“I’m sure everything will be find angle pie, the “leader” of group is this fella called Miuex, he’s a bit sarcastic but a good guy, said he worked for robco… there was two others with him a guy who knew him and this sheriff guy, who has family in Goodsprings, I hope he got family out…” Jason said as car drove back pass the turning off to Hoover dam…

"I hope so," Her voice was barely above a whisper, either through sheer fatigue or nervousness. "Yeah ... it's ... well, I can't really imagine, to tell you the truth. My family they--" She stopped abruptly, about to clap a hand over her mouth before letting herself speak. No ... that was something that she could not reveal, not just yet. She didn't want to remember it.

“Looks like we might get there quicker that I expected” Jason said as he looked at the new vegas hotels....

Kathy nodded in agreement, looking out at the silhouettes of buildings - ghosts of their former glory by now, no doubt, if only because thopse left on the streets were surely dead, and those inside ... well, she didn't know what they might have resorted to.

----- 7 Hours Later -----

She breathed in and out heavily as she stepped out of the car, shivering, this time, due to the temperature. It only made sense really.

"I really hope it is ... I mean, I could be a mass murderer for all the guys inside know," Kathy grinned joking. "I'm now of course." She added hastily. The fact of the matter was, just about anyone could be a killer these days ... even kids. She approached the front doors slowly, looking around as she did so. She would liked to have felt as though the air was clearer up here, but it was not so - the same smog found a covering everywhere North and South of there, although admittedly, it was thinner. Things almost felt ... normal.

Biting her lips, Kathy stepped inside the lodge, the spacious foyer looking surprisingly void of destruction, given the circumstances.

"Hello?" She called out, the volume of her voice surprising her. She hadn't spoken qite so loudly in a while -since she had flagged Jason down at McCarran Airport, in fact. "Hello?" She called again her voice echoing around they foyer, bouncing off the varnished walls. "I was just ... wondering, who's here?"

Johnson looked up at the sound of a voice, it was a women's voice; [censored], we've got company. He drew his laser pistol and cracked open the door to the lobby of the lounge, in the lobby was a brown haired women wearing what was once probably an expensive outfit; Christ, Johnson thought, Last week money had value.

"I was just ... wondering, who's here?"

Johnson slowly stepped out before making sure he closed the door behind him with his foot, the laser pistol leveled at her chest; his eye's were still puffy and red. "Me, now maybe you want to explain yourself before waltzing in here unannounced; not social club here you know."

Charlie Moore

Glenn had busted in to the entrance with his laser pistol aimed right at the newcomer, it was a lady, she looked young and wore something that I assumed was just expensive. Glenn started chirping the lady, I thought that was pretty rude seeing as she posed no threat and if anything could help out around here Not too mention we had more than enough supplies, Mieux had made that pretty clear, enough to last for a month for 100 people.

"Glenn, calm down, it's just a lady. Anywhoo, lady you here with anyone, adn my name is Charlie, Charlie Moore."

I thought it over for a second in my mind, these could be the people that Mieux had mentioned were coming. I yelled back to him, hoping he would come to the door.

"Eh, Mieux, we got visitors, maybe its the person that you had been talking to back in Vegas."

"Glenn, calm down, it's just a lady. Anywhoo, lady you here with anyone, and my name is Charlie, Charlie Moore."

Glenn looked side-ways at Charlie dumb-founded, "What are you simple? She could just be a front to catch us off guard, could have a whole bunch of gunslingers out there whilst we're letting our natural instinct to protect take-over; besides, she has nothing to offer us as of yet, just another mouth to feed."

OOC: Jason is with her too: ) but i can use it to my Advantage

Jason Hoover

Following Kathy into the lodge, Jason placed their suitcases on desk whilst Kathy called out “hello?.. Hello? … I was just wondering, who’s here”

Some guy with a laser pistol appeared and aimed it at Kathy and spoke to her rudely “Me, now maybe you want to explain yourself before waltzing in here unannounced; not social club here you know." However it appeared as if the guy hadn’t noiced Jason….

walking behind the guy, Jason aimed his plasma pistol at guy “ the name’s Jason hoover, this is kathy, we looking for a guy called Miuex, met him in vegas told us to meet him here”

“ tell him it’s FBI boy…” Jason sarcastically said ...

suddnely another man walked in and called out "Glenn, calm down, it's just a lady. Anywhoo, lady you here with anyone, adn my name is Charlie, Charlie Moore. "Eh, Mieux, we got visitors, maybe its the person that you had been talking to back in Vegas"

Glenn looked side-ways at Charlie dumb-founded, "What are you simple? She could just be a front to catch us off guard, could have a whole bunch of gunslingers out there whilst we're letting our natural instinct to protect take-over; besides, she has nothing to offer us as of yet, just another mouth to feed."

" get Mieux charlie , he knows me" Jason replied,,,,

Charlie Moore

"What are you simple? She could just be a front to catch us off guard, could have a whole bunch of gunslingers out there whilst we're letting our natural instinct to protect take-over; besides, she has nothing to offer us as of yet, just another mouth to feed."

Aghh, what the hell was this Glenn talking about, it has only been a few days since the war. There wouldn’t be roving gunslinger gangs, using ladies as fronts to invade forts. If they were gunslingers then they wouldn’t walk in and say hello, they would know we were here and would, well I don’t know.

“Thanks Glenn, just cause you’re a corporate doesn’t mean you need to be insulting. Look lady, and guy, you can come inside and talk to Mieux, just don’t make any sudden movements.

“Thanks Glenn, just cause you’re a corporate doesn’t mean you need to be insulting. Look lady, and guy, you can come inside and talk to Mieux, just don’t make any sudden movements."

"Fine; take the women and the little fish spook with you, least he's packing a gun. If Miuex vouches for you then I guess you must be alright." Johnson lowered his laser pistol but didn't holster it; sniffing loudly as something dribbled out of his red nose, he turned for the room with the console.

Johnson slowly stepped out before making sure he closed the door behind him with his foot, the laser pistol leveled at her chest; his eye's were still puffy and red. "Me, now maybe you want to explain yourself before waltzing in here unannounced; not social club here you know."

Kathy froze where she stood, eyes wide caught off-guard. She had actually expected to get a little further into the building before actually meeting anyone. "I'm not ... I ... I mean, I ..." For some reason, word failed her as she tried to regain her breath. Instinct had told her to make for her pistol - logic informed her that this was most certainly not the best thing to do right now. "I'm not a--"

"Glenn, calm down, it's just a lady. Anywhoo, lady you here with anyone, adn my name is Charlie, Charlie Moore."

She looked over at the man who had introduced himself as Charlie, nodding slightly in spite of the fact that she was still struggling to formulate a sentence that did not incriminate her. "J-Jason ... I'm here with Jason," She managed eventually, glancing around to see where he was without much need: he had already pulled out his pistol. She had to admit, she hadn't expected such ... confusion upon entering. "I'm Kathy." She spluttered finally, rooted to the spot.

Glenn looked side-ways at Charlie dumb-founded, "What are you simple? She could just be a front to catch us off guard, could have a whole bunch of gunslingers out there whilst we're letting our natural instinct to protect take-over; besides, she has nothing to offer us as of yet, just another mouth to feed."

"I'm not." She pleaded though she had to admit she didn't know what would come of that. The more she insisted, the more suspicious she might look.

Jason aimed his plasma pistol at guy “ the name’s Jason hoover, this is kathy,
we looking for a guy called Miuex, met him in vegas told us to meet him here”

“ tell him it’s FBI boy…” Jason sarcastically said ...

"That's it ... Mieux, you mentioned him on the way ..." She was nodding more fervently now; she understood the sentiment. There was no telling what anyone wanted anymore, and so it was only natural for them to question their sudden appearance, and perhaps more likely hers, seeing as she had been a stranger to begin with. Without slipping past the guard at Gomorrah, she would still be in there doing god only knew what right now. "I swear, we're not here for any other reason - I didn't even know - well, I mean, I knew this place existed but - I mean ... I didn't know how to get here or anything ... not until now ..." She was most likely only making things worse, but then, for a girl who had only been taught the importance of acting in love scenes, the whole survival thing was a very different ball game.

“Thanks Glenn, just cause you’re a corporate doesn’t mean you need to be insulting. Look lady, and guy, you can come inside and talk to Mieux, just don’t make any sudden movements.

"Fine; take the women and the little fish spook with you, least he's packing a gun. If Miuex vouches for you then I guess you must be alright." Johnson lowered his laser pistol but didn't holster it; sniffing loudly as something dribbled out of his red nose, he turned for the room with the console.

"O-okay," She conceded, treading lightly - what was the term again? Walking on eggshells, was it? Well, it certainly seemed to suit. Eyes wide, biting her lip as she had taken to doing, she inclined her head towards Jason. "We're going to get this smoothed out, right, honey? You'll smooth things out with Mieux, yeah?"

Jason Hoover

"Fine; take the women and the little fish spook with you, least he's packing a gun. If Miuex vouches for you then I guess you must be alright." Johnson lowered his laser pistol but didn't holster it; sniffing loudly as something dribbled out of his red nose, as he turned for the room with the console.

what hell is a fish spook?

“Bloody corporate big shots I bet he’s just pissed he didn’t “disappear” with the others… Jason muttered to himself…

"O-okay," Kathy conceded, treading lightly - what was the term again? Walking on eggshells, was it? Well, it certainly seemed to suit. Eyes wide, biting her lip as she had taken to doing, she inclined her head towards Jason. "We're going to get this smoothed out, right, honey? You'll smooth things out with Mieux, yeah?"

“yes angle-pie , I know Miuex he will sort eveything out”Jason said, giving Kathy a hug jason Whispered, “ if anything does happen stay behind me, I’ll protect you” to kathy....

Holstering his pistol, Jason picked up this suitcase and then looked at Charlie and said “ lead the way, I’ll rather not have red nose threaten Kathy again… ”

If he does I’ll kill the corporate [censored]…

Charlie Moore

A small exchange went on between the two; he hugged her and began to whisper. If he really did speak to Mieux or know Mieux then he would have said so, but I brought up Mieux and then he clung to the idea that Mieux and himself were acquainted.

“One moment please,” I said in response to him asking me to lead the way.

I turned and sashed up the stairs and through the hallway and into my room. I got down on hands and knees and pulled out the case and flipped up the latches. I reached in and pulled out the MAC-10, it was already loaded just in case. I got up and pulled my shirt up and stuffed it into the back of my pants hoping to conceal the weapon, the pistol grip was sticking just out through the top of my pants so that I could easily reach for it in an emergency.

When I got back down stairs I stood across from the doorway to the hall leading to the kitchen and dining area. I pointed and spoke.

“Just through this hallway, ladies first.”

Mount Charleston - Steven Castle

Steven was enjoying a bowl of stew with Mieux when shouting could be heard from the entrance hallway. Unsure of the situation he jumped to his feet drawing the elegant 9mm from it's holster on his suspenders. Pointing the gun outward Steven crept towards the sound stopping at the kitchen door frame. Peeking around the corner he could make out the forms of Glenn Johnson and Charlie Moore. Glenn had his energy weapon trained on someone. Backing his play Steven emerged from his position, but after getting a look at the intruders he lowered his weapon.

"Everyone calm down, I remember this guy! He visited the apartment Mieux and I stayed in the night of the Great War. The woman however wasn't with him at the time. I suppose Mieux will be letting you stay with us.", Steven said with a heavy sigh.

More people means our supplies will last even less if we keep taking in strays who come looking for a handout.

Mieux had sat in silence with Charles when he too heard the womans voice echo through the still lit resort. He'd unholstered his silenced 10mm and ran out there, everyone seemed to beat him to the punch, he was the last in the hall. "Well, looks like we have a family reunion. Jason." At mentioning Jason's name, he nodded courtely, and in turn to the woman." Mieux then looked to Glenn and whispered, "Piece of advice pal, no matter if you were the President of the USA, now, whoever you were, doesn't mean a darn thing in this day and age. Best learn to accept it."

Mieux, holstering the pistol into his still clean suit, smiled to the two and said with a courteous and polite tone, "Well, I did ask you to meet us here. As it turns out, I made enough stew for five, but, if you're hungry enough, I'm sure your two won't mind sharing the meal. There's also a good stock of booze. Oh, and I'll warn you two what I warned everyone else about, our food is carefully rationed, so don't go digging in, well, unless it's ice creams or nonessential food to your health. Thirdly, pick rooms, or er, a room, and settle in." Mieux was about to head up the staircase and stopped, "Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce another survivor." He shouted loudly, "DEAN!" Soon after, a bark and running patter came from the kitchen. "This is my new dog Dean, someone left him here alone, poor fella." He kissed Dean on the forehead, with little interest that the crowd was still there, he started baby talking to the dog as it panted in happiness. He stopped rubbing his nose on Deans and stood up as if this was normal. "Anyway, welcome home. Our food, if rationed, should last till February, maybe March, after that, we'll hunt and scavenge food and supplies." Turning around, he walked up the stairs, hands in his pocket. He went out onto the balcony, shutting the door gently behind him, Dean's ears drooping as his master had gone out of sight.

Out on the balcony, Justin sat in a corner floor near the wall and lit a cigarette, he took a puff and sat with his head in his hands, letting out the anger at himself, the sadness of lacking human compassion he had with his girlfriend Maria, guilt of executing her out of her request for mercy, and sorrow for losing his whole life. He wept with pain, thinking of his Vault 21 slip, it was meaningless, sure he might get allowed in, but then what? Then he'd still be emotionally where he was now, alone, without Family. Sure he had Dean now, but he was fearful he'd not be permitted to take Dean with him. He threw his cigarette over the balcony into the snow, and out of compressed emotions, he shouted all his anger and pain out, punching the wall in agitation for all the emotional pains he was going through. 'And the worst part? You're lying to the man who knows the truth. You can say 'it'll all work out' all you like Justin, but face it, you know you can't go back to your office in D.C. , your vacation home in Wisconsin, you won't be riding horses in Bakersfield now.' Mieux fell against the wall again, crying, letting out all the emotions he was denying himself to admit.

There was a man in the car, he shouted back.

“Special Agent Jason Hoover of FBI!” Jason drew is Plasma Glock and aimed it at him.

The women aimed her weapon too, Guy could see her hands shaking. Guy could see she was scared. But he was more scared of Jason Hoover, and his strange gun.

“Now we are leavening, you can either follow us and get shot or stay here and live, you got that okay?” Jason said starting to drive the car one-handed onto the street, but he kept his pistol aimed at the Kid.

Guy watched as they drove off. [censored] he whispered to himself, there goes civilization. He watched as it entered high way 95. He only heard of plasma weapons, and he didn’t believe what he heard.

He kicked a rock in anger. He went to the other houses to look for food as it was running low. That’s when he hit the jackpot. The house next door was filled with goodies. Guy found a working radio, computer, and a generator, several in fact. He could only carry the rest of the radio, so he packed it up, grabbed the small amount of food from the fridge, and went back home. Planning to come back for the generator next.

After several hours of tiring work he got the generator hocked up and running. He had plugged in the HAM radio as well as some lights. He turned on the radio and started broadcasting. Starting with the police channel.

“Hello, anyone out there?” He waited for a response, again, “Is anyone still alive?” Static. He decided to start broadcasting on different channels... trying to see if anyone actually survived, and that incident want just imagination. "Hello? Is thing working? Can anybody hear me?" Tried again, but this time it was different, there was no static, which means someone or something is broadcasting on the other end channel or something like that if he could remember back to radio 101 correctly.

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OOC:

lewis, just because the door is locked doesn't mean it cant be kicked in. A lock (unless its a heavy 2 by 4 bolt holding the door shut) will not hold a door from being kicked in. and as a ex cop he has stayed relatively fit. a bolt only holds a cretin part of the door in place so that wont do much either

“yes angle-pie , I know Miuex he will sort eveything out”Jason said, giving Kathy a hug jason Whispered, “ if anything does happen stay behind me, I’ll protect you” to kathy....

Kathy was still for a moment, before reciprocating the hug, clinging tightly onto Jason in spite of her awkwardness - hand shakes, she was used to. Mechanical, unfeeling things, too ... but hugs were foreign to her. She appreciated the gesture, fell into it more readily than she had thought she might. "Thanks, Jason." She whispered softly in return.

“Just through this hallway, ladies first.”

"Yes - okay - th-thank you." Kathy nodded at Charlie, chancing a small smile as she did so before following the direction in which he had pointed. She could almost feel her heart beating in her throat as she made her way through the hall, swallowing air and trying not to choke on it, wanting to slip her hand into Jason's but unsure of whether it would be too brazen of her. As Mieux nodded at her, Kathy returned the gesture, somewhat stiffly if only because of her nerves. Her limbs were shaking and she knew it, but why? Had she really grown so out of sorts when dealing with others? She was surprised when Mieux smiled at the two of them, and yet, the gesture calmed her - as though she was no longer a threat and an outsider.

Mieux, holstering the pistol into his still clean suit, smiled to the two and said with a courteous and polite tone, "Well, I did ask you to meet us here. As it turns out, I made enough stew for five, but, if you're hungry enough, I'm sure your two won't mind sharing the meal. There's also a good stock of booze. Oh, and I'll warn you two what I warned everyone else about, our food is carefully rationed, so don't go digging in, well, unless it's ice creams or nonessential food to your health. Thirdly, pick rooms, or er, a room, and settle in."

"I wouldn't worry," Kathy smiled quickly, finding her voice. "I've been on a diet since ... well, since ... before. But then, I suppose my figure is the last thing I should be worrying about now, huh?" She let out a small, nervous laugh, placing one hand on her stomach - yes, there would be no need to pose in barely there clothing for quite a while, it seemed. She turned towards Jason at the reccommendation that they pick a room, her face finally looking more relaxed than it had done. "What do you say, honey? Think you can stand to be stuck with me for a little while longer?"

Mieux was about to head up the staircase and stopped, "Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce another survivor." He shouted loudly, "DEAN!" Soon after, a bark and running patter came from the kitchen. "This is my new dog Dean, someone left him here alone, poor fella." He kissed Dean on the forehead, with little interest that the crowd was still there, he started baby talking to the dog as it panted in happiness. He stopped rubbing his nose on Deans and stood up as if this was normal. "Anyway, welcome home. Our food, if rationed, should last till February, maybe March, after that, we'll hunt and scavenge food and supplies." Turning around, he walked up the stairs, hands in his pocket. He went out onto the balcony, shutting the door gently behind him, Dean's ears drooping as his master had gone out of sight.

"Oh, he's lovely," Kathy smiled as Dean bounded into the room ... amidst everything, man's best friend remained. If nothing else, it was a soothing thought. "Thank you - um - sir," She smiled more warmly this time, in spite of the awkwardness of her address as Mieux turned towards the stairs.

Luke sat at the desk, and logged on to the NORAD Launch systems in hidden valley bunker, He looked at the map and clicked launch randomly in the air, sirens went off in the bunker and a computer voice said "WARNING, WARNING. FAULTY MISSILE HAS BEEN LAUNCHED, ACTIVATING SELF DESTRUCT SYSTEM AFTER MISSILE REACHES SAFE DISTANCE", after a few minutes afterwards, The Missile exploded at 45,000f, there was very little radiation in the missile as, the missile was of course a bunker buster. Luke looked up around the room, still alone and saddened by the fact, theres no people.


(OOC: Everyone, roleplay seeing a explosion in the air, if you're in view of the sky.)

OOC: :facepalm: Bar, from now on CONSULT ME before you magically find missles and bombs or anything in between. That's just way to unbelievable. Considering Hidden Valley isn't a CoG bunker, it's a bunker for VIPs and Government Officials and so on. Secondly, NORAD was considered 'offline' in Fallout 2. Not trying to be a stickler, but you should REALLY consult the RP leader before launching convenient missles >_>