OOC: Hircine. Monroe's camp had been attacked sporadically by the Outcasts when they moved in. The sentries on Ft. Constantine's Water tower misidentified the EBoS Paladins attacking the caravan as a diversion to draw enough Pitt Raiders away from the camp so the real mission...a Reclamation Op....could proceed as being Outcasts. Monroe and his men believe the surviving Outcasts rallied at the old National Guard Depot after you crushed them at Ft. Independence.

Before Mieux replied to Jack, he spoke to the man using the false voice, "No, Fairfax according to my reports is still raider turf, head to Fort Independence and wait, the Outcasts will be alerted by the time you arrive two of my men and a ghoul are to rendevous there to be taken here. As to being attacked by Paradise Falls, once you're with my men, you'll be kept safe, Paradise Falls has an uneasy truce with me, they leave me and my men alone, and I leave them alone. And the Outcasts and I have an uneasy trade friendship, so we both call in favors from time to time with each other. I expect to hear from you soon, oh, and as to my soldiers, They wear the combat armor of soldiers stationed in anchorage, highly noticable, prevents 'accidental' killing of my men, so meet approach them when you see them. Au Revoir my mysterious friend."

After several minutes, he had finished his talk with the mystery man and turned his attention to Jack, "I'm surprised you can still underestimate me. Tenpenny was a fool who lived in delusion, though I do too, I care for the safety of all, the whole 'certian amount of caps' requirement prevents me from flooding with more mouths than I can feed, but look around, you'll notice two things, 50 cap beds in the courtyard, and Ghoul residents. Anthony Ling and Lydia Montenegro as well as the Wellingtons were cast out of here for a reason, they were quite rich, but I won't allow open bigotry in my tower, surprisingly, the few biggots left have come to accept their being here. Indeed, the tower itself has been upgraded. ACTUAL brick walls, not shoddy concrete slabs as before. Barbed wire, sniper turrets for raider attacks, and formost, my most cunning design, an unbreakable wire around to fence perimeter that fries anyone or thing who is foolish enough to try and climb my gates walls. And that rickity old manor gate that was here? Now a steel blast door I pulled out of the old RobCo building there, suffice it to say, my defenses outside are more than enough to keep out petty raiders, but it also keeps out any enemy force. But, a castle is useless without knights to defend it. Perhaps you have a point though, I don't normally do this, but, you cast an aura of trust, so, perhaps you CAN have VIP priveleges, take the suite on the seventh floor, room 712." His voice then went commandingly, "Unlock that door now please." , a key entered the lock and the guard came back in, standing in a parade rest fashion. "The receptionisht at the desk will return your weapons and hand you your key, as to your caps, keep them, use them for room upgrades."

Mieux sat back in his chair, his left hand under his chin, watching Jack, something about him struck a chord, almost as if he was just the kind of man he needed to be one of his troop commanders.

OOC: Blackhand, feel free to RP the escort group you'll meet at Independence. But one of them will be a male with brown cleancut hair who's very friendly and alert, the other will be a woman with blond hair, and a no nonsense all business demeanor.

Borgia Manus

"I will bring the entire Alpha squad, which has thirty men, they will be there in little less than a hour, they are in the Falls sector." Marie said, nervously eyeing the hunting rifle Jerry was pointing at her.

"The slavers will be dead when we get there."

Borgia furrowed his brow. "What, wait. I don't want you to kill anybody at Paradise Falls, at least not anybody who doesn't retaliate. [censored] it, it'd be hard to run a [censored] business with no soldiers, ey? Besides, I don't want anything happening today. Have your troops wait near Falls, out of sight. Tonight I need to talk to a few people, and whatnot. Tomorrow, I'll meet them and march in." Jesus, this [censored] is bloodthirsty.

Borgia looked towards Jerry. He was just taking in the news that Borgia was planning to take Paradise Falls. The boy was obviously attempting to hide any emotion, focusing on Marie, his finger rubbing the trigger.

"That way Paradise Falls and Talon Company can organise a nice, civil relationship. Who wouldn't want that?" Borgia said. He nodded at Jerry, who lowered the rifle. Borgia looked to the man, Jeremy.

"You heard the instructions, you heard Marie here issuing the command, go do as you're told." As the man ran off, Borgia began walking once more from the gate towards Paradise Falls, with Jerry in tow.

Mitch

Washington Ruins - The Russian Embassy - 6:00am

Two hours before the attack on Ft Constantine

"This is it, kid.", said Quinn. "This is where Dukov lives."

Mitch looked at the building before her. A 10 story high rise, in good shape considering. On a plaque next to the verdigrised copper plated doors was a plaque with a funny double headed Eagle saying "Embassy of the Russian Republic" on it, below was something in some foreign language, presumably Russian. Strewn all over the ground were empty booze bottles of all kinds, and a smaller number of empty jet inhalers. What interested her, though were the crudely painted signs saying
"Keep your weapon holstered or get shot!" She noticed that Quinn, the ghoul standing next to her, was looking fearfully down the street again, towards Rivet City. The fighting had started a couple hours ago, aside from the small arms fire, she was hearing at least one of Rivet City's old light AA cannon being used. "The muties must be hungry", she thought. "They don't have to use the 20mms very often to repel a attack." But that wasn't what Quinn was looking at.....she spied one of the
"Raiders" from that little fort down the road looking at them again. Tards. "Think you're a Raider because you and your 5 buddies together managed to overpower some Waster and [censored] them, eh?", she thought disgustedly. "You f**** wouldn't last a day in the Pitt."

Mitch stepped out into the street and brought her Infiltrator to the ready. "What the f*** are you looking at, b****?", she screamed shrilly, her voice carrying easily down the street. "If I have to come down there, you'll be f****** lucky if I only kill you!"

Quinn couldn't believe what he was hearing. This smoothskin was scaring the hell out of him. One minute, she's polite as can be and even flirting with him a little, the next she's screaming at a whole Raider gang like she's full of Psycho. But what alarmed him more was what happened next. The Raider she was screaming at looked like he was going to do something but the others grabbed him and pulled him back behind thier barricades. After a short scuffle, and a couple hurried peeks around the corner at them, silence. They were afraid of her. "What have I gotten myself into?", thought Quinn.

Mitch watched triumphantly as the Raiders backed down from her challenge. "P******.", she thought. "To think I was ever scared of the likes of you." She decided to put in a last word before Quinn s*** his pants. "That's right, b****!, she roared. "F*** with me OR my friend and I'll hold you down while a Super-Mutant a**-r**** you to death!" Even Quinn couldn't help but laugh at that one....she didn't know a Super Mutant into r***, but they didn't know that.

Satisfied the "Raiders" would not bother them again, she walked back to the front of Dukov's Place, where Quinn stood, now looking at her a bit fearfully. "Not good", thought Mitch. "I don't want him seeing me as a threat, otherwise he'll never help me. Time to turn on the charm." She looked at Quinn, touched his arm gently and smiled. "They're worms, Quinn.", she said. "They fear those who do not fear them. Now tell me, what's Dukov like?".

Reassured, Quinn outlined Dukov's quirks. The man is actually a Russian, spends most of his time getting blasted and screwing his two female hangers on. "Sounds like a fun guy", thought Mitch. "If he's cute maybe I'll do my Betty impersonation". Quinn also mentioned he's quite good with a gun and very jumpy.....hence the signs. "Let's go talk to the man", said Mitch as she slung her rifle. Quinn then opened the door for her and they walked in. As they walked through the dimly entry hall, she marveled at the sheer number of empty bottles scattered around. The place reeked of cigarette smoke, booze, and six. The first
person they met was a young and strikingly attractive black woman in a negligee who came to see who had opened the door. "She just got some good and hard.", thought Mitch, noticing her slightly glassy eyes and distractedness. "This might be fun.".

"Hey, Quinn.", said Fantasia. "What brings you out here?"

"My friend here needs to see Dukov.", said Quinn. "Is he up?"

"Up....no.", said Fantasia sarcastically. "Awake, yes. Be cool, he's in a bad mood right now, you'll see why when I take you to him."

Fantasia then led them into a large room dominated by a large heart-shaped bed and a chandelier fashioned to look like a nvde woman above it. The room was littered with empty booze bottles, and there was several tables stacked with cartons of smokes and bottles of hard liquor, both full and empty. Sitting on the edge of the bed was a man of about 5'9", in his 40s, he looked to be well-muscled. Sitting next to him was another girl, this one a blonde, trying to tend to the rather large shiner over his left eye. He looked up and saw Quinn, and visibly brightened.

"Quinn! My zombie friend! So good you come to see Dukov! Want a drink? A piece of ass? I just got done f****** both of them, if you're not minding Dukov's...", he was clearly looking for the proper phrase, "...ah, f*** it, my head hurts to much to remember the phrase. If you're horny pick one out and go for it."

Fantasia, knowing Cherry was too squeamish to go through with doing a ghoul, decided to step in before someone's feelings got hurt. "C'mon, Quinn....you heard Dukie. Wanna go upstairs?", she said provocatively as she took his hand and gently began pulling him towards the stairs. Quinn began to protest a bit, but when he saw both Mitch and Dukov seemed to approve he relented and allowed Fantasia to lead him up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms on the next floor.

Dukov then turned to Cherry, took her hand and kissed it, then spoke to her. "Cherry, my dear...I need to speak to this young lady alone for a while." Cherry then got up and went into a side room and closed the door behind her. Now alone with Mitch, he stood up, walked over to a table, poured out two glasses of whisky, handed one to Mitch and sat back down. "Come, sit and drink with Dukov, woman.", smacking the bed next to him with his left hand to indicate she should sit next to him.

Without hesitating, she sat down next to him.

"Normally..", began Dukov, "When a woman with an ass like yours comes into Dukov's home, Dukov normally tries to f*** her senseless. But Dukov doesn't want to get a**-r***** by a Super-Mutant." Noting her surprise, he continued. "And Dukov getting his ass kicked by a woman twice in the same week would make him look bad before his girls, no?"

Mitch looked at Dukov and smiled warmly. It was plain as day giving the horny old merc a tumble would get her everything she needed to know. And since she hadn't been laid properly in a while, and all the signs pointed to Dukov knowing how to please a woman, why not kill two birds with one stone?

"Sergei, if I may call you that.", Mitch said as she took Dukov's free hand and placed it on her knee. "I like a man who knows what he wants."

"Yes!!!", thought Dukov gleefully. "This is Dukov's lucky day!" He bolted his drink in one gulp and tossed the empty glass into the fireplace. Mitch allowed Dukov to remove her Infiltrator and pistol belt, which he placed on the floor beside the bed, moving as necessary to make it easier for him to get at them. He then began to explore, undoing her hair and letting it fall to her shoulders. When he met no resistance he then kissed her. She responded by grabbing his head and holding him in place as she kissed him back hard. As they began disrobing each other, Dukov thought. "Three different women and I haven't had breakfast yet. Dukov, you old goat, you've still got it!"

Dukov's Place - 7:45 am

Mitch lay in bed alongside Dukov, her head resting on his chest, and leg draqed over his. "Damn!", thought Mitch contendedly, "That was good. He's got the constitution of a Deathclaw."

"So tell me, Michelle...if I may call you that.", began Dukov. "What earned Dukov the great...and I do mean great..pleasure of getting to f*** a Pitt Raider cross-eyed, hmm?". Dukov smiled as she started and looked up at him quizzicaly. "Yes, sweet cheeks, Dukov knew who you were the minute he saw you. Dukov is wondering if Quinn was told of this, though."

"Yes, I told him.", said Mitch as she laid her head back down against Dukov's chest. "Underworld needs repair parts to keep thier lights and ventilation systems running....we make them. Since the Pitt turns ghouls feral in days, they know they don't have to worry about us trying to slap a collar on them. And since most everyone else shoots at them, they have little choice but to overlook our methods."

"Fair enough.", mused Dukov as he traced Mitch's curves with his fingers. "Quinn is a good fellow, Dukov wouldn't like it if he got hurt. But there is still Dukov's other question. What can old Dukov do for you.....besides f*** you senseless and make you like it?"

"I wanted to ask you something...do you remember a job you did for Old Man Tenpenny a few years ago?", Mitch asked. "You, and some fellows named Strayer, Crowley, and Dave came up related to it".

"F*** me..now it makes perfect sense", groaned Dukov. "Dukov remembers it well. But first Dukov will tell you what you need to know, rather than what you asked of him."

Dukov's Place - 1:30pm - Two days ago

"So tell me, Mr. Dukov.", said the woman evenly. "Do you remember a job you did for Alistair Tenpenny about ten years ago? Your associates on that mission were Strayer, Crowley and someone we know only as Dave. A salvage operation up north at Ft. Constantine."

Dukov looked at the woman standing before him. "S***, she's tall.", thought Dukov. "If she bent over, Dukov would have to get on a step-ladder to f*** her." Before him was a powerfully built black woman well over 6' tall, in her mid forties. She was dressed as a common Wastelander, but her military crew-cut, ramrod-straight demeanor, obvious good health, and the Super Sledge strapped to her back made it clear she was no Wastelander. Dukov, who had been drinking since he got up late last night, poured himself another drink. "Yeah, Dukov remembers it. A total clusterf***, if Dukov says so himself.", said Dukov, knocking back the tumbler of whisky then pouring another one. "What is it to you?"

"These keys.", the woman held up a passcard that he immediately recognized. "This one we bought from the current occupants of what was the "Republic of Dave". Strayer's son traded another to a young hispanic woman in skin tight leather armor for a pile of Jet two weeks ago. Have you seen such a woman?"

"No." said Dukov. "But it sure sounds like someone Dukov would like to know."

"I don't think you would like her.", said the woman. "We suspect she's a Pitt Raider, one of the group that currently occupy Ft. Constantine. We have another of that card so it isn't important. But there is a third card, we understand that you have it in your possession."

Dukov got up and staggered over towards the woman. "S***, is Dukov drunk!", thought Dukov. "She wants to buy that card....Dukov knows what he wants for it". A voice in the back of his head screamed "No, don't do it! This woman is DANGEROUS", but the booze and lust won out and he made what normally would have been a fatal mistake. "I've got the card, sweet cheeks", slurred Dukov. "But Dukov doesn't want caps for it!" He then grabbed the woman's behind and squeezed firmly. He had just enough time to think "Damn! This broad's ass is so firm Dukov could bounce a bottle cap off it!" before he noticed a large dark brown fist was heading for his face and then the lights went out.

The woman looked down in shock at the unconscious Dukov crumpled on the ground before her. She had knocked him out with a single blow. "Damn it!" She thought. "The lecherous old fool didn't deserve that. Get a grip on yourself." She should have handled his unwanted advance more gracefully, but he surprised her and she struck him by reflex. Hearing a cry from the railing of the next floor, she looked up to see Cherry and Fantasia fearfully peeking over the railing at her. "When he wakes up", the woman said to them, "Tell him I'm sorry." She then carefully picked up Dukov and carried him to the bed and laid him on it. All he had on him was a 10mm pistol and the bathrobe he was wearing. She took the 10mm, unloaded it, and placed the weapon and ammo on a table and dropped a carton of
cigarettes on it. She then walked to the door and rapped on it. Through the doors came four heavily armed men in power armor, bearing the insignia of the Brotherhood of Steel.

"Your orders, Ma'am?" said one of them.

"Search the building, try to minimize the damage.", said Star-Paladin Cross. "There are two civilians upstairs, they are not to be harmed in any way."

"Understood, Ma'am", said the Paladin. The Paladins then fanned out, and ignoring the terrified women, searched the rooms that Dukov occupied. After a few minutes, they found what they were looking for and returned to the ground level where Star-Paladin Cross waited. "Here is the card, Ma'am.", said the Paladin, handing her Dukov's pass-card.

"Excellent.", said Cross, "We will return to the Citadel at once". As the Paladins left, she took several pouches from her belt and placed them on the table, noticing Dukov was starting to wake.

"One thousand caps", said Cross to the stirring Dukov. "Five hundred for the card, the rest for the trouble." She then turned and followed the Paladins outside.


Dukov's Place - 7:55 am

Mitch listened in increasing horror as Dukov told the story of his run-in with the Brotherhood. They had all the cards, that meant they had an idea what was down there and were coming for it. They were almost certainly on the way to Ft. Constantine, even as she had been lying here getting ridden, if they weren't there already...

"F***!!!", Mitch shouted as she sprang to her feet, standing on the bed. "I've got to warn the Boss!" She then looked down at Dukov, who was not surprisingly admiring the view. "Sergei", she said to him. "Please tell me you've got a radio."

"Da, sweet cheeks.", said Dukov dreamily, looking at his favorite thing in the world, in full view just a yard above him. "In the room over there with Cherry. Help yourself, just be nice when you send her out here."

Mitch leaped off the bed and Dukov watched her sprint towards the room where Cherry and the radio were. "My God", he thought, "That truly is a magnificent ass. I hope she comes back for more."

Cherry had been quietly sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Dukov and the new girl had gotten busy right after she left, by the sound of it. Dukov had been concerned when she and Quinn arrived, and had told them to lure Quinn away and make themselves scarce while he talked to the woman alone, but it was pretty clear the girl had intended to bed him so she wasn't sure what the fuss was about. She wasn't jealous, she liked Dukov...he was a really good lover, even if he was a drunken lout..but she was glad for the reinforcements to cope with his voracious sixual appetite. After a while, it got quiet, then suddenly he heard her yell something, ask Dukov a question in a more conversational tone, then after he answered feet making tracks for here. The new girl then burst into the room, still naked and sweaty, and looked around, first at the radio, then at her. "Honey", Mitch said firmly, "Dukie would like to speak to you. Now, please." Cherry then walked out, to see Dukov sitting on the bed, he gestured for her to come to him. As she did, the door closed behind her.

After closing the door, she turned on the radio and found the frequency the Crew used. Undoubtedly the Brotherhood was going to hear this, but she had no choice. As it is, she may already be too late. She was quickly able to raise the operator at the Camp.

"Get me the Boss now", she barked. "We have a big problem!"

"He just left to deal with the Outcasts, they're attacking the inbound caravan!", the operator said.

"Wait one, he left Frankie in charge.....I'm putting him on now."

"What's up, Mitch?" said Frankie. "We've got a situation with the Outcasts right now."

"No!", said Mitch. "It's not the Outcasts, it's the Brotherhood! They want whatever is in the bunkers beneath the base!"

"S***!", said Frankie. "I'll try to put him on."

Mitch heard Frankie over the radio talking to someone on a different radio, eventually hearing the Boss's voice say "We're almost there!". He sounded pissed. She heard Frankie explain that she wanted a word, then told her to speak.

"Boss!", shouted Mitch. "The f***** Brotherhood is coming! I'm at Dukov's now, they took his key from him two days ago! They have all the keys and are coming for whatever is below the Fort!"

She heard Frankie ask the Boss if he heard her, then two massive explosions over the radio. From the screaming, Frankie was still on the air. This was bad. Real bad. From what his replies to someone else...Mitch assumed the Boss...the Brotherhood was assaulting the West Wall of the camp, but the boys were giving them as pasting. She told Frankie she was coming, then shut off the radio and changed the frequency. "I've got to get back", Mitch thought. "I hope there'll be something to get back to."

Walking out to the main room again, she saw that Quinn was coming down the stairs, still getting dressed. Dukov had laid her armor and weapons on the bed. She walked over to him, and he helped her get her armor back on, then put on her pistol belt and handed her her rifle. "You needn't sling it", said Dukov. "Dukov trusts you now. You will come see Dukov again, da?"

Mitch kissed him and spoke. "Yes, Sergei. While I'm gone, you might want to think about who gets to join us".

Dukov grinned and slapped her behind. "Dukov will be here waiting for you!" With Quinn ready, they left and began the long trip back to Ft. Constantine.

Commander October. Fort Bannister.

October had made his way into Fort Bannister, not the way he wanted but he still did. Three Talon Company mercs had guns pointed at him at all times as they went through the rooms of Fort Bannister slowly making there way towards Talons Quarters. When they got there October started to talk.

“Hello Mr. Talon. I am Commander October of the Enclave and I have come here today to hire your company for a very important contract.”

“Really? Give me some more information on this contract.”

“The Enclave wants to hire you to do whatever we want.”

“Whatever you want? How much caps do you plan on paying us?”

“One million.”

“One million? [censored] show me the caps.”

“The Caps are in a Vertibird outside of your base, send one of your mercenaries to go get them.”

Talon sent one of the mercs and a few minutes later he came back with five suitcases, he opened them up and they were all filled with caps. After seeing the caps Talons jaw almost dropped and October put a smile on his face.

“So Mr. Talon, do you accept.”

“Of course. The Talon Company is yours. I am calling off all missions. Arnold go collect all Talon Company mercs and tell them to come to Bannister. We have ourselves a new employer.”

Mark's Memories

It was a cold night. Our "life time" supply of mashed potatoes had run out, and the water was irritated. I was miserable, and as a 19 year old boy, I couldn't do anything. I just laid back in my rough bed, staring up at the ceiling while the residents actually did something to help us. Some asked me to join, but my parents would say to reject them. Even though I was better off fighting my own battle then watching it all unfold. But no one thought so. Everyone said no sane person would go up and battle the Overseer just to die doing nothing. They were right about that last part. Ever since the first assault against Overseer Johnson, he had put up some heavy-duty turrets outside his office.

It's not just. I would think all day long. It wasn't fair at all that the government had put us in a vault to protect them, but instead we were being tested on. It was true, Jade had hacked into a terminal and read about some Vault-Tec experiment. All the vaults had them but 12, and we scrolled down to our vault. What we read is this:

Vault: 51

Experiment: A vault with advanced military weapons to test the reactions of the residents to see what they will do once they face these weapons out in the wastes.

Equipment: 72 missiles with 56 weapons called missile launchers, 47 flamers, 2,568 knives, 134 carbines, 12 mines, 80 magnums, and 1 pistol.

For layout, see data tab.

Stop...

I stared at the screen after the others left, and thought about it almost every day. I would think in horror whatever happened once the Overseer would initiate the experiment. I was so scared.

Mark

Marks horrid memories were coming back to haunt him in the narrow tunnel he had used to escape the resort. He was about to think it was haunted, but his dead mother would rise from the soil and smack him upside the head for saying it. Instead, he called himself insane. His mother had no problem believing that. Every day it was a conflict against him back in Vault 51, even his friends started to betray him just because he had different beliefs. What his mother said was always right. That's what she used to say, at least, and now he knew she was horribly wrong. Mark wished he could just forget the past and move on with his life, but they always seemed to flick him in the neck in even the worst situations.

Mark laid on the steel walls of the tunnel and knew he would be stuck there for a very long time. And with that, he pulled out his father's favorite harmonica and started playing. The soothing song would get him through the long winding hours of the day.

Both Marie and Alpha Squad got the Order to go back to Fort Bannister, both replied a no

"Hell no, tell the CO that im AWOL, got it? I have all the necessary equipment and men with me, do you got that? GOOD!" she yelled
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Alpha Squad:

"What the hell? Well we are under Marie at this point, whatever she says goes, understand?" said the Squad leader
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Jeremy Watson:

"Huh? Uhm, well i guess so." said Jeremy with a sigh.

The Enclave Eyebot blasted a laser through the chest of Kyle, his corpse collapsing to the ground as he dropped the shotgun in his hand, a look of horror on his face. It slowly hovered over his body, the camera attached to it looking the body over and sending signals to the nearest outpost.

Just as it was about to fly away, a gunshot emitted from the distance,hitting the Eyebots anti-gravity stabilser dead on. The machine collapsed to the ground, beginning to slide and turn as the laser attached to it took aim toward distant rocks. Another gunshot rang, and the laser was blasted off. The machine was now helpless, trying to alide away from the rocks that the shots were fired, toward the direction of Springvale Elementary.


Shoe slammed onto the machine, The Eyebot's control panel finding a crowbarslid into it as The Programmer stood over it. He was wearing a dirty white pre-war business suit, with a hat included. Red goggles were strapped to his face, and a black bandit mask covering the rest. Not a inch of skin was visible.

He ripped open the control panel of the Eyebot as it struggled underneath him. The Programmer leaped ontop of the machine, his hand diving into his pocket and pulling out a thumb-sized chip with a antenna attached to it. He pressed the chip into the hard-drive of the machine, pulling himself off and grabbibg his crowbar, looking to the dead trader.

"Sorry kid, todays not your lucky day.. I on the other hand have a date with destiny." The Pprogrammer dropped the crowbar in his hand, going to grab his briefcasee and continue on his way to Fort Independence, leaving The Eyebot to drag itself across the ground with the door of its control panel clanking around. Hopefully, The Enclave wouldn't respond quick enough to see The Programmer...

John and Garrus

John and Garrus left Paradise Falls after making the truce, they made there way to the Company Bunker and met up with the leader of the Company who informed John and Garrus that the Company had just recently allied with the Enclave. Neither John or Garrus had ever heard of the Enclave.

“The Enclave? Who the hell are they?” asked John. He was not on good terms with this alliance. He did not like associating with those he knew nothing about.

“They are a secret organization from the west, one of there members gave me an in depth look at there faction and history. He said they are much like the Brotherhood of Steel when it comes to equipment but are arch enemies other wise.”

“So what there killers in Power Armor? Sounds like a good friendship to have.” Replied John.

“Precisely. They have not told us there goals in the Capital Wasteland but they gave me a few hints. They want tech to themselves and want the Brotherhood gone. Not much else except that.”

“You think they are trying to take over the wasteland? It seems like every buddy is trying to do that now a days.”

“Oh I am almost certain they want the Wastelands to themselves. They want to go after one of the most powerful organizations in the wastes.”

“So why did they want to ally with us? Seems like they can handle there stuff.”

“They said the Brotherhood cannot know they are here for as long as possible. They want us to do there dirty work for them. And hey that is what the Talon Company is about.”

Before John could reply the door behind him opened and Commander October walked in. He was wearing a suit of Enclave Power Armor but no helmet.

“Hello Lucifer. Is this John Shepard?” asked October.

“Yes.” replied Lucifer.

“I have heard a lot about you John. Responsible for the assassinations of seventeen Brotherhood Paladins, thirty six Talon Company officials and nineteen Brotherhood Outcasts. Very impressive if you ask me.”

“Those are but a fraction of my total kills. Nonetheless nice to meet you… erm?”

“My name is Commander October of the Enclave.”

“Ah so you’re the guy who hired us. Guess you weren’t talking [censored] about the Armor.”

“Not at all, talking [censored] is something I am not familiar with.”

John laughed and turned to Lucifer.

“So Commander October where did you go” Asked Lucifer.

“I hired the Talon Company.”

“You did what!” yelled Lucifer.

“Yes I know about your past with the Talon Company but this is for the best. Trust me Lucifer I will bring your two groups to the top of the wasteland and we will rule with an iron first. Put your differences behind you and merge! Under the Enclaves rule you will become a ruler of the wastes.”

“Fine we will work with the Talon Company but if they try anything we end them.”

“Good. I have the Talon Company moving to a secret bunker that is unknown to the Wasteland. It is between Grayditch and Megaton. That is where your new headquarters will be but be warned you will be sharing it with the Talon Company.”

“A new bunker sounds good but the fact that those [censored] birds will be there is pissing me off. But I guess I will have to live with it.” said John.

“Indeed you will.”

Alpha Squad:

Alpha Squad was about Two to Three miles away from the Falls, they knew if any slaver or slavers that came by would be killed without the main force knowing.

A slaver came out, looking around

"Hes either looking for us, or slaves to be, either way, i'm going to shoot if he comes any closer" said the sniper of the squad through the radio

The slaver walked closer and closer to the Squads position

"Oi!" yelled a man in the squad as he jabbed a Tomahawk into the slavers back
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Harry Mason:

"Damn it! Some idiots calling themselves 'The Enclave' just appeared in the Northern Sectors!" yelled a Able Squad Solider over a fuzzy radio

"Who?" said Harry

"Son of a--" the radio got cut off in Laser and gun fire

It had been two days since Eric left Megaton, thanks to all the raiders and many mutant creatures of the wastes he has been forced to travel a longer distance so he can come to Fort Bannister with a head still on, but Eric feared that when he came into view of the Fort that his head would be blown off. Anyway Eric had bigger problems, he needed shelter and the closest settlement was Big Town.

As Eric came over a hill he had excepted to see the settlement of Big Town, but instead what he saw was something completely different. The houses of Big Town had black holes in them where lasers and flames had once at some point filled the air, in the center of the town he could see people but these people were different they wore strange power armour, also to the west of the town were a group of weird flying machines that he saw were preparing to take off. He looked back over to the town, but he couldn't see anything as the wind started to blow dust all over. Eric moved down the hill quietly but as he was walking a couple of rocks got dislodged and tumbled down the hill. Eric looked up to see a pair of men in the strange armour coming towards him, before they were aware of him he quickly ran over to a rock that was jutting out of the ground, he peeped over the rock and prayed that the men wouldn't find him.

OOC: Part of this post will be dull, based on Mark's mood, bored. Plus, I've gotten a minor case of writer's block, might stop in a day or so.

Mark


Mark had walked a few miles after encountering a couple of ghouls. He thought if he had to walk anymore, he'd go insane. Luckily, Mark stayed sane for plenty of hours. Traveling through that tunnel almost made him wish for a nuclear- never mind. Mark, after long hours of glancing behind his back and looking from side to side, was about ready to take his broken armchair and beat himself with it until he killed himself. But he was strong. He wouldn't give up. He kept walking and walking. The hours were long and winding.

He slowly walked down the aisles of the tunnel, bored, and exhausted. He blinked veeeeery slowly, as slow as a snail. His eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't feel his legs or arms. He forget his purpose, but he didn't stop walking. Mark stopped and frowned because he was sooooo bored. He wanted to fall asleep. He wanted to fall down and slowly close his eyes. So slowly, it would take two days toooooo close them. Slower than that, maybe. Maybe even five time slower. Maybe it would take his whole life to fully close his eyes. He would probably be dead by the time his eyes will close. His eyelids don't even have toooo move, he can just sleep with his eyes opennnn. But he wouldn't be able to do that because he's soooooo bored.

Then, suddenly a door appeared in the corner of his eye. He ran over to it and pulled it back. There was a huge lock blocking the door, so Mark could not open it. The door did open a few inches, but they were not enough for Mark to fit through. He tried, but the pressure of the two doors left a bruise on his fore head. Mark shouted, but the lock didn't have ears. He took out his broken armchair and hit the lock with all his might. It fell from it's position and the door swung open.

Betty

Launch Control Center Delta - Fort Constantine - 8:00am

Betty screamed in terror as the twin Fat Man detonations above shook the bunker. The 20 foot thick walls of the Bunker were designed to protect the occupants...the controllers of a flight of 10 Minuteman XI ICBMs, or if the Squadron Command Post was knocked out, the entire Squadron of 50...from anything short of a ground impact from a 100kt or bigger nuclear weapon directly above it. They could easily withstand a hundred direct impacts from a Fat Man projectile before giving way....but since in her short life Betty had received only the equivalent of a 6th Grade education, and found History, Science, and Engineering to be an immense bore, she had no way of knowing that.

Even as the mushroom cloud from the detonating Fat Man still roiled up in the clear morning sky over the breach in Ft Constantine's West Wall, the Reclamation Team, Stealth Boys active, moved swiftly through the breach past a destroyed Mr. Gutsy towards the CO's Quarters, beneath which lay the passageway to thier objective. Ignoring the screaming Rad detector on her Power Armor for the moment, Star-Paladin Cross looked towards the East Wall and Admin Building, from the roof and windows of which the Raiders were pouring an enormous volume of fire into the distraction force's feint against the East Wall. She saw the Paladin who had launched the Fat Man projectiles cut down by a hail of slugs from the roof of the Admin Building. She then looked up the hill and noticed more fire coming from the Bomb Storage building...they even had gotten a Sentry Bot on the roof somehow. "Whoever authored the intelligence reports for this Op deserves to be shot.", Cross thought furiously. "We have to do this now, they cannot hold long." She then led her men into the house.

Betty curled up under a desk and waited to see what happened. "How did Monroe know this would happen?", she thought. "Not much gets by him". When she was first led into the Camp with the other slaves from Paradise Falls, she thought her life was about over. She'd heard the stories, and the Pitt Raiders themselves, pale as ghosts, and sores on them like they were turning into Ghouls made it clear there was truth to them. When they were paraded before Monroe like meat....God, how she had come to hate that word...he seemed like a utter b*astard. And when she and two other girls were separated from the rest and sent to see him, she feared the worst. But instead of being r*ped, as she expected, he made a rather matter of fact presentation. If, and only if, they agreed he would purchase them himself and put them on a five year contract to work off the debt. They would be expected to service the Raiders, and any customers he allowed access to them, but could keep part of the wages and even buy the contract out early if they could get the caps.

Now, the idea of being a prosttute was and is not appealing to her at all...the other two girls rejected the offer outright...but she knew it was her last chance to regain her freedom. She was small and didn't know how to fight so going to the Arena and trying to become a Raider herself was suicide. She wouldn't last much longer in the Mill, as Monroe pointed out in gory detail. But that wasn't the main reason she agreed. While no intellectual, Betty was bright and was very good at reading people...a valuable trait in the Wasteland, especially when you cannot fight. At Paradise Falls, she of course was introduced to Eulogy...who made a point of r***** any non-ghoul female who came through with even a shred of six appeal....and knew immediately behind the oily and obsequious facade was the most disgusting sort of pervert who loved to hurt women. If she had expressed her true feelings he'd have turned her into one of the playthings like those bodyguards of his. So she faked enjoying the things he did to her, and he quickly got bored and sold her to Monroe. Monroe, on the other hand, while he behaves like a vicious and total b*stard...and to an extent he is, because he has to be...what he did have was integrity. She knew that if she took the offer she would be free one day because his word mattered to him. So she agreed. And when she turned her first trick...with Monroe...much to her surprise he actually made love to her, as opposed to just use her. So she took a chance and let herself respond to him the way she would a lover....and it affected him.

Before long, he took off her collar and let her wander the camp and use her other special talent to bring in the caps...and he never questioned her reports of her income, like he did the other girls. Over time he even came to treat her more as a lover than a slave. Lately she has sensed from him some displeasure about having to put up with her meeting her quota servicing the men, and now he only sends her to the really big clients, and even then only if she doesn't complain about the individual. The men sense it too...they still come to her but are careful to treat her with respect. Another year and she'll have the 2,500 caps to buy back her freedom. But then what?

The Reclamation Team cautiously moved through the small house, prepared for contact. Surprisingly, the house was fairly clean for a Raider den. The power, including the AC were even working. Finding the dwelling empty, they moved to the kitchen where the stairs to the basemant were. Before them was what they sought, the door to the Launch Control Bunker below. Once her men were in position, Star-Paladin Cross removed a key-card from a pouch and used it to open the door. Another Paladin tossed a stun grenade down the now open stairway, they waited for it to detonate then the Team filed into the Bunker with thier weapons at the ready.

Betty heard the door open. She started to get up when she remembered Monroe and Brainiac discussing the key and it dawned on her they only had the one. She then heard instead of people moving down the stairs, a "tink, tink, tink", sound down the stairwell. She got back under the desk and covered her ears. When the stun grenade exploded, she screamed again.

Swiftly moving into and through the room, the Team looked for the source of the scream. As there was no obvious threat, they held thier fire. A Paladin noticed some whimpering coming from a desk opposite a bank of computers in the center of the room. Something about it gave him the feeling that he had better be sure of his target, so rather than shooting through the desk he motioned another member of the Team to cover him, then stepped out to where he could look under the desk, laser rifle at the ready. Under it was a young red-headed woman, wearing a pair of brahmin-skin pants over a negligee. She had both hands over her ears and was clearly unarmed. Perceiving immediately she was no threat, he removed his finger from the triggerguard of his laser rifle and gestured to the others to hold thier fire. Noticing the light from his helmet was shining on her, she turned to look at him and screamed again.

The bang from the grenade was deafening. Betty desperately tried to keep quiet in the hope that whoever it was would go away, but she was too scared to be entirely quiet. After what seemed an eternity...but was actually less than ten seconds...she heard footsteps next to her then a light shining on her. She looked to her left and saw a figure in power armor looking right at her. The figure had some sort of gun aimed at her, but she did notice that they had thier finger off the trigger. She screamed anyway.

The Citadel - A Ring - Operations Center 8:05am

Scribe Peabody was furious and starting to become a bit frightened. The reports coming in from the scout in place at SATCOM Array NN-03D got worse by the minute. The Enemy sent 20 men plus several robots to the aid of the weapons caravan, and more to the Southeast...apparently they thought they were being attacked by Outcasts...but there were as many as 50 men and 15 robots still inside the Camp. The Intelligence report Scribe Biglsey compiled listed the OPFOR as having half as many men and no robots. The Reclamation Team had been inserted but the Distraction Force was reporting they were taking a hammering from the Raiders, who were far better armed and better shots than ~again~, the Intelligence report suggested. As if that wasn't bad enough, there was the message in his hand that came from the Signals Center that was broadcast in the clear a few minutes ago.

"Scribe Peabody, report!", said Elder Lyons with barely controlled fury from right behind him. He hadn't even noticed the Old Man entered. "I understand the Operation is not going as expected."

"Elder it's not.", said Peabody. "The Enemy has twice as many men as the Intelligence report suggested and they are also deploying robots. The distraction force is reporting 20% casualties and the Reclamation Team is inserted, we cannot communicate with them until they come out."

"And that's not all.", Lyons said as he placed a holotape player on the desk next to Peabody and pushed the PLAY button. From it came a young woman's voice, by the accent, a Latina.

"Boss!...The f****** Brotherhood is coming! I'm at Dukov's now, they took his key from him two days ago! They have all the keys and are coming for whatever is below the Fort!"

Lyons then pressed STOP. "This Operation is canceled.", Lyons said icily. "Tell the force attacking the caravan to pull back immediately and aid the distraction force. If we're even able to extract Cross and her men, it will be a miracle. No questions, just do it. NOW". He then turned on his heel and strode out of the room. "And send Scribe Bigsley to me at once. I wish to speak with him.", he said over his shoulder.

Peabody stared open-mouthed as Lyons left the room. In the twenty years he had known him, that was the first time he had ever heard him raise his voice. "I hope he puts Bigsley up against the wall for this" as he began issuing the orders to carry out the Elder's will.

Borgia Manus

Borgia, Jerry, Susan Lancaster and Marie were nearing Paradise Falls. Susan was still sobbing loudly, however Borgia feared attacking her anymore may lead to her falling unconscious He certainly didn't want to drag her all the way to Falls. She was already limping and occasionally tripping over herself, leading to a great deal of control on everyone's part to not put a bullet in her head.

About two to three miles from Paradise Falls, near the small bridge town of Arefu, Borgia could see what appeared to be a dead body in the distance. Normally these things would not trouble Borgia, however the body seemed to have some sort of axe sticking from its back, and the attire seemed familiar, similar to Borgia's.

"Be careful, could be an ambush. I...I think that's a slaver."

Jerry squinted his eyes in the direction of the dead body, and raised his hunting rifle. He began scouting over the area silently, searching for who did it. As he was doing so, Borgia looked up towards Arefu, and contemplated the future excursion to the rather unprotected town.

"I, eh. I don't see anything, boss."

Borgia nodded and raised his chinese assault rifle, slowly walking towards the body. Once he was above it, he verified it was indeed a dead slaver.

"I think I know this one's name," Jerry whispered, "Nathaniel, or some goofy [censored] like that."

Before Borgia could reply, about twenty to thirty soldiers jumped from a sign, cars and from behind Borgia, from under the crumbling bridge. Borgia, Jerry and Marie were surrounded. It was over. Borgia closed his eyes, figuring he may as well take some of them as he went. As he was about to start firing, Marie shrieked.

"Stop! It's me." Borgia looked up and saw that the soldiers surrounding Borgia had lowered their weapons, and one ran out to Marie. Borgia deduced this was Marie's Alpha squad. He looked at the dead slaver, and a sudden shot of anger coursed through his body. He instinctively pulled his machete and ran at the man talking to Marie. Borgia punched the man with his left hand and pressed the machete to his throat with his right.

"You now follow my orders, you understand?" Borgia hissed to the man he presumed was the leader. He then faced the rest of the Talon Company.

"You work for me, now. Tomorrow I will come here and meet you, only half of you. You will follow me to Paradise Falls, and you will not kill anybody unless I say so or they attack. You will be rewarded for your actions, so long as you follow my command." Borgia looked at the dead slaver before him.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Borgia turned and continued towards Paradise Falls, leaving the Talon Company behind him.



"The [censored] took you?"

Borgia looked at Grouse with deep contempt. "Speak respectfully, or I'll remove your head from you neck," Borgia snapped. He continued on with Marie, Jerry and Susan Lancaster. Before Borgia entered Paradise Falls, he looked up, north, swearing he could hear the distance sound of gunfire.


After passing through the gate, Borgia saw Forty standing guard by the slave cages. Borgia approached him and grabbed Susan by the arm.

"Forty!"

Forty turned. When he saw Susan, and grin spread on his face. "My, my. Who's this lovely lady?"

"I'd say she's missed you," Borgia said, looking at Forty eyeing the woman up and down. R*** wasn't banned in Falls. Borgia didn't agree with this, however.

"Forty, you mind if I've a word?"

Forty looked from Susan to Borgia, and nodded grudgingly.

After handing Susan to a nearby slaver to be taken into the pens, Borgia led Forty to a secluded spot beyond Cutty's Clinic.

"What is it?"

"Forty, there's no point in me denying it, you have much more experience than I. Do you ever feel... under appreciated?"

Forty chuckled at the question. "I'm hardly going to say no."

"Would you ever have thoughts of.. killing Eulogy. Running Paradise Falls?"

Forty shook his head. "I wouldn't tell you if I did, I'm no idiot," Debatable, "but I wouldn't want to run this place. Too much work, negotiating deals, controlling slave shipments, organising missions," Forty tapped his chinese assault rifle, "I'm fine with killing these slaves."

Borgia nodded. "That's all I needed to know, Forty," Borgia said before turning and walking towards Eulogy's Pad.


Eulogy smiled when Borgia entered his pad.

"How did the mission go?" he asked.

"Susan Lancaster's home," Borgia answered.

Eulogy broke into a laugh. "I'll probably call her in later, see how she's handling. Oh, and another thing. A man came by today, from the Company. [censored] knows who that is. We will refrain from killing their troops on sight. A truce, I suppose."

Borgia frowned. "Not like you, Eulogy."

Eulogy shrugged. "Attract less attention to Falls. Let us conduct out business in private, undisturbed."

Don't attract any attention to Falls, make it isolated to anybody who doesn't have an interest in slaves. That was Eulogy's take, Borgia didn't agree. Paradise Falls had enough firepower to be a powerful force in the Capital Wasteland, and Borgia wanted to achieve this.


After Borgia left Eulogy's Pad, he went looking for Ymir. Jerry was still following Borgia, he was a good kid. Besides, he was the only slaver who knew of Borgia's plans, and he figured he'd keep an eye on him. Ymir was at the bar, his son Jotun was standing behind him as normal. Ymir brightened up when he saw Borgia. Borgia had always been nice to the old man and his son.

"Friend, you want a drink?"

Borgia laughed. "No Ymir, just checking up. How's you son?"

"Best [censored] slaver in Paradise Falls!" Ymir yelled, stumbling around drunkenly. Borgia threw down some caps at the counter.

"Drinks for everyone," Borgia announced. There was a small cheer from the three other useless slavers spending their time at the bar. Ymir managed his way towards Borgia.

"You are a great man, friend, a great man."

Borgia smiled and walked towards Carolina Red.

Commander October. Big Town Outpost. June 15th 3:00 AM

October made his way back to Big Town which was now cleaned up and free of rubble. The buildings where now barracks and armouries. Vertibirds flew back and forth delivering troops for hours the day before, it was like a mini Raven Rock. October approached one of the officers who was sitting on the ground.

“Commander October.” said the Officer as he stood up from the ground.

“I assume I have private quarters.” said October.

“Of course walk straight and turn right it’s the second house.”

“Thank you.”

October went to his quarters to see his advisor there, Miss Scarlet.

“Hello October.”

“Scarlet, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“I thought I would surprise you. But enough with the pointless talk. The D.C. Syndicate has been held up in there base for the last two weeks. No Eyebots has seen them. I think this is a great chance to get rid of them.”

“And how do you think we should get rid of them?” asked October.

“Two Vertibirds, five soldiers in each all equipped with Fat Mans. The building will collapse.”

“Sounds good. Waste of tech though.”

“Recent evidence proves there tech was minor. Mainly customized weapons, armor and androids.”

“Alright destroy it ASAP.”

Two hours later….

Two Vertibirds flew to the Corvega Factory, five soldiers where in each Vertibird and had Fat Mans pointed at the building. Both squads counted down from ten and then shot there Fat Mans, the mini nukes hit the old building and it crumbled to the ground. Mission successful.

Lucas "Reaper Caine - The Bazaar - Street

After his blowup with his sentries Lucas entered The Hanged Man for a drink to calm down but before he could cross the threshold sounds of automatic gunfire erupted at the south gate.

"Damn it! What now?", Lucas wonders aloud as he runs down the street to see what the commotion is all about.

As Lucas drew near he saw his sentries firing at a threat outside the walls. Lucas stopped a Lance soldier who was about to head out into the fray.

"What in the hell is going on out there, soldier?"

"It's the Skum Buckit raiders again, Commander.", the power armored merc replies before heading out the gates.

Lucas follows the merc to see the situation firsthand.

[[Fort Independence]]


The Programmer walked across the bridge, looking toward the distant Tenpenny Tower. Fort Independence lay below, though he could barely see due to a growing sandstorm. He came to a stop in the middle of the bridge, looking down toward the Fort through his red goggles.

"Perhaps some good technology is in there." He muttered to himself, pushing his hat against his head as the growing winds blew his tie. Suddenly, something cold pressed against his temple, round and emitting a low frequency.

"Even if it does, you aren't getting any." A voice buzzed through a tiny radio, The Programmer slowly looking to his left to see a Outcast with a laser rifle pointed at his head. "Nice goggles you have there... judging from the looks, they are somehow connected to that pistol on your hip. Target assistance I assume?"

The Programmers eyes narrowed as he stood completely still. He didn't utter a single word, the wind blowing some sand across the bridge.

"Don't want to talk ehh?" The Outcast said, his rifle giving off a click as he prepared to fire. "Good... I hate loud noi-" He never finished his sentence, a loud gnshot ringing in the air as The Outcast's visor suddenly shattered, blood bursting out of his helmet and his body collapsing to the ground. The Programmer immediatly ducked behind the bridges concrete, pulling out his pistol.

"Your alright," a mans voice called out from behind a car, the speaker slowly sliding out. He was wearing combat armor and held a assault rifle in his hand, "Your the man that Mieux sent us to meet then? Let's get moving, before more of those Outcast show up."

The Programmer nodded as his ally began to run down the bridge, he following. They began to move toward Tenpenny, a woman suddenly at there side.

"What the crap were you thinking, walking around in broad daylight!?" She barked to The Programmer, a sniper rifle in her hands, "In case you haven't realized, our boss finds you valuable! I don't know how, considering the fact you don't know the basics of living, but I do know that if he wants to invest my life and Mikes to help you reach him, you damn well better respect his decision!"

The Programmer gave no response as they ran toward Tenpenny, his mind on one thing. What were The Enclave doing, and did the Eyebot he rigged find its way home yet?

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They reached Tenpenny Tower. The woman raised her hand as she walked toward the intercome outside the gate.

"One moment," she said, pressing on the talk button, "Hey! Tell Mieux we brought the package. Ask him where he wants us to bring it."

Intercepting the intercom call, he opened the gate. "I want him brought to my elevator. Our guest has a five second window to enter that elevator once he's looking at it before I lock it again, so he'd best hurry. But, hang him a '200 caps on the house' token, I'm sure our guest wants a drink after his trek in the Wastes, as for you my dear, I'd like to see your full report of everything that may have transpired on your journey to and from." The woman nodded courteously to the camera at the gate, then letting The Programmer pass, the two soon followed suit, sealing the courtyards blast door again, opening the doors to the tower for The Programmer, giving him VIP treatment on Mieuxs order.

Sitting at his desk in his private suite, Mieux waited for her report to be delivered by a special mail slot. He read it over carefully, and shook his head when through, he sighed annoyedly, "The man's TRYING to cause me problems, it's a good thing none of the Outcasts will know someone under MY care did it, I'm already on shifty enough grounds with them as it is, one of theirs lying mysteriously shot in the head would make this alot more worse." He sighed again, then took a drink from his wine glass, GNR chiming that beautiful Pre-War music Mieux had come to love.

Commander October was looking out into the wastes from the Big Town bridge. He was wearing his black and red Enclave Officer suit and had a Plasma Rifle in his hands. All October was doing was waiting for something living to show up so he could kill it. Two men walked out of Big Town and walked out into the wastes, October could see someone running behind a rock in the distance. October was intrigued by this and he walked over to the rock with the Plasma Rifle pointed at the man.

“You who are you and what are you doing here?” Barked October, if the man showed any resistance his life would end.

Jack

Jack swished the contents of his whiskey within its glass. Two days ago after his meeting with Mieux he retrieved his weapons, and rented a room. Mieux's words still rang through him like a bell. The tower had been treating him very well, but the guests had been quite wary of such a heavily armed man. Jack's appearance was certainly not normal. He was outfitted in large olive green advanced combat armor with numerous battle scars and scracthes, and a bandana used to cover his mouth from the post apocalyptic sands. He wore aviator sunglasses that shielded his bright green eyes. Long slightly messy raven black hair reached a little farther than his eyebrows. He kept a closely shaven beard and his face was gaunt, showing a man who had witnessed terrible acts. Jack had sharp eyes and numerous cuts upon his face, all from his experience in the wasteland, and none from fights in bars or scuffles in towns. He was of lean musculature, and was about 6 foot 3. His size and scars did nothing to make him look intimidating, he always looked defeated and restless, and was always quiet, and never spoke much. Even when he was a child he only spoke a whole lot to his brother Jacob. Jacob..How I miss you, you and home. I should have given you a proper burial instead of letting you rot. Just look at me now. I don't even have a place to call home. Wait! Jack's large green eyes grew excited, how had he ever missed it he thought excitedly. This could be my home! Jack then ran to the front desk with unprecedented enjoyment. But wait, the tower is not defensible enough, but perhaps... Jack spoke to the bored guard at the front desk, "I wish to buy a room here! But wait, I want to first talk to Mister Mieux about business. Trust me, it's important." The guard hesitantly pushed the button on the intercom.

Mr. Mieux, I have the wastelander here by the name of Jack at the desk, saying he wishes to discuss some important business with you." The guards words were doubtful and slightly mocking Jack, but regardless, Jack heard under the crackle of static Mister Mieux say that he had pressing matters, but soon enough should be able to speak with Jack. At this Jack became ever more excited.

Maybe I can finally have a place of my own to live, to escape my past, no matter how hard it tries I've finally succeeded! Jack thought happily, maybe he could actually settle down, he thought...

Eric was about to make a run for it when someone yelled out.

"You who are you and what are you doing here?"

Eric slowly stood up and almost wet himself as he saw that at least a dozen of the men in power armour were pointing their guns at him, but one of the men wasn't in armour, he was wearing a black and red suit of some kind.

"Um, my name is Eric Highland, I'm from Megaton" said Eric pointing the over way towards where Megaton was.

The men were still pointing their guns at him.

"I'm a trader, yes.. I was meant to stop here but I guess I can't, your probably wondering where my brahmin is, it ran away got spooked by raiders"

Eric hoped that these people would believe him.

"Um, whats your name?"asked Eric trying to buy himself time.

Ding. The doors of the elevator slid open, The Programmer pulling off his goggled, mask, and hat to reveal the heavily scarred and hairless face of a ghoul. He slowly walked into the halls of the top floor, briefcase in hand. The distant sound of music could be heard coming from down the hall. The Programmer casually walked in its direction, extracting a CD-Case from his jacket as he did so. He reached a close door, the music emitting from behind it.

"Mr.Mieux," he said, knocking on the door, "May I come in? I wish to talk to you about my stay, and current happenings in the world outside your paradise that may soon intrude."

Commander October listened to the man named Eric Highland, it was clear he was making up most of the stuff. The man did not know who the Enclave were so October didn’t have to kill him, instead October started to converse with the man.

“I am Ryan Clearwater member of the renegade Brotherhood of Steel. Us renegades are former Brotherhood of Steel members who were fed up with the way things were being dealt with. We do not agree with the outcasts either. Now I do not want anyone knowing we are here so how much will it cost me to make sure you don’t say anything? Remember I can kill you right now so be reasonable.” said October. He was lying but the man had no idea.

Eric was watching the man, it was clear he didn't believe his story.

“I am Ryan Clearwater member of the renegade Brotherhood of Steel. Us renegades are former Brotherhood of Steel members who were fed up with the way things were being dealt with. We do not agree with the outcasts either. Now I do not want anyone knowing we are here so how much will it cost me to make sure you don’t say anything? Remember I can kill you right now so be reasonable.”

Eric didn't want to die and he owed Moriarty enough to complete the job.

"Okay, what do want from me? Do you want me to pretend that I didn't see you"

October called for one of the Enclave Soldiers to come closer, he whispered something in his ear and the Enclave soldier quickly ran into Big Town and came out with a briefcase. The Soldier handed the briefcase to October and October turned his attention back to Eric Highland. “This briefcase contains twenty thousand caps, you can have it if you pretend you never saw us. Does that sound good?” said October.