King Arthur. Future Tek Bunker.
"Oh hi. Let me introduce myself. My name is Robert Park, the main owner of this bunker. Please follow the blinking yellow lights towards my main chamber...and mind your weapons. Although my Sentry Bots and Turrets are to be feared, my neurotoxin emitters are even more deadly." said Robert. Arthur turned around and told his men to wait, he would see this Robert Park alone. Arthur followed the yellow lights until he arrived in Roberts main chamber, on the way he noticed Roberts defenses, they were near perfect but Arthur was slightly impressed. When he arrived in the chamber he awaited for Robert to tell him why he called him there.

Robert Park - Future Tek Bunker

Robert, in his massive robotic body that was suspended in the air with various cords and cables attached to the roof, looked at King Arthur with one yellow eye attached to the body.

"King Arthur, good to meet you. Now let's get down to business."

Robert composed himself...if that's possible when his real body is in alien stasis and his robotic body didn't move at all.

"I saw you wipe out the Rebel base. And I am genuinely impressed. Your group seems to be good at murder and have a fighting force as good or even better than my own. I hate the Chronicles. When they discover this base, they'll try to disconnect me and I'm the only one who can control this facility along with all of its sentry robots, turrets, and neurotoxin emitters."

"And I know you hate the Chronicles. So what I propose is a fair trade. I have massive storage warehouses containing various testing equipment, including an armoury of standard grade Pre-War weaponry. I allow you to have a forward base in the warehouse and give you access to the armoury while you protect this base. Fair trade, guns and a base in exchange for protection."

Robert used one of his security cameras to check on the other Knights. They were in a perfect location for a neurotoxin burst in case something went wrong while King Arthur was basically trapped in a circular room with turrets aiming directly at his head.

Arthur was genuinely impressed with Roberts proposition, "Before I accept your proposition know this, I do not hate the Chronicles, they are a powerful enemy who have done there best to protect Chinatown. They are a great faction, almost as great as my Knights, I respect the Chronicles. I do not hate the Rebels either, but I do not respect them. They are a terrorist organization that has made enemies out of the Chronicles when they did nothing to them, it was the Hells Kitchen Slavers who attacked Soho and it caused the Rebellion to be formed but the Rebellion decided it was the Chronicles who were the problem, Marcox is a fool. I will not allow the Rebellion to live when I conquer Manhattan, all of them will die. As for the Chronicles once I behead Scarlet Rose they will have no choice but to accept me as there leader. Now you propose an alliance with the Knights of Arthur, this is something the Knights of Arthur have never done before. We have allowed other factions to pretend they weren't apart of the Knights of Arthur, the Hells Kitchen Slavers are a prime example but really there is no other faction associated with the Knights of Arthur so in order for me to accept your deal you will have to join the Knights of Arthur. You will still be able to do what you have done your entire life but you will be doing it under the Knights of Arthur's banner, what do you say Robert Park?"

Robert Park

Robert listened intently as King Arthur explained that Robert's Future Tek military had to work under the banner of the Knights of Arthur. He sighed inwardly, mostly about the fact that Future Tek was about science, not war. The only reason Robert even tried to ally with the Knights was to preserve the science.

He sighed. "Alright fine. But my scientists will not fight at all unless they want to. As for my facility, the facility is mine, you're just renting it. Remember that...and don't mess up anything that has to do with any testing going on. Oh and this is a friendly warning but...if you bother any of my scientists, especially Evelyn, I won't hesitate to send you to the incinerator room."

"Alright fine. But my scientists will not fight at all unless they want to. As for my facility, the facility is mine, you're just renting it. Remember that...and don't mess up anything that has to do with any testing going on. Oh and this is a friendly warning but...if you bother any of my scientists, especially Evelyn, I won't hesitate to send you to the incinerator room." Arthur smiled after hearing that he accepted.

"Do not worry your scientists will do no fighting, in fact until the Knights of Arthur conquer Manhattan you will continue to do what you have been doing. I will not give you any orders until Manhattan is under my banner. And I have no plans to bother your workers, chances are I will not return here for quite some time. Goodbye Robert, and thank you."

KING ARTHUR

Now that Arthur was finished with Robert he decided to return to Washington Heights, he regrouped with his bodyguards and left the Future Tek bunker, he was happy that the Knights of Arthur had new members, especially because the new members had a lot to offer. One of Arthur's guards asked Arthur what Robert had asked, Arthur chuckled and turned to him. "He wanted to ally with the Knights of Arthur, but I told him the Knights have no allies so he joined us." The Guard started to cheer.

"Wonderful news King Arthur, we have new members who will benefit us in the upcoming war for Manhattan! A glorious day indeed!"

"I agree King Arthur, wonderful news."

"Enough with the celebration, we must get back to the task at hand, just because we have a new ally does not guarantee us a victory over Manhattan, now I have no doubts that the Knights of Arthur will conquer Manhattan, but I cannot see into the future so it is uncertain. Now lets make our way to Washington Heights."

Arthur stood outside of the Future Tek bunker and before he was about to leave he heard something, "What was that?" he said aloud, he looked around and didn't see much, but he decided to stay put for a few minutes. "I am regretting going here with such a small force, do you think Robert Park is setting us up? No, he doesn't seem like a fool, guards stay here, I want to find out what made that noise."

***

Mark Never

Mark made his way back to the Chinatown Hotel, as soon as he got in he saw Lucifer, he walked up to him and punched him in the face. "What the [censored] is your problem? Huh you piece of [censored]! Why the [censored] did you send that [censored] Sheriff [censored] after me!" Several Chronicles had there weapons pointed at Mark, Mark turned to one of them. "You going to shoot me? Huh you going to shoot me? Then [censored] do it you [censored] [censored]es! Shoot me!" One of the Guards shot at Mark but missed, Mark had dived to the left and grabbed a beer bottle from a counter he threw it at the guard who shot him and the bottle shattered in his face, he screamed in pain and at the same moment the elevator dinged, Mark turned to see Scarlet.

"Can someone tell me what the [censored] is going on here?" she asked in an angry tone.

"I will, your [censored] Colonel sent one of your Chronicles after me despite the fact I am working for you!"

"Lucifer! Is this true?"

"Yes. I don't trust this Mark guy."

Scarlet walked up to Lucifer and smacked him across the face, "Don't you ever [censored] interfere with any of my associates again!" Scarlet then walked up to the Chronicle who shot at Mark, "Get to the [censored] infirmary and fix your [censored] face up. And Mark, come to my room, lets finish our deal."

Ooc: sorry for the long Gap my [censored] of teacher Gave me bunch of work to do for tomorrow after he got the dates wrong… :swear:

Alex” the sheriff” Carlson

After making sure the Rebel had gone, alex slowly walked back to china town and enter the chinatown hotel.

Limping up to the Bar Alex grabbed a wiskey he pour it over his leg wound before sitting down on a couch. Pulling out some Tweezers Alex began to pull several pieces of sharpnel of his leg..

I have to tell Lucifer about the monsters…

After removing all of shapnel alex limped over to Lucifer

“Lucifer, sir Mark spotted me , I failed but I just came from east village, the rebels are all dead, along with all out troops… “


“these tall black furry monsters with Glowing red eye killed them, this one crazed trooper who Survived stated they fired all their bullets at monsters but it just made them angry , hell I fired all my 44. bullets at one of them and it just [censored] finched!"

Charlie Moore

I had been waiting inside the pub for a few hours now, with no sign of that man. Questions were rolling around inside my head, like why a man who claimed to a Chronicle was being chased by a man claiming to be a Chronicle and why did the Chronicle who was attacked come back to a pub run by the Rebels? If he was a Chronicle wouldn’t he have gone to Chronicle territory, in Chinatown? Then it clicked in my mind, that bastard wasn’t here, he was in Chinatown.

After a few hours of walking I finally arrived in Chinatown, I knew the biggest Chronicle base there was the grand Chinatown Hotel, walking through the slums of the district I came to the hotel and approached the double doors. I pushed them open, I saw the “Sheriff” man from earlier today.

“You [censored],” I said, only to be greeted by two guards who started to push me towards the door. I tried to tell them I was looking for the man, but they seemed to either not care, or not know who he was.

"Here he comes," said the nearby rebel very silently. "Time to make history.FOR ROBERT!" Rango yelled in a british voice, or at least he tried. The disguised rebels and Rango, who also was disguised in a red bandana, flipped the newspapers and rubble off themselves and the gatlin gun and spinned her up.
"Light 'em up! Make him wish he never bothered the bunker!" Rango said, trying to sound like Robert's soldier. The gatlin gun rotated ever so quickly, rounds piercing into the dry and cracked sand and concrete rubble. King Arthur, who happened to be walking towards them, quickly stopped and ducked after he saw bullets coming straight at him, barely missing. "Damnit, that coward is hiding. Keep his positi---what the [censored]!"
One of Arthur's two men managed to avoid the fire and stabbed the gatlin gunner. Rango was punched right in the face, ending up with a black eye. Rango shot the man in the knee in return, and tiedhim up as the other rebel manned the gatlin gun. The bullets continued.

Out of nowhere bullets began flying, Arthur took cover and listened to what the men were saying one of them said something about bothering the bunker, he couldn't completely make it out because of the sound of gunfire. Suddenly the gunfire stopped and Arthur peeked to see why, one of his Knights had killed the gatling gunner, the Knight was then shot in the knee and tied up. Arthur popped up from his cover and shot at some of the attackers, two of them fell dead while others were injured.

"[censored] bastards!" yelled Arthur.

He ducked behind cover again and reloaded, he popped up again and killed another attacker, Arthur was going to continue firing but he heard a strange growl, he ducked down again and looked around to see what it was, six giant black monsters stood to the right. What the [censored]. The monsters all yelled and ran towards the combat, they started to attack the attackers. One monster ran at Arthur but when it got close Arthur's other Knight jumped on the monster and began to stab it, "FOR KING ARTHUR!" yelled the Knight "GO KING ARTHUR I WILL SLAY THIS BEAST!"

Arthur began to run and run and eventually got away, he didn't know where he was, it was an unfamiliar location.

Rango picked up the Knigt and carried him back to mid-town. one rebel said he would stay behind, for what Rango had done for the rebels was very brave and smart. The rebel said that he would die for honor, and got back on the gatlin gun and held off the black monsters. He managed to wound two of them very badly, but the rest overran him. armed with only a small frag grenade, he ran into the monster cluster, the grenade live...
"Did you hear that?" Rango said outloud. The rebels shook their heads and continued,

Midtown

"Well look who we have here? A tin-can Knight aye?" Rango's gang said. "Well take him down the basemant and interriorgate this son of a [censored]. I doubt well get much out of him, but killing him is equally fun..."
Screams of pain rised to the air from underground. The Knight refused to talk, even after all finger nails removed. Rango said," you tell us ow to kill Arthur or else." Never you son of a [censored]!" CHOP! 3 fingers splattered and severed right off.

Karis Taivo

The knights were ambushed. One was imediately captured, and the other made a suicide run against the black creatures in an attempt to save Arthur. Arthur had ran like a coward. Karis was tailing him, slowly following his every movement he made on the street. It was clear the man had no idea where he was. Several time he switched directions, circling over himself.

Karis was now peeking out behind an alley, watching the King slowly walk the streets. He did not have an open shot, and a firefight with this man would not be his best option. His best option was to wait, and see what mistakes the old man would make.

OOC: Current date October 12th, 2277 9:09 AM

Mark Never

Mark had just finished with Scarlet, she lied on the bed wearing nothing, Mark smiled at the thought, the Chronicles leader was his and he wasn't even a Chronicle. "Scarlet baby I'll be back tonight, I got some business to attend to." said Mark with a smile. Scarlet let out a sigh but it turned into a smile.

"I guess I can wait until tonight, you finish up your business quick Mark, I am looking forward to another night."

"Will do Scarlet, I am not turning down the opportunity to be in bed with you."

Mark got dressed in his duster and grabbed a backpack, it was full of 9mm Ammo and had Marks two pistols in it, he zoomed out of the room and took the elevator to the lobby, as he left the Hotel he noticed the man from the other day.

"Hey, its you, err.. um... Charlie? Right?" said Mark.

King Arthur

Arthur didn't know where he was, he was confused, sore and angry. Someone had tried to kill him and he didn't know who it was, he did know that it wasn't Robert Park despite the fact the attackers mentioned something about the bunker, the thing that convinced him that Robert was not the man behind it was the fact that Robert invited Arthur to the bunker and the attackers said that he was bothering the bunker, it made no sense. Arthur had suspicions that the Rebels were behind it, after all he had just recently lead an assault on Fort Suicide and massacred every rebel there. But what had Arthur confused the most was the creatures, they were tall muscular midnight black monsters with glowing red eyes and they were nearly unstoppable, Arthur watched as one of them took on onslaught of bullets from the gatling gun and the creature seemed to just shrug it off as if it was being poked. Arthur was also slightly comforted, the creatures also attacked the attackers so it seemed that they were not allied with the attackers.

Arthur started to walk north for hours and hours, he eventually arrived at Washington Heights in the morning, he was greeted by several Knights.

"King Arthur, you have no escorts? Not a smart move, I know you can defend yourself but it is risky, I only care for your safety do not take this as a lecture."

"Its alright, but I had escorts, they are dead."

"Oh, I am sorry to hear this, but it is good news to, it means you got away. Who were the attackers my King?"

"Thats the thing, I don't know."

"Horrible. Well we should get you checked up.. Oh... Thats right... You don't take your armor off in public."

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fhj9m5NSWtg/TQzTL-j-WZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6FOvFZEo3qk/s1600/clive-owen-king-arthur-400a011707.jpg sighed, he unlocked his armor and took off his helmet and then the rest of the suit, several knights gasped in shock. A

Charlie Moore

"Hey, it’s you, err.. um... Charlie? Right?" said the man.

He had just come out of the elevator, the guards seeing him talk to me backed off a little, and I assumed he must have been important. That idea made me happy; these guys were all chummy now that they thought I was associated with whoever this guy was, and whoever he was he musta been important.

“Hey buddy, you look happy, what took you so damn long? Also what the hell man, I thought you would be back at the pub, you know, the one in Soho.”

I approached him holding my hand out, in position for a hand shake, “Yep name’s Charlie, Charlie Moore, what’s your’s.”

Mark Never

"Pub in Soho? Oh... Here lets go somewhere away from here." said Mark. "Oh and the name is Mark." Mark lead Charlie to an alleyway, he then leaned up against a wall, "You see I am a double agent, I ain't a Chronicle but I am working with them, but only to get into Scarlets pants. I could give two [censored] about the Rebels or the Chronicles, I do what benefits me. Now I suspect you are not a rebel, I mean no rebel is stupid enough to just walk into Chronicle territory, especially near there Hotel so I have a proposition, me and you should join together, make a deadly alliance. We won't be sided with any faction, we'll do what benefits us and considering we both have outstanding skills in combat and trickery we'll be able to run smoothly. What do you say Charlie?"

Charlie Moore

"Pub in Soho? Oh... Here let’s go somewhere away from here. Oh and the name is Mark."

“Well it is a pleasure to meet you.” I turned back as we were leaving the Hotel to see the guards with a dumbfounded look on their faces, obviously they could not understand what was going on. So I decided to mock them a little more and I flipped them as we left the building. Mark lead me to an alley where he leaned himself up against the wall.

"You see I am a double agent, I ain't a Chronicle but I am working with them, but only to get into Scarlet’s pants. I could give two [censored] about the Rebels or the Chronicles, I do what benefits me. Now I suspect you are not a rebel, I mean no rebel is stupid enough to just walk into Chronicle territory, especially near their Hotel so I have a proposition, me and you should join together, make a deadly alliance. We won't be sided with any faction, we'll do what benefits us and considering we both have outstanding skills in combat and trickery we'll be able to run smoothly. What do you say Charlie?"

In my mind I was shocked, this guy was a double agent, running a scam against both the Rebels and the Chronicles, that took some guts considering if even one found out, the other would know and then two of Manhattans most powerful groups would want his head on a silver platter.

“Well Mark, I gotta tell yah, that is a perfectly reasonable goal for working with the Chronicles, and I guess I’m in,” my thoughts then flashed back to the Upper East Side, and what the “Knights” had done to my neighborhood, so then I added:

“As long as we never have to be friends with the KoA.”

"The Knights of Arthur? [censored] its not like we could be friends with them anyways, your either apart of them or your there enemy but I got to admit, they get [censored] done. Alright welcome aboard the team, now I have some [censored] I need to tell you if we are going to be working together. I was once apart of the mysterious organization called the Business, they found me as a child and trained me to be the best [censored] assassin Manhattan has to offer, I even got better then the leader of the group. I decided that I wasn't going to be an assassin despite the fact it benefited me a lot, but it restricted my life style, the Business wanted me to go on contracts every day because of my skills so I said [censored] them and I left. I started to bartend in Little Italy for a couple of weeks and the Business found me, they beat the [censored] out of me and left me in the streets nearly dead, luckily some Doctor found me and fixed me up, he expected me to have caps to pay him so I cut the [censored]ers head off with a scalpel. Anyways I have been hunting the Business for a while but I am starting to lose interest in it, I killed one the other day, and it was the only member I killed after years of searching, those [censored]ers know I am after them and those [censored]ers know how to hide, just like me. Anyways I've been talking long enough, where you from? Whats your life been? I mean if were going to be partners in crime we should get to know each other." said Mark.

The Knight layed dead on the ground. "Get him away from here," Rango said.
Rango decided he should head to ChinaTown. From what he heard, a faction or two might be there, and he'd be able to "explore" them and learn their weaknesses, or of course, get captured.



Ge captured, in the worst case scenario.

It was a bright morning when he arrived on the Northern most tip of Chinatown.

Already there was two thugs,eyeing Rango as he walked through the rising and slanting streets. "have you seen Arthur," he asked many passer byers. they all replied no.
Then, about an hour after searching, he spotted the man he knocked down for the sheriff talking to an other guy he remembered. Mark, that's his name!". "Hello old friends," he said with a smirk on his face and his hand hidden near his revolver. "Long time no see?"



OOC: If i can't meet them yet, I'll edit.


And Josh, just no. no, no, no. I bet you turned scarlet into a supermutant*P.

[[The Programmer's Secret Base, 9:20 AM]]


The Programmer walked through the many halls of his Citadel, yawning quietly to himself as he pressed the record button of a holo-tape in his hand. His body was a mere silhouette within the dark halls.


"This is The Programmer, Entry 38. I am making poor progress with my plans. A facility for me to construct machines has been located inside Manhattan Island, but... it is dis functional. I require a way to power it, and then a way to make sure everything is in working order. I should get to work on making a machine that can do every psychical labor that a human could... but alas, I can hardly keep my Citadel running. A strange thing, how I am based in one of the most strategic areas of this city... and yet, I must be one of the weaker people in this region."

He came to a elevator, pressing on the down button. The doors slid open to a tiny box room, dark due to no light working. The Programmer stepped inside, pressing on a button that said B-3. The doors slid shut, and the box room began to descend.

"Power continues to run from the generators I have set up, but I do not know how long that will last. I have looked the generators over, and... I do not like what I see. Unless I somehow manage to find a new source of power, all of my work will be wiped out before the month is even over. Not even enough time for me to do what I have planned for Halloween. I have thought over the idea of requesting anyone that listens to my radio station to supply me, but that risk so many things. Would if my base is compromised? Suppose they betray me and give me something that's explosives. Perhaps a mutant will come out of the water when the boat I have my Sentry Bot send it on arrives. The possibilities are endless. I will only do that as a last resort... there is after all... one other option."

The elevator came to a halt and the doors slid open, revealing another hall with shut-down bunker lights on the roof. He began to walk forward, the hall quickly entering a giant, pentagon shaped room. It was filled with many supply containers, empty barrels, and other bits of scrap metal, along with three power generators, one of which was shut down. The Programmer began to walk straight through the room.

"This one that has been occupying my mind for a long, long time, ever since I arrived here two months ago. If I were able to make this work, then I would be set for life. No more scavenging. No more moving every six months. I would have pure water. A large amount of technology... perhaps even people to help me with my work. It would be like living in Tenpennny Tower with him all over again, only better. The only problem is... this programming for the door was well made. Two months, and I haven't been able to crack the code. Soon though... I will have no choice." The Programmer came to a stop, pressing the record button again and looking infront of him.

There, setup inside the wall was a large, steel vault door with a broken camera laying near it. The console was different from others, this one built in the wall and having a unique keyboard, much like the ones in The Programmer's monitor room. The final noticeable thing about the Vault Door, was the logo. Instead of a number, there was a giant, light green L on it.

"One day, I will get inside you." His eyes narrowed as he took a seat, examining the Vault.

Robert Park - Future Tek Test Chamber 15

Robert examined the 15th Test Chamber, which in Pre-War times, was dedicated to the advancement of laser weaponry in automated turrets. But after 200 years of deterioration and the subsequent mass rebuilding in 2275, Test Chamber 15 is now a live fire course, test subjects usually consisting of scavengers coming into the bunker.

One particular test subject seemed to be in some state of shock, despite there being ten battery powered protectrons patrolling the massive white, sterile test chamber. He kept muttering something about a creature and the description was nearly perfect to the description to the same creature that attacked King Arthur's party just an hour ago.

"Test Subject 145, keep up the mediocrity...actually, you will be escorted by an Escort Robot in 3, 2, 1,"

The Test Subject was dragged by two Mr. Handy robots and Robert contacted Evelyn through a speaker. "Evie, find out everything the Test Subject knows about the creature."

"Sure sure," Evelyn said in an annoyed voice.

Robert sighed and relaxed before a blip came up on one of his regional maps. It was that one man who made off with Robert's AK-47. Only good side to that was that the gun, just like the rest of the equipment made by Future Tek, it was outfitted with a tracker. But Robert would leave him alone for now, mostly because there was no way to tell whether or not the guy still had the AK-47.

He simply went back to testing. "Welcome to Future Tek Test Chamber 17, Test Subject 146. Today, you will fight ten large preying mantis humanoids. Please pick up the Future Tek Licensed Standard Automatic Assault Rifle from the designated 70 Ton Retractable Pedestal."

Charlie Moore

Mark began to speak, he spoke of the KoA and how it was unlikely that we could be working alongside them, then he moved onto his life as a member of a mysterious organization called the “Business”. I had heard of them, some say they were real and controlled everything that happened in Manhattan, but from the shadows, others claimed they were not real, but this was pretty much proof, the fact that Mark had said before he could dodge bullets and [censored], it was all starting to make sense. His next topic was about him and how he was on a manhunt against the “Business”, there were some minor details, such as him getting the [censored] kicked out of him and killing a Doctor, and then he finished with:

Whats your life been? I mean if we’re going to be partners in crime we should get to know each other.”

I began to speak. “Well, I was born in Harlem, not much was going on until I was about 8 years old. A local raider gang began to recruit from Harlem, the leader started calling himself a Warlord and that he was going to carve a nation out of Manhattan. Well, they didn’t, they were just an over glorified raider group. When I turned 14 they ran much of Harlem and parts of the surrounding districts, I got recruited and forced into their army. There was no diplomacy, just brutality, and 4 years ticked by until the KoA arrived on the scene, they beat the army into submission and the Warlord surrendered himself to the KoA and joined them. Most of the people who were my friends, if they could even be called that, and I went south into the Upper East Side, the dissolved army and people who were now free moved out in all directions, causing much chaos. My group and I, not knowing anything other than violence worked in a town in the Upper East Side for 4 years, we acted as guards for caravans, scav teams, and raiders for the settlement. Until earlier today that had been my life, but the KoA marched on that area and massacred the town, I guess cause it was deemed evil or some such [censored]. Well, that’s my life, what do we do know?”

It was nearing the end of the day, and the sun had begun its descent to the horizon. It's last dieing rays of light penetrated the grimy and shattered windows of a crumbling warehouse outside of Little Italy. The interior was a collection of shattered wooden planks that lay in remnants of old crates, rusting steel containers that groaned under their own weight, and various emptied ends of Pre-War eighteen wheelers.

In the center of a cleared section of the warehouse, stood the solemn figures of four broad-shouldered men, their silhouettes concealing their visage. Though their faces were well concealed, there were several details that showed who they really were. The glint of cold steel at their hips was a defining detail that showed off their power and supremecy, while their neatly pressed business suits showed their alliegence to the Corleones.

Out of the shadows opposite to these men emerged several other figures, their features also conealed in the dieing light of the warehouse. However, just like the Corleone thugs, a few details betrayed their alliegance as well. In their hands they gripped an assortment of weapons, ranging from pistols to wooden bats. Thier clothing was a mixture of various design, telling the tale of their Wastleand origin. However, their broad shoulders and confident strides informed the Corleone thugs they were well fed, which means they were under employ of a rich man. It was all the thugs needed to confirm what words might have been able to.

One of the Corleones whistled through his teeth, and from out of the shadows, carts were wheeled out into a beam of light. The Corleone men backed away, allowing the other men to inspect what they had offered. The Wastelanders circled the carts piled with fresh wooden crates, occasionally cracking one open to inspect the contents of the crates. From the wooden confines, the Wastelanders pulled a variety of equipment, including old terminals, specific parts, and other miscellanious items. From another cart, the Wastelanders produced medical equipment, including an assortment of less reputable medecines. From another, they brought out cartons of ammunitions casings and jars of black gunpowder of various calibers. The procedure continued for some time before the Wastelanders began to pack up.

Without another word spoken, the Wastelanders hauled their carts of goods into the shadows and out of the warehouse, leaving the Corleone thugs to themselves, who left in time as well.

Without a whisper even spoken, the warehouse was silent once more.

Mark Never

Charlie had told Mark all he needed to know, Mark didn't want to know much about him just his past and motives and that is what he learned.

"Well we could go buy some hokers in lower Chinatown or we could go kill some people? I am kidding of course, throughout my hunt for the Business I have created profiles on the major three factions of Manhattan. Despite your personal opinions on the Knights of Arthur I believe they have the best motives and best goals for Manhattan, not that I agree with them. I don't want to be ruled over by someone I like to be my own person, thats one of the reasons why I left the Business. Under the Knights of Arthur's rule Manhattan will prosper and flourish. The Chronicles are the second best choice for Manhattan but they don't want to go for all of Manhattan, or at least Scarlet doesn't. She is happy with what the Chronicles have accomplished and she doesn't want to spread the Chronicles over Manhattan, smart choice but if the Chronicles ever do defeat the Knights and Rebels they could easily rule over all of Manhattan. I like the Chronicles, they do what benefits them, like me. As for the Rebels, there nothing more than [censored] up terrorists who are fighting the wrong people. Was it the Chronicles who attacked Soho? No. Was it the Chronicles who killed all those citizens and enslaved the rest? No. I don't like the Rebels, and I have a plan. I am going to kill Marcox. Are you in?"

Karis Taivo

Karis was back in the smoky tavern, the last place he wanted to be. Marcox was sitting across from him, smoking the same pipe. It was almost if that was what he did all day. He probably didn't even lift a finger, much less pick up a gun for once. Karis had recalled the ambush on the King, and how he had returned to Washington Heights. Marcox suddenly spoke, as if he could tell Karis was agitated.

"Karis, once again I appreciate your contributions. Now I-"

"No!" Karis interrupted, anger surging through his now standing and rigid body. "We've done nothing! Terrorist attacks, bombings, raids, propaganda! Thats all! We've made no headway against the chronicle scum! Don't you realize this?"

The two massive gaurds now stood, hands resting on the hilts of their pistols. With a curt nod from Marcox, the men returned to their previous position. Marcox looked Karis over like he had many times before. His eyes were searching the man.

"Could you do better, my friend?" Asked Marcox.

"As a matter of fact, I believe I could!" retorted Karis.

Marcox smiled. A grim smile, though. "I see. Your will and determination please me. You show what it needs to be a leader. For now, though, you must realize what the current predicament is. The knights are closing in from the north, and the Chronicles are constantly harrassing our southern flank. I barely have enough men to hold the south line, so how do you think I can hold the north line and make an assault on the chronicles."

Karis thought this over. "I see. I am sorry for acting....so disrespectful."

Marcox studdied Karis for a minute, as if he was thinking of something very important.

"No worries. You may leave."

Charlie Moore

"Well we could go buy some hokers in lower Chinatown or we could go kill some people? I am kidding of course, throughout my hunt for the Business I have created profiles on the major three factions of Manhattan. Despite your personal opinions on the Knights of Arthur I believe they have the best motives and best goals for Manhattan, not that I agree with them. I don't want to be ruled over by someone I like to be my own person, thats one of the reasons why I left the Business. Under the Knights of Arthur's rule Manhattan will prosper and flourish. The Chronicles are the second best choice for Manhattan but they don't want to go for all of Manhattan, or at least Scarlet doesn't. She is happy with what the Chronicles have accomplished and she doesn't want to spread the Chronicles over Manhattan, smart choice but if the Chronicles ever do defeat the Knights and Rebels they could easily rule over all of Manhattan. I like the Chronicles, they do what benefits them, like me. As for the Rebels, there nothing more than [censored] up terrorists who are fighting the wrong people. Was it the Chronicles who attacked Soho? No. Was it the Chronicles who killed all those citizens and enslaved the rest? No. I don't like the Rebels, and I have a plan. I am going to kill Marcox. Are you in?" Mark said.

"I'm in, although I doubt I will be of much use, I have no training doing anything sneaky, I was just a raider."