Wastelands ~ The Game's afoot

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As Virgil works, he becomes aware of an unusual light source, flickering on and off irregularly. It is clearly emanating from behind him and not at all related to his blowtorch. He pauses his work and turns to see the source, whereupon the light vanishes. A black Glock 22 lands at his foot as a suited figure drops to its knees a few meters away, hands raised in the air as if in a formal gesture of surrender.

Before he has time to respond to this event, this person collapses fully.

((Nidia has been suited up for over two hours, having ventured forth from a safe house running low on sanity and supplies. She has gone unconscious for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is her dwindling supply of fresh air.))

((Goody-goody yum yum. We now have a new challenger! ))

((Alea iacta est. ))

"f**k! You scared the s**t outta me dude!"

Completely shocked Virgil just stared for a good two mintues before. Taking this person by the legs he dragged them towards the blast door and buzzed himself in with his emergecy code. Once inside he deconned himself and sprayed the unknown persons suit.

Once out of his suit he drug them into the lab and yanked off their suit. It was a latin woman of a younger age (around 25 - 35, Virgil hadnt seen a woman in two years now, cut him some slack). And she was dressed like a police officer.

Checking her pulse he and breathing he wouldve used CPR but he had no idea how to do it or even see to her. He bolted off to get Sydney to check on her.

Sydney looked up as the door burst open and Virgil rushed in.

"There's an unconscious woman in the reception area!" Virgil yelled. ((Sorry Flagg, want to get the exposition over and done with.))

Sydney took it in quickly, then grabbed the multiscanner and pulled a first aid kit out of the wall. He pushed the kit into Virgil's hands and rushed to the reception area, where he took in the half-suited woman in uniform on the ground. Taking the FA kit box off Virgil, he put it down on the ground and opened it. He looked at the woman.

"Okay. Check her pulse when I signal."

Sydney extracted the mask, and quickly cleared the woman's airway. He then placed the EAR mask on her mouth, and started CPR and EAR. Eventually the woman choked and started breathing again. But still unconscious.

"Okay. She should be fine. Let's get her back to the medlab and see if our wanderer knows what's going on...."

Saldana had finished the briefing with Alan, and headed over to the medical room. He was slightly astonished to see a woman in a black suit on the floor.
"What happened?" The colonel crouched down to check on the woman. Beautiful, I haven't seen a woman for ages.

Alan also walked out of the room and when he saw the woman on the floor he was a bit surprised but not astonished. Hmmm, a female. She probably brought a few diseases inside this bunker.

Nidia's eyes had opened briefly before the colonel's arrival. Her gaze quickly lost its dazed quality and she scanned the room with alertness, still lying down. She made as if to speak but, to Alan's displeasure, instead produced a dry cough.

Once recomposed, she looked directly at the colonel and observed, "You all must be very well off, to have been able to afford not to kill me the moment I arrived." She paused. "Assuming that fact will continue to stand... thanks."

Her eyes closed again for a moment and she breathed deeply several times, as if taming nausea. Upon further questioning, she told her tale slowly, tersely and without much detail. She called herself the last survivor of a small shelter built and prepared by her uncle on the grounds of a certain large and garishly painted home not far from here. Anyone familiar with the area would know instantly which house was meant by this, and where it lay. Supplies, Nidia explained, had been geared toward survival until rescue, not for supporting life indefinitely in a wasteland. Alone and knowing that her food and water supply would soon be gone, she had been making trips to the outside for the past fortnight, in hopes of finding anything preferable to death by starvation or radiation.

"My uncle was a resourceful man," she added, "...but not the most patient." At each mention of this particular deceased relative, her tone communicated intense dislike rather than bereavement.

The woman's appearance matched the story well. Her eyes were surrounded by anemic circles so dark, it nearly looked as if she had been socked squarely in the face. Her limbs were muscular but approaching scrawniness. A keen listener, however, would note that she had skirted widely around the matter of her companions' cause of death.

"We aren't geared to staying forever either but we can stay here longer, we have the ability to grow plants and raise rabbits for food. Syndey was the one behind that. Though we need more elements for the air filters and we need more fertilizer and animal feed." Eyeing the woman carefully Virgil was mildly suspicious of her. He didn't like her attitude and something about her just rubbed him raw.

"I and the rest of guys will try and reach a decision about you. Till' then we will lock you in the medlab, sorry about it looking like a wreck but we've had a mutated resident recently. We're decent people so we'll leave you some food and water." Virgil left her under the eye of Syndey and ran off to the messhall, picking up a plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of water. Decidng to take defence measures with the woman he ground a tranquilizer and put it on her eggs. "No sense in being stupid."

Virgil thought this woman would be nothing but trouble, she was a crafty one and dangerous a like a viper. Luckily the guys had him - he was low on the graces but he was a sharp customer. Once back in the medlab he sat the eggs and water on a nearby bed. "The rest of the guys and I are leaving now. We're locking the door behind us."

"Can't say as I'm surprised," she replied to Virgil's back. "I'd lock me in, too."

Hell, I don't think I'd have let an intruder get that far, she added, mentally.

As the door closed, Nidia sat up and took another long look around the room. The words mutated resident came back to her again. Her eyes widened as she surveyed the damage and visually swept the room for hints of cameras, wondering whether she was being watched. Not that it mattered. Aware that her half-veiled story had probably not been endearing, she had no intention of doing anything else to jeopardize the acceptance that was vital to her survival. Beyond that, in spite of her demeanor she was not unmoved by the generosity she had been shown. "Not out of the woods yet," she muttered, "but whatever happens next can't be as bad as my other options."

She sipped the water and ate the eggs without a hint of suspicion. Then, with a peculiar half-smile on her face, she slept.

Saldana eyed the new arrival cautiously. "Just don't go causing too much trouble, this is a fight for survival against whatever's up here, not amongst ourselves." He smiled slightly. "Everyone, be at the board room in one hour. We need to plan a recon and supply gathering mission to the town of Highmore. " Better make sure my shooting is up to scratch. "Anyone up for a shooting match on the firing range?"

"Guys," said Alan, "I really think that the female's presence in our bunker bodes ill for us. She didn't explain how her uncle died and the way in which she spoke of him makes it sound like that she killed him. I think that we should probably keep a close watch on her when and if we let her out of the medlab. Anyway, I'm heading up to the library to do some wargaming. feel free to join in if you want. I'll need to head up to the shooting range in a bit myself. I haven't shot my weapon for a while."

Alan left for his room. Got his two armies and brought them up the library on sublevel 3. He got to the table which he built shortly into his stay. I wasn't a normal table. It was a table with a computer inside of it. The computer was programmed so that it could play a wargame quite expertly.

He began playing. It was an epic battle, with much imagined combat taking place. The dice were rolled as the units shot, hit, and killed each other. The battle went on for a bit and it ended up with Alan losing....again. Well, I did a bit better than last time

"Wait a minute Colonel, this woman's story is faker then Carmen Electra's breasts." As Virgil spoke pulled his smokes from his pocket and lit up. "Luckily she won't cause trouble for now because I pilled her - her eggs had powerful tranquilizers in them. One of those is enough to put a grown man out in about five minutes."

"I say if we keep her we confine her to the barracks levels, away from the comm station, reactor and food growing facility. We all have key cards so all we have to do is make sure she doesn't get one." Virgil paused and let out a ring of smoke. "Right about now that shooting match does sound fun though, I need the practice."

The colonel pointed at the camera. "Just observe what she does. If she does try to cause any trouble, she can be put into a containment cell. Right, that aside, let's go up to the firing range then." Saldana closed the medical room door, and walked up to sublevel 2.

Name: Vincent Rogue - Goes Under The Nickname of Vertigo

Sex: Yes please! Oh s**t I mean Male.

Appearence: Dark aura. Black/Dark Brown straight hair. Wears casual clothes set usually in dark blue or black colours.

Useful Skills: Great wit. Stealth. No Remorse. Excellent with hundreds of armed weapons + Jujitsu + Mung Thay.

Personality: A Loner. Quiet, and withdrawn. A dark aura lies around him.

Posessions: MP5K, .50 Magnum, Minigun, Bowie Knife.

Other Info: Vincent is a vigilante + contract hitman who works alone and gets a sadistic kick out of killing and "cleaning" the evil in the world.

Following behind the Colonel Virgil thought about their keycards - they were the ultimate fusion of Sydney and Virgil's know how. The card used the electrical biorhythms of the holder to determine their identity. - since they were all radio tagged and linked to command center computer one always knew where they were in the bunker and they always had up to the minute data on the holder. By adding her biorhythms to registry they could determine which doors she was allowed to open - no matter which card she was using.

Once at the shooting range he pulled out his Mauser and made sure it was loaded and clean. "This a pistol match?"