These are the coordinates, a scrap metal shack under an old highway. There is a camera near the corner of the shack, it's moving, watching and following you. The first steps in, slow and cautious, fast or loud, they would be silent. There would be no resistance, and the sting would linger only for a moment before your world turns to black and the sound of what appears to be "I'm sorry" fades into the distance.

Throbbing pain. [E:6+ Avoided]

For such an easy trip into unconsciousness the headache leftover resembled that of a hangover, some might be used to this. The darkness you slipped into is barely different from this dimly lit room, an old oil lamp sitting on a shining silver desk. It was clean here, nothing like the shack you entered. A figure is on the other side of the lamp, he is dressed in a clean black outfit, a sharp collar holding the jacket below his jaw where it's slightly open. On his left side he has an etched .45 someone with [P:7+] good eyes might notice.

"Thank you all for coming on such... Short notice. I hope the ride down wasn't too hard on you, our central operatives aren't gentle but they are precise, subtle. Something I hope all of you can adapt." He stands up, walking into the circle. You're in chairs, not tied down, but your weapons have been laid out on a table. The explosive laser rifle has been carefully disassembled, and the super mutant is full of needles from the multitude of injections needed. "Quite the trouble that rifle of yours gave us, we had to have an engineer take it apart to get it off of you. I'm sure you can put it back together much faster than we pulled it apart, but do be careful."

He taps the desk and reaches over it, lifting the helmet of T-60B power armor, a hole punched through the front of it. "What was once a symbol of justice is now a symbol of fear, a fascist dictatorship hell bent on running the world as they please, and making it anew. A bold goal, and not a bad one, but it is one we're not going to accept because we are the casualties in their war. What they may tolerate now they will soon take, and again we as a race will destroy ourselves."

Setting the helmet on the desk, letting it stare at them as he enters the light more. His skin is pale, with hair as dark as his suit. He's clean shaven from what you can see of his lower face, and he has a cruel smile. "Government." He utters the word, giving a moment, as if it needed to sink in. "The ultimate failure of human history. Government gets people caught in their wars that don't wish to be involved. Government steals from the people who work just because they can, to maintain stability we can maintain ourselves. Government which oppresses us in the name of a cause only they can understand. Today, you have been chosen are our main source of frontal assault. Gorilla, derived from an old world animal. Sneaking from the trees, attacking where it hurts. There aren't many of you, but do as I say and you're an army. We will win with tactics, not numbers. Kill them from the inside. People may be added to your team, rogue variables will be killed by our people. On top of freedom I can promise you riches, equipment you won't get elsewhere. The shack you seen, that is the calling point of this team, this is where you make contact."

A low hum starts in the walls, rising up as lights turn on one by one across the ceiling. The facility is built like a vault, clean and metallic, just a hallway with doors, and a large round room at the end. Each door would lead to the same generic room, consisting of a bed and working hygienic facilities. A single chest has been provided for storage and at the side of the hall is a fridge consisting of old world foods such as instamash and bottles of purified water.

"You arrived, that was your yes, you are in and you will not be going out." He states, now in full view of them. He is in what appears to be a modified officers uniform, the Anarchist "A" placed over his heart. Fingerless gloves cover his hands and his combat boots are tightly tied around his fatigues. A beret is on his head, keeping the straight black hair fastened to the side away from blue eyes as cold as his hollow voice. "You will refer to me as seeker, it is my rank and our relationship is purely professional. Seekers are out to kill rogue variables, and to watch your operations to assure you do as instructed. I will be there, but should you be in danger for your own stupidity I will watch you die. I will not be helping you in nearly all situations, you're on your own. Here you will come to me for assignments, and requests. Over time this home will surely expand, as you expand with your skills. Welcome home operatives, welcome to Anarchy."

Kenneth woke up with a throbbing headache... How did he get here again? Ah yes, he was offered a chance to do something about those robot lovers... Not to be tolerated in a pure society they said as they chased him out of rivet city. Well, he was gonna show them... Though the ones that offered him help had a bit of a questionable way of welcoming people. With a needle too. Kenneth briefly rubbed the spot on his neck where they had injected him. Another hole in his suit to patch up... another hole rads could leak in through... He had something to do for the evening.

The man in front of him went on a long winded speech... Kenneth pretended he was listening intently while looking over how to reassemble his trusty laser gun. No parts seemed damaged and they had even neatly disassembled his deadman switch... Quality work, he wasn't dealing with amateurs. His attention perked up at the mention of guerillatactics. He didn't know what the term itself meant, but he did know the occasional more lucid raider would call his tactics such, usually right before they walked into a secondary failsafe trap.

The man also mentioned top notch equipment. Kenneth was usually the judge of what constitued 'good' equipment, but judging by the level of organization around him, there was good reason to believe these people's gear stash would be substantial.

The man finished up his explenation and kenneth scooped up the parts of his laser rifle. "So... just asking in advance, will we be getting a first assignment right out the gate or will we be settling in first?" There was quite a lot to do, he would have to put his special locks on everything in his room, then put warning signs on everything so no hapless idiot would set his security devices off by accident again... Trusting people to leave his stuff alone was not something Kenneth had ever done, and he wouldn't be doing so any time soon.

By the time the other people in the roomhad retrieved their weapons,Kenneth would already have his laser rifle assembled and ready.

Rebecca looked around the room. There was very little of interest in the room besides the table that their weapons had been laid down on. "Wait, So this is off the books. is this like a secret division of the NCR Army or what. Seeker? never heard of that before, what part of the military is this"She said grabbing the Reba II sniper from the table and here pipe pistol.

Kurt had awoke with what could be considered something along the lines of the shudder, though his head was surprisingly clear as it had ever been. It came as a shock to the man when he observed his surroundings, and the fellows that were sat in chairs similar to his own. Despite some slight disorientation that swiftly passed without developing further, Kurt took in every single word that the new...officer? Had said to both him and the others in the chairs with all the strict, unmoving discipline that his former mercenaries had demanded. had to be said that his expression was rather, blank however, despite the concentration.

Kurt lowered his gaze when presented with the idea of fighting the Brotherhood of Steel, it was a strange change of pace considering that he and the Brotherhood had until somewhat recently been on quite respectable working terms with one another, though the latter had always held contempt...that business had truly passed, Kurt had no intention of going back to it either.

He simply assumed that the officer and the others in chairs around him were all friendlies, or at least neutral to the point where a shootout was not the foreseeable future, hell they'd even the decency to leave his gasmask on. To be safe however, Kurt had worked out a survivable path to his weapons and the nearest defensible piece of cover in the room - probably another person.

It was a moment of hidden joy when he discovered his weapons, entrenching tool included, to be in the very same room as himself, he regarded them as more important than himself as it were anyway. Standing from his chair in a mechanical and entirely, faultless, manner, Kurt barely suppressed the urge to salute the officer before walking the short distance to the table that held his weapons. He noted that one of the more, unstable looking men, had...reassembled his weapon. Kurt brushed it off, slinging his rifle over his shoulder and folding the entrenching tool before placing it on his belt.

Turning to the officer, he awaited further instruction as to what to do next.

"Your rooms are identical, where you go at first makes no difference, in time you will make them your own." He continues, turning slightly before the girl spoke up. He stopped, his composure maintained though his eye had a minor twitch in the muscle as he glared at her. (Terrifying Presence. [I:2- to ignore.]) "This is Anarchy, we do not work for any kind of infusctructural system or government. Had the NCR or Legion been the ones in control we'd be here bringing them down instead. Our employers and suppliers are private, and you'll get what you want out of this."

He lowered his gaze for a moment to regain himself, turning towards the door. "The injection needs time to wear off, it won't be long. An hour, that's the time you have to settle in." He reaches to his ear, pulling out a small black piece. "This is a transmission device, you'll find I've put one in, a small radio to keep in touch. It receives, it does not put out. If you press it until you hear a click, it will switch to search for encrypted frequencies such as Brotherhood vertibirds and broadcasting, or in certain areas, coordinates to NCR supply drops, which I will permit you to take should you execute the one to retrieve it. Details for another time."

He turns away, leaving the room to head to the Rotunda. On the left side is a heavy door that leads to his office area. On the right is another that says "Exit" above it. He would return to this office, the door shutting behind him to leave them to their own introductions and devices for the first hour.

Kenneth was still checking his gun when one of his new colleauges asked an apparantly dumb question... The seeker's reaction almost triggered afight or flight response despite the fact the argument was in no way related to him. It was obvious this guy was not to be trifled with. He was just about to make himself scarce when he heard something about implanted radioes. He briefly poked his ears until he found it... how had he not noticed this earlier? whatever they had injected him with must have been some strong stuff if it had this kind of dulling effect on his senses.

It was not important right now, he had a room to claim for himself... he had heard there would be about an hour to get settled in... not enough time to put tripwires in the airvents... just tigthening the screws on those would have to do for now... The door would be similiarly unprotected... He would just have to carry all his important stuff around till he had the chance to secure the room better.

As he got to claiming his quarters in his own peculiar fashion, he took a moment to consider the people he would apparantly be working with. The gas-masked mute seemed a decent enough fellow. Not too talkative, apparantly proffesional... maybe just a bit too professional... Then there was the NCR woman. She seemed a bit clueless, did she really think this was some sort of NCR black ops? Maybe the cluelessness was an act to lull him into a false sense of security... The only person that overtly worried him was the super mutant... What was that thing even doing here... He would be keeping a close eye on that one... maybe stick a remote detonator charge on his back as a contingency? The thing was so tough it would likely not even notice...

Rebecca sighed and walked off to pick a room. The end room at of the corridor would be the best for her. there was a clear line of site down the corridor should the base come under attack, or the others should they decide they had enough of Anarchy.

Kurt was quite, baffled, by the lack of stricter organisation rules when it came to quarters and the likes, though he took it as just normal procedures. When the officer because irate with the NCR woman, Kurt was not terrified by the least...not because he underestimated the man, but because he was already so accustomed to commanding officers being so unwavering in their resolve - especially when it came to punishment of the incompetent or otherwise disloyal in anyway.

Taking in the last of the officer's aggressive warnings and wisdom about the Anarchy group, Kurt looked around the at the other members of the team that, he assumed, would be working alongside him. The tinkerer seemed like a half decent fellow, though he seemed to be lacking in suitable discipline and seemed to be somewhat unhinged he may well prove to be useful. The NCR woman seemed, competent, Kurt hadn't really chance to judge her just yet. Though the sight of the super mutant instantly put him even more in edge, super mutants were quite a large issue further south in the populated areas of what remained of Old World Texas, even after the death of their leadership some years ago. He was most certainly building extra trenches inside his room after that...

Steeling himself, Kurt walked without falter in perfect military fashion to what he had picked out to be his quarters. The insides were, drab, and sparsely furnished, but it was more than enough to live with.

Now to figure how much barbed wire was needed to fortify the place.

Grognak woke up as if he had been in a nice, deep sleep. He wasn't extremely concerned with what was going on around him, he listened on and off to the dark clad man in the room but Grognak's attention stayed on himself as he tried to wake himself up better by slapping his face a little. After the dark clad man was finished talking Grognak got up from his rated position and picked up his combat rifle and enormous axe. With little regard for anyone else in the room Grognak slung his weapon over his arm and walked to one of the vacant rooms and simply sat down and began sharping his axe by grinding it against the wall. Grognak had dealt with lots of humans and not a lot liked him but he was at least glad that if these humans didn't like him , they kept it to themselves.

"Yes, Grognak." Seeker's voice came over the intercom in his room, a discreet camera had been hidden in each one as well in a small part of the wall panel. [P:9+ Discovery.] "I apologize for the needles, they got embedded in that hide of yours. Surely a man of your strength can remove them but we couldn't, you contributed greatly to our research when we fou d the correct dosage to bring you down. I understand its' important to your kind to show faith and give symbols of friendship to work together, a unique reward has been placed in your desk, later we can try to accomodate for your size. I do hope you like it, it's a large part of you, and there are more for well done assignments." In the desk was a copy of issue number one of Grognak the Barbarian it had clearly been reprinted but to one [I: 3-] it might just seem perfect. It was important the mutant didn't go on a rampage.

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It was time to regroup, the hour had passed. Any setups, showers, or general relaxation would now be over whether they were ready or not. Seeker came out of his office, eyes forward with intent as he went back to the seating area they'd awoken in for briefing. He held a holotape in his hand, loading it into a refurbished pre-war projection system that would be aimed at the open wall. Shining onto it was a map of the capital wasteland as they new it, careful projections of lethal radiation area's outlined as well as roads highlighted in red. One of these roads he pointed to with his baton.

"These are Brotherhood supply lines, the fastest and most simple way to get on their nerves. We're well funded, certainly, but I'm not the top of the ladder by any means so if you wish to be rewarded you must not only perform but earn your keep. Here, in three hours, a convoy will pass through. There may be civilian traders on this convoy, knights on the road could choose to protect it, there are incalculable variables." The baton cracked against the wall as he directed to another spot.

Here is where you will have the highest chance of attacking them, north, uphill combat, out in the open with little cover, I believe it would be most proficient to your teams operating system, however the choice is yours. To the south is a small suburban neighborhood for concealment, at the top of the hill is an overhead highway, collapsed, but too far up to shoot down unless they were too far out for recovery. He put the baton back at his leg, sliding it away in it's sheathe at his hip. He now had a 10mm with him.

"Keep in mind if there are civilians who see your faces, your composition, they can report you to the enemy, make future work harder. This is a risk you choose to take, Anarchy does not care if you kill them, you will all reach a common conclusion or get over one persons choice. Fighting will not come here with you. The exit is to the right of the rotunda, when it's done you will return for debriefing and rewards will be sorted out later."

Rebecca looked closely at the Map and listened to what the 'Seeker' had to say."If I may seeker. My time in the Mojave Desert has taught me a lot of things. one of those things is that uphill combat isnt as good an idea as youd think. I personally think it would be better to attack here." She said pointing to a bend in the road. "At this point here, one of us mainly someone who looks to be a bit more feeble than the Super mutant will halt the convoy from the front asking the brotherhood to help them. Then two will attack the back of the convoy as the first begins their attack. the final piece of the puzzle being a sniper placed right here, in the appartment block. If i can give any advice to you guys, try to get rid of the Knights quick. Power Armour currently runs using Fusion Cores. You shoot a fusion core it overloads and ejects. if it ejects the user has to leave the power armour making them vulnerable. the core will explode though so i wouldnt want to be near it. This could allow us to retrieve some of their power armour to maybe manufacture our own or even better find out its weaknesses and hit those weaknesses in future missions. Then again I am just the NCR Lady so what do i know eh?"

Kenneth was present as soon as he was called over, he silently listened to the mission the overseer was offering him. It sounded easy enough. Raid the convoy, shoot everything in sight... He was pleased to hear 'civilian' casualties were allowed. He always found it annoying when he had to be 'careful' with his plans. These people knew a man like him needed freedom to do what he does best.

Immediately, the clueless woman from before began jabbering out some sort of plan."An urban enviroment? no... too many possible enemy locations to trap, I say we go for the elevated position... There's little cover there, so what cover we have can be occupied by us or else trapped with explosives. Explosives is what I do best... And before you start whining about possible civilian casualties, I can put these things on a targeted remote... they'll ony blow if I signal them to blow."

He offered his thoughts... He hoped the rest would see his plan was obviously better.

Grognak had spent most of his free time reading his clearly not replicated Grognak the Barbarian comic book. When everyone was called to plan out an attack plan, Grognak decided to continue reading his comic book while the other bickered about their plans. Grognak the Barbarian rarely had plans and Grognak would not do anything that the real Grognak wouldn't do, especially civilian casualties. After the two plans of his co-workers Grognak decided to chime in with his idea "plans are good, not great, but good. We should mix plans." Grognak said as he got up from sitting on the floor where he had been reading his comic. "We have Boom man set up bombs near edge of road then we have puny man flag down convoy. We lure some of the knights to places with bombs and detonate then have others flank remaining knights while Boom man once more sets off explosives near edge of road to make more chaos and take out knights with no much of innocent deaths. See two good plans make even gooder plan." he finished as he sat down once again to keep on reading his comic book.

Kenneth instinctively reached for his rifle when the super mutant stood up. To his surprise, the giant did not start chopping anyone's limbs off. Instead, it... offered its own plan? And it seemed like an acceptable plan too. alrihgt big guy, your plan sounds good too... but just so you know, I won't be the one flagging the caravan down... I'll already be doing my part setting up the explosives... unless anyone else here knows how to handle variable igniter frequency charges." He briefly waited for a response, not expecting any. "no?... good, let's get out there and get set up."

The survivalist stood up and meaningfully walked towards the door. He was expecting the rest of the group to follow suit. In his head, he was already thinking about contingency plans in the event shit would hit the fan.

@Natsucooldude@rocketrobie2@Kurai Assassin@SomeChap

It was a bland trip at the moment to the first assignment, the wasteland was vast and empty, rubble was strewn about. The shack really was tiny from the outside, not showing at all the facility underneath. The area of operations was as stated, mostly empty, at the top of the hill there was a small checkpoint, it looked as if people put caps in it to continue down the road.

In the distance [P8+ Or optical zoom capability.] the small convoy could be seen. A civilian trader with a pack Brahmin and three guards in leather armor, double barrels at their hips. Behind them was three knights in T-60 armor, basic infantry armed with laser rifles. Behind them was a small metal cart being driven by a scribe, it had a contraption that appeared to be a revitalized old world motor on it, the Brotherhood had been able to restore them with a reactor and small carts like this had become common. The contents were currently hidden away.

Kenneth was the first to move. "Convoy's almost here, get in position!" He loudly announced. He looked over the targets before him. He picked a spot in the road, seemingly at random to an untrained eye. However, to experienced minds like his own, it was a carefully calculated location. He carefully but swiftly set up the first of his charges. Carefully hidden under some dirt. He would blow the first charge between the wastelanders and the brotherhood. If he guessed right, the wastelanders would either disperse forward or try to cover the brahmin.

The knights meanwhile would likely cover their own car. The best location to do so was a small pile of stone rubble not too far off the road. His remaining two vharges went there, not nearly as well concealed. No need and no time, the targets would only have a few seconds to realize it was there anyway.

Satisfied with his work, he drew a line on the dirt on the road. "I'll blow the charges when they're over this line, keep em talking and distracted till then"

He had done his part, now the naive lady would show whether her part of the plan would work. Kenneth took position pn the hill, producing a device best described as a TV-remote with a bomb igniter strapped on. It was his own creation. Every bomb was bound to a specific buttpn on the remote. And he could blow any of them whenever he wanted.

Rebecca strode past Kenneth and began to run towards the Convoy. "OH MY GOD, you've got to help me quick. The enclave. theyre attacking my settlement, my family and friends are dying. hurry quick or theyre gonna BLOW IT UP" she shouted the cue for Kenneth then dove for cover.

Grognak ran and hid behind a large rock. His plan was once the bullets started firing he would dash out and start serving some wasteland justice on the Brotherhood knights. He hoped there would be no civilian casualties but a few innocent gone would be a small price to pay for the safety of the commonwealth.

The knights seemed baffled for a moment when Rebecca ran out, all weapons raised in her direction as she came close to the convoy. This was a raider tactic, and almost all traders and soldiers new about it. More than once in anyone's life had a troubled woman lured them into a trap but she at least had their attention. "If there was Enclave activity anywhere we'd know it you little tramp." One said, stepping forward with his weapon raised. "You're to move away from this cart immediately under direct order of the brotherhood of-" He stepped over the line in the road and there was an explosion, dirt flew into the air and his armor plates were shredded. Some of the shrapnel flew out, maiming two of the caravan guards.

One of them fell over, his cheek getting cut clean open by part of the plating, leaving an exposed jaw and a man writhing in agony on the ground, he'd left his weapon and was trying to hold the bleeding opening on his face.

The other took a sharp shard to the calf, it had driven in about four inches but he remained standing, raising his weapon to fire at Rebecca who [A6+ Pass] Had time to leave in the cover of the explosion, wasting the shots from his double barrel into open air, though he could barely limp.

The remaining knights went as planned behind the rock, where yet another explosive was waiting, and after a moment one had been thrown over it, right leg missing as he thudded to the ground and held still. The first knight remained alive, stunned, with blood dripping from the hole in his helmet, plating torn as it had melded into his flesh. Anyone could see he wasn't going to make it, but he was still shaking on the ground as he choked on blood filled lungs.

The trader dropped to his knees, coward as he was to raise his hands in the air. "Take what you'd like, it isn't mine anyway, please!" He whimpered, lowering his head as he dropped the weapon to the ground. This for the most part had gone cleanly, the cart was intact, and the pack Brahmin of the civilian trader could have good items as well if they chose to rob him.