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Major Lions sighed as he looked outside the window of the makeshift barracks he and his team had constructed. It had been days since Sigma Cobalt had found themselves stuck in some random building, and with whatever chaos was going on in the city they found themselves in. No opportunity to escape had presented itself and the streets were constantly filled with demons. So unless they wanted to fight their way out, they would have to continue waiting. Luckily they had enough supplies that they could continue waiting for an opportunity to arrive, plus spirits were semi-high, with the semi part due to Agent Nova.
Nova hadn’t left the angel side for days, treating it to his best ability until it regained consciousness and was able to do…something. He guessed it would fly back to Heaven but there’s the chance the angel was on a mission, so it was up in the air of what will happen when it wakes up. Outside of his guess, Moses and Axel were betting that the angel and Nova had met before, and that Nova was repaying some sort of debt to the angel. Axel disagreed, stating that it was highly improbable and that Nova just had a heart of gold.
“Lions! We’ve got something!” Lions heard Moses shout and he quickly got up from his chair and made his way into the cobbled together common room. He arrived and saw everyone, minus Agent Nova, standing around a military radio, and over it came one of Sigma Black’s members. “Sigma Cobalt, this is Sigma Black, we found you and Orange’s signal. Over.” Sigma Black said, Lions couldn’t tell which one it was since they all sounded similar to him, plus the static wasn’t helping. “Copy Sigma Black, me and my team are currently trapped and have cargo with us, over,” Lions said into the radio. A silent pause followed before Sigma Black spoke: “We’ll get you out, over.”
“Negative Sigma Black, we’re surrounded by Demons, over,” Lions told Sigma Black. Though Sigma Black quickly replied: “We’re currently knee deep in demons, we will butcher our way to you if needed, Sigma Cobalt, over.” Sigma Black told and Lions sighed before speaking, “Copy that Sigma Black, we’ll get ready. See you soon, Major Lions out.” He turned off the radio and turned to everyone else, “Pack and suit up, be prepared to fight when Sigma Black gets to us.” Lions ordered and everyone quickly began grabbing their gear, though as Lions grabbed his weapons, Moses walked over to him and spoke: “What about the angel?”
“What about it?” Lions asked as he slid a fresh magazine into his smg. “It’ll probably paint a giant target on our back if they see we’re carrying it through the streets, considering that it was crucified by the people here.” Moses explained and Lions thought about it before looking over to a tarp that laid over some old machinery. “Grab that tarp and have Nova wrap the angel up.” Lions ordered and Moses went to grab the tarp whilst Lions placed his helmet on, his vision immediately being flooded with information. Once his eyes readjusted, he went over to the map on his display and saw Sigma Black’s signature moving close towards them, though he could also see Sigma Orange was nearby.
He wondered why Sigma Orange hadn’t radioed to them after they initially hid in the building.
An hour passed and all of Sigma Cobalt was near the entrance to the building, weapons at the ready, with Nova carrying in one hand the angel and the other he had mag locked his plasma caster to his arm. “I hear plasma fire.” Anthony noted as Lions began hearing weapon firing as well. Checking his map again, Sigma Black was on approach. “Sigma Black is on approach, everybody get ready just in case we have to shoot our way out..” Lions said as Sigma Cobalt waited with baited breath. However, once they saw the sight of black power armor, Sigma Cobalt rushed out of the building, weapons high just in case they’re fired upon. “Cobalt!” One of the members of Sigma Black shouted as they waved. Axel returned the wave as Cobalt moved up, with Lions speaking as he led them, “So what's the plan?” He asked as the two Sigma Teams met up with one and another.
“Bring you over to Sigma Orange’s location, now where’s the cargo?” One asked, clad in APA MKIII. Lions gestured over to Nova, holes poked into the tarp just in case the angel needed to breathe. “That’s the cargo?” One of the members of Sigma Black asked and Lions nodded before Sigma Black all began to discuss with one another, with Lions hearing the quiet clicks of private channels being opened as they moved their heads. Once they were done talking, the one in APA MKIII spoke, “Keep it secured.” they ordered as soon as both teams began to make their way through the city.
As they did so, Anthony spoke up whilst looking at one of the members of Sigma Black: “I take it that you were able to establish a safehouse in the city as well?” He asked and one of the members of Sigma Black spoke, “Not in this one, but we came over here to investigate the city, and to relish in continuing The Old War.” They answered as Axel looked over to Lions. “Old War?” She asked and Lions began to explain the term. It was a modified version of the phrase ‘The Long War,’ which was used by many Enclave veterans to describe The Enclave’s war against The NCR, Brotherhood of Steel and anything they saw as ‘Mutants.’
The phrase was common before The Liberation of California, but with the destruction of The NCR, and semi-reintegration of The Brotherhood, and the rights of all wastelanders, non-humans, and others cemented in The Enclave now U.S., the phrase began to die out…for The U.S. at least. The phrase was seemingly used by all those who followed both President Eden and The Secretary of The Interior, who still carried on the beliefs of The Enclave. However, with the U.S. winning The Second American Civil War, ‘The Long War,’ had finally ended and the phrase disappeared from many people’s minds.
Except for Enclave Prisoners, with the phrase changing to ‘The Old War.’ The phrase was also why so many prisoners decided to join Sigma Black, since they saw it as a way to continue The Old War. At least that was what one of SIgma Black once told him. Lions doubted that many Enclave Prisoners truly saw Sigma Black as a way to continue The Old War, and instead took the opportunity to fight once more, which made more sense to him than Enclave prisoners wanting to carry on fighting a war that ended long ago. Once he finished explaining to Axel, Moses spoke as the two teams went into an alleyway. “Weird, we didn't encounter a sinner while moving…”
“Most are participating in some sort of event, those that aren’t are either in their homes or we’ve already killed them. I swear, some of you inhumans had worse cities than this on earth than this place. Drug addicts, sex workers, murders, criminals, and everything else that shows how monstrous you inhumans are, not even being punished for your actions and being rewarded instead with immortal life and all the opportunities in the world to indulge in your sin. Makes me sick.” A member of Sigma Black told Moses and after Moses nodded, Lions heard the clicks of radios as Sigma Black communicated amongst themselves. Though Lions quickly began thinking. Sinners were those damned to Hell for their crimes, and were being rewarded with immortal life, not being punished, and could indulge in their sins.
Sigma Black was immortal in a sense, whilst the humans under the armor were long living, he doubted Chicago and Raven Rock had achieved immortality…but their armor was. It had endured countless battles and missions, having been damaged and broken hundreds of times but always being repaired. Sigma Black’s Armor was one of the things that made Sigma Black, with there even being rumors that the very suits were alive themselves, with so many having died in them that they gave life to the cold suits of armor. Lions used to doubt that…but with the knowledge that The Afterlife truly exists, and how the dead work, well…he began to believe it somewhat.
There was also the fact that being ‘punished,’ allowed Sigma Black to indulge in their lust for battle and to continue fighting, even if they weren’t upholding the ideals of The Enclave. In a way, Sigma Black were in the same situation as Sinners, just that they haven’t died yet. Funny, Sigma Black was judging Sinners when they were in a similar position to possibly most Sinners. Then again, The Enclave did have a running streak of being hypocrites, whether that be Richardson using Frank Horrigan or Chicago creating mutant abominations to fight The U.S. in The Second American Civil War.
That and well, most organic Enclave forces weren’t baseline humans, most being enhanced by cybernetics, F.E.V. or were just clones.
As they continued to move, Sigma Black stopped and Lions spoke, “What's the issue?” He asked and one of Sigma Black responded as he checked his plasma rifle, “Lynching, Sinners seem to be beating down a group of imps. Stand by.” Lions nodded as his eyes then widened as Sigma Black rushed out into the alleyway-Sigma Black and Agent Nova.
“Where’s he going?” Axel asked and Anthony responded as he caught the angel, “I believe he is going to aid Sigma Black in their killing. They did say they ‘butchered’ their way to us.” Anthony stated as Lions peaked out the alleyway, watching as Sigma Black rushed into battle, the sound of their power armor alerting the Sinners, causing them to turn to face them instead of beating down the imps. “Remember Chicago!” One of Sigma Black yelled as they and Agent Nova slammed into the group of Sinners. “Orders?” Lions turned to the voice and saw Moses readying himself for a fight.
Lions glanced back at the fighting, watching as both Sigma Black and Nova rip, tore, and blasted the Sinner horde, many beginning to retreat only to be cut down by plasma fire. He chuckled quietly, it always interested him how different Sigma Black fought compared to the other teams of U.S. Sigma. Instead of the refined and quiet style of warfare most followed, Sigma Black fought like bezerkers, fighting like monsters instead of soldiers. He guessed that embracing death and knowing you have truly nothing left to live for does that to people.
“Move in and help clean up the survivors,” Lions ordered as Sigma Cobalt quickly moved into the street, weapons hot as they cut down the remaining sinners, with the last one falling by getting mowed down by Lions’s 12.7mm. Once the last sinner hit the ground, Sigma Black quickly went back to leading them to Sigma Orange, but Agent Nova…he didn’t follow. Lions watched as he knelt down and began tending to the imps, offering his remaining medical supplies, having used most on the angel, to them.
“He’s a softie,” Axel muttered as the imps soon ran off, their wounds having been tended to by Nova. Once Nova rejoined the group as Sigma Black led them into what appeared to be a more wrecked part of the city, Lions began to question once more what exactly Nova was. Was he simply a bleeding heart that wished to help those in need or was there something greater about the man underneath the armor? He wasn’t sure, but his respect for Agent Nova had slightly grown. “Where are we going?” Axel asked as one of Sigma Black spoke, “Sigma Orange signal was here and we’re going to drop you off there.”
Axel nodded before noticing that the Sigma Black member had said was.
Opening his map, he quickly found that Sigma Orange’s signatures had seemingly disappeared. So either Orange had deactivated their signatures and were hiding from something, or something was blocking their signatures. “Weapons ready, we may meet hostiles.” One of Sigma Black said as the group entered an abandoned camp, hastily threw together fortifications and spent casing and cells covered the ground. “Where’s Orange?” Axel asked as Lions saw what seemed to be a human torso clad in Elite Riot Gear laying in a pile of gore. “We have found one of Orange….” Anthony muttered as Lions began to look around the place, clearly a fight had occurred, one that Sigma Orange lost.
“Grab the dogtags,” Lions ordered as Moses went over to the torso and pulled out a pair of gore covered dog tags, and that's when he spoke, “Major Maxwell, yeah, this is Orange.” Moses said as Lions walked over to the gore pile, staring down at the former major as a multitude of thoughts filled his head. With the main one being what attacked Orange. “Found more ... .well not bodies, whatever attacked Orange was brutal, only thing left intact are dog tags,” Anthony said as Lions looked over to see him pulling dog tags from another pile of gore. “Fan out and see if we can find anything that can tell us about what happened here,” Lions said, “And Sigma Black, I need to talk with you.”
The four members of Sigma Black turned to him before quickly making their way over, with Sigma Cobalt looking through the camp in search of any information on what had attacked Orange, with Anthony having placed the angel near some sandbags. “Is there something I should know? Something you’re hiding?” Lions asked as Sigma Black turned to one in private before turning to him and shaking their heads. “We are just as confused as you are, Major. Before we came for you, we had contacted Orange, their deaths are very recent.” One of Sigma Black members told him as a gunshot was heard. Everyone turned and saw Moses holding what appeared to be a trapdoor open while shouting, “We’re friendly! Hold fire!” Quickly Lions and all the others ran over to see that the trapdoor led to a small underground bunker, which held one of the members of Sigma Orange. As everyone looked down, the soldier lowered a revolver and spoke, “Thank God! You came to save me!” He said as Lions knelt down and spoke, “What happened here? Are there any other survivors?” He questioned and the survivor quickly shook his head as he frantically waved the gun around. “I don’t know, i-it had come out of nowhere! It ripped up the Major with its teeth like he was God Damned Chew Toy! Me an-and the other tried to fight but the thing just kept killing!”
“Why did you turn off your beacon?” Anthony asked and The Survivor spoke, “I was trying to hide from what attacked us! I didn’t want it potentially finding me so I turned it off!”
“What attacked you?” One of Sigma Black asked as The Survivor shook his head, “I don’t know! It was like this…this wolf like creature, but not! A-aand the beast was huge! Easily towering over a tank and teeth sharp enough to tear Liberty Prime apart!” He shouted as one of Sigma Black readied their plasma rifle. “Are sure that is what you saw?” Anthony asked and The Survivor screamed, “Yes! Yes that is what I saw! It ripped and tore the others apart! I-it shrugged off any attack and its growls sounded like the creature was laughing! You’ve got to believe me!” The Survivor shouted as he went to climb out, “This place…we thought it was empty, that no demon would tread…but it proved us wro-”
Everyone suddenly froze as they all heard a howl loud enough that their helmets had to adjust its audio sensors to make sure their ears weren’t hurt.
In a flash, The Survivor had grabbed the trap door and closed it. “Bastard,” Moses muttered as everyone quickly prepared to face down the beast. As Lions checked his ammo, coordinates flashed on his HUD, with the coordinates having been sent by one of Sigma Black’s members. “Go Cobalt! We’ll buy you time.” Another Sigma Black member told him , Lions nodded before speaking, “Cobalt, with me! We’re leaving.” He told and all of Sigma Cobalt listened as everyone quickly began to run, with Nova having gone back to grab the angel. In any other situation, Lions would have preferred staying beside his brothers and sisters in arms than leaving them to die. But this was Sigma Black, monsters given a chance to fight once more.
He wouldn’t lose any sleep over their deaths.
As Sigma Cobalt ran through the destroyed parts of the city and eventually into the surrounding wasteland, Lions began thinking about Orange, if they hadn’t ran after Nova, would Orange still be alive? Would the combined might of Orange and Cobalt have killed whatever beast slew Orange? Or would they have just joined Orange in death? And what about the family of those in Orange? What would they be told about their deaths? Or would they never learn of their fate?
Whatever it would be…it wouldn’t sit right with Lions, but he would understand why, why it would be imperative to keep the truth about Hell a secret.
He glanced back at the city, and mumbled to himself as Cobalt moved forward.
“Die well, Sigma Black.”
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Callahan looked over the stack documents that he had received from the new garrison of the bunker that Sigma Black had explored. Most were messed of blotched ink and incomprehensible words but some were eligible, with the common theme amongst them being how The Enclave tried to bring Hellborn and Sinners under their control so that they could use them in The Second American Civil War. Apparently the entire thing was a failure, with The Enclave having abandoned their facilities in Hell and letting whatever abominations they had created wander Hell. Of course the most interesting thing about the bunker and the whole project was that The Enclave were able to gain access to Hell in the first place.
In all The Enclave facilities that The U.S. had taken control of, not a single one showed signs of having a portal to Hell. So either they had somehow destroyed the portals and erased everything about their existence, or there was some hidden Enclave facility that held a portal to Hell. If it was the latter and not the former, then said facility probably wasn't in The U.S. or Mexico due to how well explored those areas were. With the place either lying in the frozen tundras of Canada, or in another part of the world. Either way, The Enclave had a presence Hell, and considering the nature of The Enclave, probably still had one, even if it was a small one.
It just fits The Enclave's nature, kill one Enclave and five more pop up to take its place.
As Callahan thought about The Enclave, an idea began to form in his head. Gannon wanted to keep intervention to a minimum for now along with not risking the lives of too many Americans. Thus, Callahan gained the rather simple idea. Sigma, whilst powerful and having a team trying to cause instability, would need more support, so, why risk more American lives when you could spend Enclave lives? Sigma Black showed that it was a worthwhile idea, and The U.S. had been able to capture many Enclave soldiers thanks to their cybernetics and genetics making them hard to kill, which in a way, allowed U.S. Military Forces capture hundreds of them, most bearing terrible wounds that would normally spell the end of a normal man.
All of them were tried for their crimes, and whilst many were given the death penalty, many more were sentenced to life in prison without parole. With Sigma Black being the only way for those chosen to be able to fight once more, leaving the others to continue to rot in Jail. But that was a waste of hundreds of genetically and cybernetically enhanced soldiers with years of experience, and what better way to deal with them than using them to liberate Hell? It wouldn't waste American lives, it would help further The U.S. 's goals in Hell, and it would allow them to deal with all Enclave Prisoners taking up space in U.S. prisons.
Of course the one issue with this was that he had to convince Gannon to support it.
Callahan stood up and pressed the intercom on his desk, "Hanger A-3, prepare a vertibird for me," Callahan ordered and after getting a response, Callahan walked out of his temporary office and into the sterile halls of Area 51. As he walked through the halls, he passed by many scientists transporting old Enclave equipment to storage, having studied everything that they had to offer. Even with the advancements and technological gains The U.S. had achieved over the years, the technology of The Enclave still outpaced them in many places, He guessed that lacking any ethical concerns helped speed up technological developments.
He soon passed through the holding area for many of the relics and artifacts that The Chemical Corps had found over the years and turned to look at one of the 'odder'(Most of the things there were odd), relics. Placed in a very small box was 'The Ruby,' a red crystal that had reality altering effects, with the box it was in having to be replaced every week or so since the ruby's energies would begin affecting it and if it completed altered the box, it would start altering the room it was in and if that happened then it trigger a complete domino effect. There was a research project about potentially eliminating the crystal's effects, but due to the whole Hell situation, the project was put on hold.
Honestly he just wanted to destroy the thing, out of all the objects at Area 51, it felt the most wrong, like it shouldn't be here. Not at Area 51 but just...ever, like it shouldn't exist in their world but does.
'Release Me.'
Oh and it whispers, add that to the list of reasons why he wants to destroy it.
Continuing on, he soon exited the underground complex of Area 51 and arrived outside Hanger A-3, where an VB-02 vertibird transport was waiting for him, with Sigma Pink and Brown standing at the ready. Callahan waved them off and the two teams dispersed, he didn't need a security detail for this. He boarded the vertibird and spoke as he took his seat, "Washington D.C., I must discuss something with President Gannon." He told the pilot and with a quick salute, the vertibird took off and began its long journey to The East Coast. To pass the time, Callahan pulled out of his coat a folder containing some theories about the greatest mystery to plague The U.S. after reunification.
What happened to General Song?
The Hero of The Enclave, the man that had helped reclaim America bit by it, was gone. He had disappeared soon after publishing his book, 'From Nevada to Massachusetts: The Reclamation of America.’ With his last mission having him leading the security detail that accompanied The Chemical Corps when they had found The Ruby. He had disappeared without a trace and no one knew where he could have possibly gone. Thus, considering his significance, Callahan had begun a continent wide manhunt for Song, with his agents trying to use anything that used to be Song’s as possibly a hint to where he would have gone.
Though the only thing Song had left behind was his book, and himself along with many others had torn through that book again and again, trying to find something that could point to where The General had gone. Though sadly, they had found nothing, with the current running theory that he had maybe left for Europe in search of something. But even that has barely any evidence and the book itself doesn’t shed light on why Song would abandon The United States. The man was a patriot, someone who was proud to be an American and fought for the freedom of all those on The North American Continent. So it just didn’t fit his character to just up and leave unless he had purpose. Maybe seeing the crystal had done something to him? Maybe it had given him a vision of something to come and thus made him leave to go complete some great objective.
Callahan believed in the second one, since after Song disappeared, reports of multiple veterans from the division he led, 1st ‘Sons of Song,’ Airborne Division, disappearing caused some to speculate that they had gone to follow their leader one last time. The entire division had been very loyal to Song, Hell, most veterans from The Oil Rig and Navarro were more loyal to Song than the president and the nation. Plus due to Enclave experiments, most were still in fighting condition, so it only made sense that they went along with Song. And concerning Song, Callahan wished he hadn’t disappeared, since he would have most likely been a good candidate for leading Enclave Prisoners to battle.
That's if Gannon approved of the idea, sure he agreed with Sigma Black but that was because it was only 4 people and sent on special operations, his idea would essentially see The U.S. reviving multiple enclave divisions to then send to fight for freedom in Hell. Was it risky? Very much so, most would probably still hold their Enclave beliefs and thus may risk Hell turning against The U.S. early. But the benefit of having multiple divisions of highly trained and enhanced soldiers able to take on any foe in Hell was just too great to wave off. The benefits outweighed the risk and the benefits were damn good.
Callahan closed the folder and leaned back in his seat so he could get some shut eye. He still had ways to go and while the vertibird didn’t need to stop at refueling stations thanks to the increased fuel capacity that was needed for Operation Long Jump, it was still a multi-hour flight….
“We’re here.”
Callahan’s eyes shot open and he got up, seeing the vertibird door open and the cold air of The East Coast flooding into the cabin. He waved off to the pilot as he stepped out onto one of the many vertipads at Adams Airforce Base, and catching him off guard was none other than Gannon. Gannon spoke as the vertibird’s blades slowed to a stop, multiple secret service agents standing behind him: “So Callahan, may I ask why you’re here? Don’t exactly like having unplanned meetings with you, cause it usually means something bad has happened.” Gannon told Callahan whilst crossing his arms, with Gannon wearing a thick green coat. “Nothing bad, but I do have something to suggest, mind we take this somewhere warmer?”
Gannon nodded and quickly led Callahan through Adams whilst Callahan spoke, “How have you been, Gannon?” Callahan asked, he needed to wait until they were in a more secure area before discussing his idea. “Good, though Harrison has been making a storm, wanting to expand the military due to the want of helping rebuild South America,” Gannon explained. Callahan nodded and could semi-understand why Harrison wanted to explore South America, though he somewhat doubted that Harrison wanted to rebuild the continent. It just didn’t fit Harrison to lend a helping hand. “I’m guessing you turned him down,” Callahan said as they descended into the underground tram station, “Harrison needs to know that America can’t go on a continent-sized campaign while we’re still rebuilding.”
There was irony there, considering not too long ago they had discussed the potential of intervening in Hell and he was about to suggest sending what remains of The Enclave on Earth down to Hell…A befitting fate, considering most of them would be damned there either way.
Callahan and Gannon continued to make small talk as they headed to the capital, making sure to avoid saying anything that relates to Hell. Outside of Harrison, it had been an uninteresting week at the capital, and from how Gannon spoke, Callahan assumed Gannon was glad it was a boring week. Now whilst Gannon was less bombastic and hotheaded than his predecessor, that being President Granite, he still was a man that sometimes wanted excitement in his life. He was one of The Courier’s companions before joining up with Granite and being taken under his wing, it only made sense he kept some lust for excitement from The Courier days.
Which reminded him, He needed to check up on The Courier and his posse, just to make sure he hadn’t done something dumb, considering The Boneyard Incident.
Eventually, after a train ride and a cruise through the streets of D.C., the two had gotten to The Oval Office and could finally speak about what was truly on their minds. As Gannon sat down, Callahan pulled out multiple holotapes that contained the names and numbers of all Enclave Prisoners. “I assume you’re here due to something in Hell?” Gannon asked as Callahan placed the holotapes on the desk, “Not exactly, though it does relate to Hell. You know Sigma Black?” He asked and Gannon nodded before replying, “I am aware of The Black Sheep in U.S. Sigma, but I-No.”
“I haven’t even told you what I’m suggesting."
“I haven’t, but I already know what you’re gonna suggest, and I say no.” Gannon told Callahan. Callahan sighed, “Mister President, hear me out,” Callahan pleaded and Gannon continued to glare at him before sighing, “Make it good,” Gannon told. Callahan nodded and began pacing around the room whilst speaking, “We have, currently, 1,491 Enclave prisoners, if reorganized, that would make up multiple battalions of battle hardened soldiers.” Callahan stated and Gannon nodded before interjecting, “You say soldiers, when they’re more like killers.” Gannon said, his voice laced with venom. Most Enclave prisoners just said that they were following orders, but a good bit had just said that they served cause it felt good to kill.
“Maybe. But with multiple battalions, we can supplement Sigma with Enclave Battalions so that we can take and hold territory much more efficiently in Hell, along with being able to train Hellborn fighters much more effectively.” Callahan continued and Gannon once more interjected, “I see what you’re saying, but would this not lead to the effect that Hellborn may begin to see The Enclave as heroes? If we did this then we could potentially see multiple species begin to worship The Enclave, ignoring their past crimes and making them into something they are not?” Gannon rebuked. The idea did pass his mind, but he doubted The Hellborn would see The Enclave in such a light, saviors? Maybe, but not washing away their crimes.
“I concede to that point, but I doubt the men we’ll be sending down there will cause such a thing. But also consider this, these prisoners…they have nothing left, their families? Dead. Their Country? Gone. Their Hopes? Their Dreams? Erased. Would you rather sacrifice people who have futures ahead of them and something to fight for? Or would you rather sacrifice people who have nothing left outside of the ability to fight?” Callahan asked and Gannon leaned back in his chair, tapping a pen on his desk as he thought. A pregnant pause overtook the office before Gannon spoke, “Fine. But let me ask this, who exactly will be leading them? We can’t risk our officers since that could lead to information getting out, and the only officer that could have led them is God Knows where!” Gannon asked, the last part most likely referring to Song.
“Well, there is one person that could lead them, one that we had captured during The Siege of Chicago due to him having been buried under a mountain of rubble. One George Fox, holotape 7 has all his information stored on it.” Gannon nodded before speaking, “I’ll read it later, but for now, give me a summary.” Callahan nodded in agreement and began speaking: “George Fox, or as he was known in The Enclave, Reclusiarch Fox, was the head of Chicago’s Chaplain Corps. He had been with the purist remnants that fled to Caesar and eventually followed them to Chicago. The Chaplain Corps had quite the power in Chicago, and George Fox, if we reestablish his rank along with all the other prisoners, would be the highest ranking one. Not to mention he is the only one that the prisoners look to as a leader.” Callahan explained.
“You’re going to have a Chaplain…lead an army…into Hell.”
“Yes.”
“I see nothing going wrong.” Gannon said sarcastically, “Yes yes the situation is humorous but he’s our best bet.” Callahan stated and Gannon rolled his eyes. “Very well.” Gannon quickly began grafting up some papers whilst Callahan smiled.
Maybe The Enclave could do some good for once…