Mem. File: 9154: directories: Classified: Encrypted: 'Operation: Tech Sweep'

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Lucas Simms peered curiously at the power-armoured newcomer, "Hey, Newcomer, What are you doin' here, Friend?" He asked in his chipper tone, as usual.

The newcomer just looked at Simms, before colapsing on the ground with a resounding 'Krrsh!'

Simms shouldered his Assault rifle and chuckled, and dragged the mess of A-37x power armour to the Clinic.

||Two days later||

"Hey, Kid..Wake up"

The stranger got off the gurney and grabbed Lucas Simms by the throat, before yelling

"Where's my armour and weapons?!"

"Woah-woah-woah! Kid, Calm down! I put them in the armoury for safekeepin'!"

The stranger let go of Simms and sighed.

"Sorry about that..That Armour and assault rifle is some pre-war tech..M'name's Marcus, Marcus Anderson, by the way"

"Aight, Marcus, I'll go and get your stuff, You stay put, Doc Church gave you one helluva sedative to keep your pain minimal"

Simms walked out of the clinic, leaving Marcus sitting on the gurney, Recollecting the memories of the past week.

|| Recollecting Memories, File Accsesed, Playing back||

Me and my squad combed through Old Olney, Performing almost flawless military tactics on the swarming deathclaws as we searched for our objective.

"Sniper! Get to an elevated position! We're almost at the beacon!"

"Yes, Sir!"

The Sniper i ordered went straight up a pile of rubble into a derelict building, while me and the rest continiued to search for the Tech beacon set by the outcasts.

My comm device sparked to life with the voice of the sniper.

"Sir! Group of deathclaws converging on your position!"

"Aight, Squad! Take up ambush positions around the area! We got a group of deathclaws closing in!"

Me and the heavy weapons specialist ducked into an old shed, and prepared for the oncoming attack, as they meandered past our hiding spot, a sniper shot rang out and one of the deathclaws, which was much bigger than the rest, fell to the ground, me and the Heavy weapons specialist sprinted out, guns blazing---

|| Present day||

"Boy? Stop daydreaming!"

Marcus looked up to the already familiar face of Lucas Simms, who had a set of A-37x Power armour in his hands and a jet black assault rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Alright, Marcus, Here you go"

"Thanks.."

Marcus began locking the power armour in place, and grabbed his rifle and cocked it, loking at Simms.

"So...Boy, Got any clue as to why you stumbled into our little slice of heaven?"

"It's all a little fuzzy, Last thing i remember was searching through old olney with my squad and we ambushed a group of deathclaws.."

"..Well...That would fit in with Doc Church's report..Under your armour you had three plasma burns on your back and a severly mauled chest,how you got here from old olney..is a mystery.."

"..Well..I'm going to walk around town, see what happens in a day here..I'll talk to you later, Simms.."

Marcus walked out and headed up one of the various ramps to get to Moriarty's Saloon, bumping into a mercenary on the way.

"Hey! Watch where you're goin'asshole, or i'll blow yer fuckin' head off!" Jericho screamed at Marcus with a wierd enthusiasm,to which Marcus replied

"Woah...Cool it, bacon-bits, wake up on the wrong side of your mother this morning?"

"You've got some nerve, asshole, you know that?"

"Yeah...That nerve of mine got me through two hundred deathclaws.."

"Get lost..an' don't even think about goin'to moriarty's..That's my turf, Jericho's Turf..an' only guys who are worthy get to go there.."

"...Aight..Hows this for worthy?!"

As marcus spoke, he sent an power armoured fist at the Jericho's face, which landed with a sickening 'crack!', knocking him out with a broken nose, Then strolled casually to the Saloon, ignoring the crowd gathering around Jericho's unconsious body..

Simms made his way through the crowd to see what the commotion was all about, when he saw jericho's blooded nose, he began giggling quietly, looking up at the power armoured man walking into the Saloon.

As Marcus walked into the bar, the first person he saw was the bartender, a ghoul who looked like he's seen better days, and even for a ghoul, he looked pretty beat down and depressed.

"Hey there..Want a drink..?" The ghoul said to Marcus in a listless tone..

"...Let me think about it for a second, my good man.."

"..Wait...You're not going to yell at me, not even berate me one bit?"

"Hadn't planned on it, Why?"

"..I'm just used to every person who walks in here treating me like crap.."

"..I'm not like every other person..Now..I'll have a whiskey.."

"..Okay, Friend, Thats 18 caps..."

"Pretty cheap..Keep the difference your yourself.." Marcus said as he slided 50 caps to the bartender..

"..I'm selling at a discount for you..Moriarty would beat me for it..but it's worth the risk, I'm Gob, by the way.."

"..Thanks, and i'm Marcus.." He replied as he sipped on his whiskey and began recollecting his memories..

|| Recollecting Memories, File Accsesed, Playing back: File 93 - Old Olney Beacon||

Me and the heavy weapons specialist ducked into an old shed, and prepared for the oncoming attack, as the deathclaws meandered past our hiding spot, a sniper shot rang out and one of the Deathclaws, which was much bigger than the rest, fell to the ground, me and the Heavy weapons specialist sprinted out, guns blazing.

After 10 minutes of battle, the deathclaws were defeated, and we began combing the ruins once more.

My comm device crackled to life again, with the voice of scout team omega, over in a power station to the west.

"Captain Anderson! We've reached our beacon, There's nothing..It was a set-up..Wait...There's a vertibird landing..Hey! Over here! Uh-oh..Oh shit! TAKE COVER!! *explosion sound*..Aagh! Motherfuck! *gunshot sound* "

"Oh..Shit...Squad! Evac now! Omega's beacon was a trap! seems like ours could be too! Terrorists ambushed Omega's squadron at the beacon site!"

I signalled the others to rally just as a vertibird landed just outside the town, and we sprinted for the town hall, but there was a trap and we fell into the sewers..

I hit my comm device and called squad beta, in vault 92.

"Captain Paulsen! abort search! Terrorist Veritbirds are landing at the beacon sites! We need to find another way out of the Old Olney sewers, is there any way to get to your position from here?"

" *static* "

"Paulsen?"

"--------Anderson!....Enclave shocktroops have the vault locked down! We could use IED's to blow a hole in the storage room and use our heavy weapons to dig through..We'll meet up at the power station in the sewers.."

"Squad! We need to get to the Power station in the sewers, Let's move!"

We then proceeded through the sewers, taking down the Deathclaws in our way--

|| Present Day ||

Marcus was snapped out of his recollection by a sharp pain in his neck, his head was suddenly slammed against the counter and he was thrown across the bar.

"I told ya' asshole, this is my turf.." Jericho spat at Marcus,

"...Not anymore...Bitch" Marcus spat back, as he almost jumped up and punched Jericho in the face, sending him back a few steps, giving Marcus enough time to draw his M27-a Assault rifle and aim it at Jericho's Chest.

"Woah-woah-woah! Put the rifle down...I'm sure we can work out an arrangement, Don't kill me!"

"Fuck no, Jericho, You were stupid enough to attack an N7 commando, Now you pay the price.."

"N7 Comma-"

Marcus cocked his rifle and activated his inner targting system, and fired two shots, one to hit each of Jericho's arms, and a shot to his head, and Jericho dropped, his head exploding like a ripe watermelon.

Simms walked in, and gasped as Jericho's brain was painted on Moriarty's walls, with Marcus standing with a smoking Assault rifle, He was bleeding a fair bit, Looks like his stitches burst..

"Day-um! Seems like Jericho met his match today.." Simms, chuckled.

" 'ey! There'll be no fightin' in my Saloon! Simms, Fuck off out'a here! You, boy! Get 'ere.." Moriarty yelled across the Saloon at Simms and Marcus, who both did what they were told, Marcus looked at Moriarty and sighed, plopping 200 caps into his hand.

"Sorry about the mess.." Marcus grunted.

"..Ahh..Don't worry about that, kid, Jericho was thinkin' of me and my pub as territory, but these caps will clean his brains up off the walls..As you've guessed, I'm Colin Moriarty..And you are?"

"..I'm Marcus Anderson.."

"...Aight...I'll let ya' get about your business..."

Marcus surveyed the room, one particular person caught his eye: A man in a pre-war suit beckoning to him, So he did, and sat next to the suited-man, who greeted him.

"My, oh my, Dear boy, I am Mister Burke, and you...You are not a citizen of this putrescent cesspool, someone of value here.."

"...If you have a point, make it.." Marcus swiftly replied,

"Well..I'm looking for an individual who has no ties and no feelings for this town.."

"...Wait...You're going to destroy Megaton?"

"...in a manner of speaking, but i'm only the recruiter, should you accept the job, you'll get to do the job and be rewarded 500 caps as compensation.."

"...You're a sick man, Burke..I'm disarming the bomb.."

"Well....Take this fusion pulse charge..Just in case you change your mind.." Burke slid the Fusion pulse charge to marcus as he spoke,

"...Whatever..Asshole"

Marcus picked the pulse charge up and pocketed it, walking to the door, grumbling angrily, and steps out onto the walkway.

"...Okay....Now to disarm the bomb and search for Delta squad.."

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Decrypted file: Marcus Anderson: File no. 98159[ Locked File ] Locate next File and issue Command Playback

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Encrypted File: Carlos Peterson: File no. 65292 [ Unlocked File ] Issue Command playback and resume viewing

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Carlos woke up, first thing he noticed, he was surrounded by a forcefield and he was in his underwear, and looked around the room, and noticed the Enclave officer standing at the door, speak up.

"..You're awake...Good..Now..How are you feeling?"

Carlos stared at the officer in disbelief before replying in his thick mexican accent,

"..Th'fuck do you care, puta?"

"..Such language, Mister Peterson, didn't your mother ever teach you manners..?"

"..What about yours? I heard Colonel Autumn and the other officers fucked your mother like the slut she is..haha.."

The officer seemed more than a little angry at that and activated the torture restraints on Carlos' prison field, sending several jolts of electricity into the mexican's body for a few short seconds, seeing him writhe in pain, he shut it off, looking pleased with himself.

"...So....Where is Marcus Anderson, hmm?" The officer enquired,

"...Marcus Anderson? Never heard of him.." Carlos replied gruffly, Irritance gaining the edge in his tone.

"Hmpf...I know you're lying..So just do as we say and we'll release you-"

The officer was cut off by a loud banging at the door, so the Officer walked to the big grey panel and opened it, only to be welcomed by a hail of 5mm minigun fire which dropped the arrogant Enclave officer instantly, and three Power armoured soldiers walked in.

The one with the minigun spoke out to Carlos in a heavy scottish accent,

"Ye're luckeh we gut 'ere in time, M'friend..Lemme' ge' tha' field doown fer ya' Ye'll need to suit up in yer armour before we can bust out'a 'ere..We'll meet up at the Vertibird loading bay..which is on the level above us..Ye may wanta' ge' to a terminal to download the schematics of this base fer la'er when we might need it..Also..Try and get some soldier ID's and Details for infiltration...Meanwhile me and these two are gonna' search for Joey..."

Carlos got up and walked free of the forcefield to the Equipment locker and opened it, and removed the A-38r power armour and put it on, fitting each piece of steel perfectly into place, and looked into the locker again, removing his M29 'Bishop' pump-action sniper rifle, and slung it over his shoulder, and pulling out his Benelli M4 shotgun and the box of ammunition, 72 3.30 mm buckshot shells, and turned to the scotsman.

"Let's do this, puta.." He said in his mexican accent,

"...Aye..Le's.." The scottsman replied...

The four N7 commandos ran through the maze of corridors, and eventually reached the Information Tech room, Carlos turned to the Scottish commando and spoke,

" Yo, man, Get me on one of those terminals and i'll crash their sec-systems like your driving skills.."

To which the Scotsman replied, "...Aye, What-fucking-ever, Carlus' Ye' jus' leave the wise-cracking to me.."

Carlos grunted and sat at one of the terminals and his hands flew over the keyboard, decoding and decrypting the security systems with almost perfection, 'ALMOST' being after five minutes of silence, Carlos spewed out a stream of spanish obsceneties as the screen flashed red and blue, The code language for a firewall failure, which set the alarms off almost immediately.

"Carlus'! What'th'Fuck happened?!" The scottsman screamed over the alarms,

" Shut up MacRillan! We gotta get to the Vertibird pad before Hellfires come for us"

MacRillan, The scottish commando, Just grunted and sprinted out of the IT room with carlos and the others in tow, to the Vertibird pad, where there was two of the steel flying machines ready to take off, but there was one problem, The pad was rising toward a closed silo door.

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Decrypted File: Carlos Peterson: File no. 65292 [ locked File ] Locate next File and issue Command Playback

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Encrypted file: Marcus Anderson: File no. 98160 [ Unlocked File ] Issue Command playback and resume viewing

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Marcus squatted down by the atom bomb's control panel and sighed, holding the pulse charge in one hand and an EMP pulse generator, also known as a pinch, and sighed loudly, murmuring to himself,

"God lord, this fusion pulse charge is one helluva piece of tech...Command would pay me a thousand promotions for turning this in..hrm..."

Marcus jumped at the voice of Simms, erupted in his ear,

"Heeeeeeey, boy..What'cha got there?" He asked kindly, and Marcus replied,

"Oh, Just some technology i found around town.." He said quickly, stupidly placing the Fusion pulse charge into the bombs detonator panel and closing it shut.

"Oh...Okay...I see you've disarmed it....Here's the bounty for the job, Hell, Why don't you move in? There's an emtpy apartment and we could use a man like you.."

"Uh....Sure.."

Marcus got up and collected his reward from Simms and walked to the gate, unaware of what is to come..

|| Recollecting Memories, File Accsesed, Playing back: File 94 - Vault 92 recon||

I signalled the others to rally just as a vertibird landed just outside the town, and we sprinted for the town hall, but there was a trap and we fell into the sewers..

I hit my comm device and called squad beta, in vault 92.

"Captain Paulsen! abort search! Terrorist Veritbirds are landing at the beacon sites! We need to find another way out of the Old Olney sewers, is there any way to get to your position from here?"

" *static* "

"Paulsen?"

"--------Anderson!....Enclave shocktroops have the vault locked down! We could use IED's to blow a hole in the storage room and use our heavy weapons to dig through..We'll meet up at the power station in the sewers.."

"Squad! We need to get to the Power station in the sewers, Let's move!"

We then proceeded through the sewers, taking down the Deathclaws in our way, picking up some scattered technology like a Fat man tactical missle system, a few old Assault rifles, and then..An old pre-lock blast door, with several bodies lying around it, as we got closer, we recognized the body of Beta Commander Paulsen, i fired up my com system and contacted Theta squad, hoping for a reply.

"Theta Squad, This is Captain Anderson of Delta N7, do you copy?"

"*static*"

"Theta Squad, This is Anderson of Delta N7, Do you read?"

"-------We read ya' Andy, This is Cap'n Jordas....Whaddaya' need?"

"Joey, Damn good to hear ya'...We got a bad situation...Two of the squads are down and we need immediate evac from Old Olney, We are currently three klicks east of Vault 92"

"Which teams are down?"

"Beta Squad, all soldiers are KIA and Omega are MIA, Suspected terrorist attack"

"Okay Anderson, Sit tight, where's your location?"

"You ain't gonna like the answer, We're in the sewers and an old Blast-tech door..."

"Shit Anderson! The sewer Blast-tech door!?! You better get an alternate route, FAST, because intel have just reported Hellfire Troops sweeping through the Sewers toward your position.."

"Thank Intel for me..Aight Squad! Hellfire Troops are sweeping the sewers, I've got a plan"

I took aim for Carlos and sent three 5.56mm bullets through his shoulder and i signaled for us all to drop and play possum.

I laid there completely still and a heavy metal boot landed about half an inch from my nose, and stayed there, as if taunting me to look up and see whose boot it is, but i didn't i just laid still, waiting for them to leave, unfortunately Carlos sneezed rather loudly, alerting the entire group of soldiers to his position, and the others got up, along with him, with their arms up in a gesture of surrender, i laid still as the armoured soldiers took my entire squad away--

|| Present Day ||

Marcus walked down the path from fort independence to hand in some tech he had left in his inventory, oddly the fusion pulse charge wasn't there, and he decided to walk back to Megaton, with three clips of 5.56mm ammo added to his belt, he got to the far end of Fairfax ruins when he was blinded by a bright light and thrown onto his back by a shockwave, he looked up to the rare sight of a mushroom cloud, and he groaned loudly for a few seconds before brushing himself off and walking towards the mushroom cloud, unknowing of what he would find...

|| Roughly 2 hours later ||

Marcus looked at what was left of Megaton, he looked at the four figures standing at the gate, He instantly recognised Lucas and his Son Harden Simms, standing with two ghouls, one was obviously Gob, the other was wearing a RobCo jumpsuit, and Marcus deduced it as Moira Brown.

Marcus walked to Lucas and spoke softly,

"Lucas, What in hell's name happened here?" Lucas replied in a scared tone,

"..Marcus! Oh thank god you survived! Me an' Harden was out hunting when we heard a loud boom, we went back to megaton to find it in ruins with Gob and Moira crawling out of the ruined gate.."

Marcus sighed and thought for a minute, His relatives in Rivet city could take him, Lucas and Harden in until they get a place to stay..As for Gob and Moira...

He spoke up, sorrow carpeting his tone, "Moira, Gob, Lucas, Harden, How about we make it down to Rivet city? I have relatives there who could take us in..you four start making your way there...I'm gonna avenge our town.."

Marcus loaded his M27 Assault rifle and walked off to the silhouette of Tenpenny tower, before Lucas shouted after him, "Boy...It was my town that was nuked, I'm coming with ya'...Gob, I'll pay you three thousand caps to get my son to saftey..."

Gob simply replied "...Right Sheriff..." before starting his trek with Moira and Harden for Rivet city..

The two others, Lucas and Marcus, began their journey of vengance to Tenpenny tower, the air being filled with rage and irradiation as thay walked on..

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Decrypted file: Marcus Anderson: File no. 98159[ Locked File ] Locate next File and issue Command Playback

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