Tyrone ran up to the door, thinking it was someone from the outside trying to get in.
Again, he ran into Hamilton, this time with full force, pushing the wastelander into the door. Which now hung shut by one hinge.
"The hell..."
Hamilton shoved Tyrone away before taking a step back and throwing himself into it, this time using his shoulder, along with his entire body as he jumped up into the air.
The door broke open, causing the dogs to bark loudly and getting ready to attack, if it weren't for their chains holding 'em back.
Tyrone scrambled up and held Hamilton by the arm, by luck.
"What are you!?"
"I'm getting the fuck out of here before your dumb bitch boss turns everyone in here into a vegetable." Hamilton snapped, not giving a fuck what Tyrone did in retaliation as he was stepping out.
He drew his Derringer and marched towards the front door, getting ready to shoot the first flee bag that tried to attack him.
Rook was still motionless, his open eyes staring blankly ahead.
Morgan watched in horror as she held onto Rook with her legs. They were still plummeting at far too fast a rate.
I'll die if I don't let him go...
"Rook! I will repair you! I swear it!" Morgan yelled over the wind and her own panic. "I gotta let you go!"
However, physics decreed Rook wouldnt get the time to agree, if he even could. The Android slowly slipped out of the Humans weak grip and flipped over, plummeting straight to the ground.
"ROOK!"
Without any further warning, the Psychotronics kicked in, sending out their ear shattering pulses. More force than noise as they seemingly made the air itself shiver, along with any brain matter that was unfortunate enough to get in its way.
Before Hamilton reached the front door, he started to suffer from a severe headache, like the people around him.
Tyrone also started to feel it. His head felt heavy.
He marched towards the backdoor.
He... Needed... Air...
The Wastelander hissed, quickly stumbling forward, whilst he still had his free will as he entered the alleyway. His head was spinning like crazy but he was able to stumble away from its grip before it was able to take hold.
The front door was locked with a simple padlock, easy to shoot off.
The rest of the club seemed to lose it completely. Their emotion locked masks hiding their undoubtably horribly twisted faces.
At that moment some gory splash could be heard... The radio waves were too strong from some, it busted the skull right open.
At this point there was screaming of those who could.
Ania looked horrified by the display looked around her, as the guests dropped one by one. The Communist agent across from her took note of the side effects of Psychotronics on this scale.
The wind whistled around Rook as the inactive android plummeted to the ground. 60 stories...
50 stories...
40...
30...
20...
10...
...
Rook hit the pavement with a dull thud on his back- it sounded like someone dropping a heavy book. The flesh on the back of his head and his upper back splattered but that appeared to be the only damage. Titanium, after all, was a super dense metal. He probably had a dent or two, but was in otherwise god shape. Apart from the fact that, if he was a human, he would be very dead.
Hamilton rushed out, into the alleyway and took a shot at the first dog, that tried to jump him. The .38 round went straight into the creature's mouth and out of the back of his head, splattering his brains all the way up the alleyway.
The Wastelander couldn't care less about the life of a creature that was more flee than fur and made a break for it, trying to get as far away from the impact zone as possible.
Tyrone stumbled out after him. Escaping the horrible noise emanating from the Lounge. He however fainted in the alley.
Morgan landed in a heap on the ground a little way from Rook. She gasped and panted, stumbling over to him and gave him a quick look over.
"I'll...buff...those out..." She whispered, before collapsing on top of his chest from the sheer stress of parachuting out a building.
Hamilton rushed through the alleyway, seeing that both Morgan and Rook were unconscious on the far side, the latter was in a worse off shape than the former. The Wastelander scowled at the sight of it and looked around.
There was no way in hell that he could carry them both home, along with the Briefcase, that he'd need to get the papers out of there undetected. It was obvious that he'd have to leave one of them behind and it was even more obvious which one.
He quickly snatched the papers under Morgan's arm and stuffed them into the suitcase before putting his stealth suit on top of it, with the cloaking device enabled, swapping it for his 'party suit.'
The Wastelander then approached Rook and lifted him up, turning around to face a dumpster that backed onto the club. He placed the Android inside the dumpster, sealing it with him inside before turning back to Morgan and lifting her up. She was much lighter and easier to carry.
He carried Morgan in his arms, placing the briefcase in her hands before walking away into the night, heading straight back to their rooms...
About a half hour after Hamilton returned to their room, Morgan groaned softly and her eyes flickered open. She looked around, spotting Hammy and gave him a worried gaze.
Hamilton was scanning the documents, reading them intently, it was one of few situations where he stopped focussing on his surroundings.
He didn't noticed Morgan as she woke up, he only realised that she was awake, when she spoke.
"R-rook. Where is he...?"
"I had to hide him, left him in a dumpster, behind the club..." The Wastelander muttered, seemingly disinterested in the situation as he seemed far more engrossed in the papers.
"The hell'd you do that for?" Morgan groaned, sitting up and looking incredibly woozy. "G-go get him."
"Can't, shit hit the fan and everyone's panicking down there, I barely got you out." The Wastelander uttered, throwing the papers across the table as he sat back and processed the information that they contained.
"There ain't a thing that we can do until morning..."
"Fucking..." Morgan groaned, covering her eyes with her hand and leaning back in bed herself.
"Shoulda brought him back instead of me."
"He's heavier than you, considerably so, I definitely wouldn't have made it..." Hamilton sighed, falling back against the back of the sofa as he stared across the room.
"I did what I could, with the time that I had, be thankful that I didn't just leave him for the cleanup crew to find."
"Coulda dragged him..." Morgan muttered, looking at the palm of her hand. "I hope nobody finds him."
Systems rebooting...
Microfusion core online...
Motors running...
Endoskeleton functional...
V.A.T.S activated...
Rook sat up in perpetual blackness. He felt around, feeling out the groves and hinges of the dumpster, before finding its lid. He shoved upward sending the thing flying off its hinges. He then climbed out, and wandered back towards the hotel in a daze.
"Yes, because it's physically possible to drag a body through a street, that's quickly getting busy, whilst carrying another body and a Suitcase." Hamilton uttered, with bitter sarcasm, finding himself to be growing annoyed at Morgan's inability to think logically.
"I said, you could have left me!" Morgan snapped. "People were already dead or collapsed right? I wouldn't have been so easily noticed!"
"It was you or neither of you, your boyfriend weighs twice what I weigh! To be honest, I'm starting to wish that I just chose the latter and saved myself the fucking headache!" The Wastelander snapped in response, his angered shout quickly simmered into a harsh seething tone.
Morgans hand fell from her face, and she shot Hamilton and intense, steely glare. "He is not my boyfriend. I'm not his wife. Stop confusing him with such 'witty' smartass comments, got it?"
"I assumed, probably because it's easier to say and I didn't really care enough to ask." The Wastelander sighed, lowering his tone to his usual passive aggressive utterance.
"I can't help but notice that he is easy to mislead, what's his problem?"
"He gets confused is all." Morgan lied, terribly.
"Because his logic is circulatory... It's like he's a computer, he's able to define things beautifully but can't make sense of something as basic as sarcasm." The Wastelander uttered as he tried to figure it out as Morgan clearly wasn't helping him.
"He's trying his best yeah!?" Morgan snapped again. "Just leave him alone. Don't confuse him, and don't be sarcastic."
"But why does he have to try to be human?" Hamilton asked, almost ignoring Morgan at this point as he continued his trail of thought.
"The only being, who would have to put any effort into appearing human, wouldn't be human at all..."
Busted! Bollocks.
Morgan reached for her pistol as discreetly as she could under the covers. She continued to look at Hamilton.
"Hoi. What of it?"
"So, he's human but he thinks like a machine, he could speak to that other machine... So I'm assuming that he's some sort of cyborg? Or maybe he isn't human at all, built up from scratch as the perfect replica." The Wastelander deduced, staring Morgan down as found her actions to be suspicious.
At that moment Rook walked in, holding two stick-like things in one hand. He stopped just inside the door.
"I brought iguana."
"R-rook!" Morgan beamed, thankful he was okay. "Give it over, I'm starving."
"I'll... Pass..." Hamilton uttered, finding himself to be reluctant of receiving food from strangers. That and Rook just crawled out of a dumpster...
Rook handed Morgan one iguana on a stick and Hamilton another. When the wastelander refused, he gave both to Morgan
"I require repairs." He dropped his bloody jacket and turned around, revealing the torn and beaten flesh on his back. There was also a gash on the back of his head.
"I told you I'd repair you..." Morgan shrugged, sticking the Iguana in her mouth without a second thought. "Come. Sit on the bed."
"Repairs..." Hamilton repeated, examining the food before taking his first bite, he couldn't care less at this point if it was poisoned or scrounged out of a dumpster, raider guts aren't exactly sanitary either...
"The pain has just started." Said Rook, sitting down on the bed with his back to Morgan.
He glanced over at Hamilton. "We have Ania's face. We can ransom it back to her for a gain."
"Shit..you kept that?" Morgan said in disgust as she crawled along the bed to kneel behind Rook. "This might hurt, hun. I apologise."
She soon pulled out her tools and got to work…
"Along with the assurance that nobody else will hear about her little project..." The Wastelander added, gesturing to the papers on the table.
"Well, unless she wanted us to dispose of them, by leaving them at ARC..."
Rook nodded. He did not flinch ones or show any sign of pain as Morgan pieced his back together.
"I will approach her tomorrow with the blackmail."
"Wait... How aware is she of your involvement?" Hamilton asked, glancing up to Morgan as the question was addressed to either of them really.
"Extremely." Morgan said, her voice muffled by food. "She knew Rook and I were going to rob her. Had no clue about you however."
"We should send Hamilton instead?"
"Then I suppose that it doesn't matter, who goes down there tomorrow. Though I've made similar trade-offs before." Hamilton shrugged, glancing over to the window.
Morgan soon began to work on Rooks head, pausing to spit the stick out her mouth. "I'd rather avoid talking to that horrid woman again. I'd be more liable to shoot her." She sighed.
"We could all go."
"Then she could capture us all and be done with it. We send one or two representatives with the threat that if they do not return we destroy the face and send out the documents."
"Tell her that one of us is on the way to ARC, with the documents, that'll give her a time limit and it'll influence her decision.
One person should go down, if they get captured or she has them killed, then the other two can escape and go to ARC." The Wastelander added, placing his feet on the coffee table, avoiding the papers as best he could.
"A sound strategy." Morgan decided, with a small nod. "Who will go see the bitch then?"
"I will, if she tries anything with me...? Well, I'm pretty self-reliant and as I've said, I've done such trade-offs before." Hamilton answered, almost instantly, in truth, he didn't exactly trust Morgan and Rook with the job.
"Fine by me." Morgan shrugged. "Means I don't need to have you bitching about everything all day."
"Great, that means that I don't have to listen to the bullshit that spews out of your mouth either, guess this works out for everybody." The Wastelander uttered, relaxing a little more on the couch.
Rook did not care in the long run who did it. He simply turned his gaze straight ahead and was silent, so that could be taken as his acceptance.
"Shut up will you." Morgan growled. "I need to concentrate for this bit."
This is what Morgan lived for. The pulse pounding moment that came with all experiments and repairs.
Whether or not it worked.
She exhaled heavily and finished patching up Rooks head before leaning around to look him in the eyes. "There. Good as new!"
Rook nodded and gave her that lion's grin.
"Thanks, Morgan."
Hamilton paused and fell silent, staring out into the dark for a few moments before throwing his iguana onto the table and rising to his feet.
"I'm getting prepared for tomorrow and then turning in..." He said, to no one in particular as he made his way to the exit.
"Thanks for the iguana..."
"Anytime. Rook." Morgan smiled, giving him her own grin. She glanced at the door and gave Hammy a nod.
The door closed shut as the Wastelander returned to his room, not a sound was heard from him as soon as his hotel room door closed.
Rook lay down on the bed.
"I will require a... sleep. To recover from the injury." He said.
"As do I..." Morgan said quietly as she lay down next to him. "I am... exhausted. My arms hurt and I'm surprised I didn't break my legs."
"Your parachute was well-built." Said Rook, turning his head to look at her face.
"Well, I was the one who made it." Morgan chuckled, looking over at Rook as well. "Still, little miffed there was no money in that safe. I thought we'd never have to deal with Ania again after tonight."
"Just once more is my impression." Said Rook. He hesitated before speaking, and ha considerably lowered his voice. "Do you trust Hamilton?"
"He annoys me..." Morgan whispered, shuffling a little closer. "I only trust you anyways."
"He does not seem like someone who is trustworthy. I have determined that he would likely terminate us for a large sum of wealth."
"Yeah, I feel the same way." Morgan agreed. "Better keep an eye out for him, alright?"
"It should not be a problem. In a combat scenario I would much more likely terminate him than he would me."
"I'd feel safer if we knew he wouldn't have a chance to sneak up on us..." Morgan shrugged before yawning sleepily.
"S'all."
"Then I will keep an eye out." He reassured her. "Go to sleep now."
"Yeah, I'm going, I'm going..." Morgan yawned, rolling on her side to keep an eye on Rooks repairs. She shivered a little in the cold desert air. The duvet had been left in the middle of the street after all.
Rook noticed Morgan shiver, and just stared at her for a moment or two before rolling onto his side. He retrieved his jacket and draped it over her and then lay up against her so that his body heat would warm her.
At that, Rook shut down, closing his eyes and going still.
Morgan curled up beside Rook, feeling pleasantly warm for the rest of the night. She snoozed away quietly.
They were woken up abruptly by their door being knocked down by the Police Force.
"Morgan and Rook! You are under arrest on the account of murder!" One of the officers barked at them.
Morgan awoke with a start. She looked on in panic as the door started to break under their barrage of feet and shoulders. It didn't look very sturdy to begin with…
Her hand automatically dropped to her own pistol as she shook Rook to rouse him.
"You better not be out of it!"
Hamilton's eyes shot open as he head the thud and the crunch of the door and shook in his bed, he heard the officers yelling.
"Morgan and Rook! You are under arrest on the account of murder!" One of the officers barked at them.
Fuck, I knew I should've taken the suitcase... The Wastelander thought, crawling out of his bed and snatching his guns, the Barretta and the Chinese Pistol before rushing over to the washroom, where he could hide and hopefully get the jump on these assholes.
"Put him down lunatic!" one of the police officers screamed over the deafening gunshots that were released, wood splinters bursting in the air off the wall and floor. It was a mess.
Rook shot awake and shoved Morgan off the bed, so that they could use it as cover. He rolled off after her and smoothly pulled his pistol from it's holster.
"Our only out is the window." Noted Rook calmly, despite being under fire. "But getting to it will expose us. And killing a squadron of police will not do us any good as well, if we could pull it off."
Morgan cowered behind the bed.
"We need to get the documents!" She hissed.
Rook glanced over to where they were sitting on the night table.
"I'll cover you." He said, and flipped the bed over and forwards, onto its side. He peeked over it and started firing at the enemy's legs.
"Try to stay in cover."
Morgan lay flat on the floor and nodded as she made her scramble to the night table.
"Ah!" An officer clenched his finger over the trigger while stumbling forward on his pierced ankle, the bullet, way off target landed in the ceiling above Rook, making dust swirl down gently on top of the android.
What was left of them had the good sense to fall back. But reinforcements were surely on their way.
Morgan reached over to the briefcase and snatched it before hoofing it back to Rook.
Hamilton quickly changed into his stealth suit, figuring that it would be more bullet proof than his suit, afterall its last owner didn't get much protection from it.
Morgan swallowed and nodded to Rook, creeping over towards the window. The window in question led to a back alley, the front entrance was being heavily guarded. If they wished to move unseen and escape in the confusion they had to act now.
The Wastelander activated the stealth mechanics and lightly opened the door, watching the police officers as they 'made a tactical retreat.'
He could still hear Morgan and Rook, who were scrounging around in their room, he remained still and silent, with his weapons all loaded and ready to fire. He had 14 rounds in total, spread out over three guns, so he'd probably manage just fine on his own, the others, however, he wasn't too sure of.
Hamilton bent down and picked up the pistols of the fallen officers, looting the ammo out of them as he made his way over to their room. He swiftly opened the door, stepping inside as he decloaked, shutting the door behind him.
"They're gone for now, looks like we've got a bit of time before more come..." Hamilton said, his voice was amazingly calm, despite the situation.
He ejected the remaining round from his chinese pistol and tossed it into the washroom, throwing a 10mm pistol over to Morgan.
"Can you use it?"
Morgan waved her silenced 10mm in the air with a roll of her eyes. "Yes, I can." She grumbled, creeping over to the door.
"Looks like our bribery plan is out the window. Just like we're about to be."
"Take the documents, we can still use them against Ania... Or at least send them to ARC, to get some payback..." The Wastelander smirked at the thought as he holstered his Berretta and swithed it for the 10mm pistol.
"They're probably going to kill us for seeing the papers anyway, so we might as well..."
"We need to get out of the city." Said Rook, advancing on the window. "ARC sounds like the best decision."
"ARC it is!" Morgan agred, pulling Hamilton out the way of the door. She knelt down and opened it slightly, placing a mine right on the threshold.
"Right come on." Morgan sighed, standing up and heading to the window.
Two left…
"Get moving, if we have to split up, everyone just make their way to ARC." Hamilton replied, rather sternly as he followed, he over, wrapping both of his hands around his gun before turning back to look at the door, somewhat not trusting Morgan's mine.
"You two go first, we don't want everyone running up the back of one another and getting eachother killed. I can hold them off, if they break through."
"Alright. See you at ARC, okay?" Morgan said softly. "Thank you."
With that, she got Rook to lift her out the window the same way as before and soon motioned for him to follow her as she crept down the alleyway, catching the briefcase tightly.
Meanwhile, a tall man with steely blue eyes and pitch-black hair dressed in an old Chinese formal uniform left the club carrying a heavy looking briefcase and casually made for the front gate.
He momentarily looked at the police gathering near a building at the end of the street. After which he merely smirked. The image somehow amused him, as he had a faint idea what was happening. Either way, what happened in Broadway was Ania's mess now. She is of no longer use of the Thongzi. Now it is only a matter of building the antenna on top of the Empire State-building.