A/N: WHAT'S UP EVERYBODY? I won' be talking for long :D Just to tell you guys that I was thinking about changing the day that I post chapters. I post them every Tuesday, but I realize that it might take a while for you guys to settle down so you can read them, considering it's a school day so you're at school for some of the day, then you come home and- if you're not ANYTHING like me- you do your homework C:! So, I was planning on changing the date to sometime over the weekend- either Saturday or Sunday, because I thought it'd be a little more convieniant for you guys!

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Chapter Eight: I Want It Found!

Day Two

Rogue looked unto the lapping waves from the flight deck, frothing against the side of the giant aircraft carrier- Rivet City, his city. He dared not lean into the railings, he knew how weak they were, especially under his weight, and he could plummet to his own unfortunate demise.

From behind him, he heard the shrieking opening of a door, presumably the one that led down to the security headquarters of the ship. He didn't bother to turn around- he knew who it was, because only one person was brave enough- or rather, stupid enough- to bother him when he was up on the flight deck.

"Rogue," Bannon called as he quietly shut the door and walked over to him. "Janny is in Rivet City on vacation, and she'll be staying here for two weeks."

"You are certain?" He asked, looking over his broad shoulder to gaze down at the smaller man with his good eye.

"It came straight from the horse's mouth." He answered with a reassuring nod. "I still don't buy the whole vacation thing, Rivet City isn't exactly a number one hot spot in the Capital Wasteland! If you asked me, I'd be taking a nice, long vacation to Tenpenny Tower!"

"Well, I certainly did not ask you so I certainly do not care." Rogue replied indifferently, turning around to face him fully. "What else did you discover?"

"She says part of her vacation plan is to catch up with some old friends. I made a date, so I could speak with her more, but she didn't seem all that enthusiastic about it." He rubbed the back of his neck with thought. "She says she hasn't been here in ten years because she's done- oh, what did she say?..." He closed his eyes to think. "Something about bounties and hunting at a place called Anchorage Memorial, nothing exciting, really."

"Hmn… Doesn't seem like enough to stay away for ten years," He mused as he stroked his beard. "The only thing out at Anchorage Memorial are Mirelurks and a stray Super Mutant or two- but the bounties?...I wonder if it's anyone we are familiar with."

"We? As in-?..." Bannon asked dryly with his dark-skinned face paling significantly.

Rogue nodded in reply. "Of course, Bannon. I speak of no one else, I work for no one else." He looked back at the Capital Wasteland, reminiscing in its glorious sights of the far and wide that he could see from so high up.

"I said that I'd help you find it, but we've found nothing!" He exclaimed with irritation. "Rogue, I'm beginning to doubt that this thing is even here anymore! It's been over two hundred years since the aircraft carrier was beached, someone could have taken it after all this time for all we know!"

"No!" He boomed, turning on his heel to glare down at him, pointing sharply with a thick finger. "Those documents on that old terminal are certain- it is here, safely hidden away by many locks and doors that can only be opened with skilled hands! The incompetant lice-infested Neanderthals of this generation are too dim to even understand the capability of what we seek, let alone its value! We simply need to look harder- we need to look deeper…" He gazed out to the broken bow of the ship.

"You- You don't think-?..." Bannon murmured dubiously, eyes widening when he realized what his superior councilman was thinking. "Well, I suppose it's the only place on this ship that we haven't looked…"

"Gather a hunting group to clear out the Mirelurks." Rogue answered with stern finality, folding his arms behind his broad back as he gazed back out upon the Capital Wasteland. "I want this thing found, Bannon. Or Rivet City will fall to its knees…" He glanced back at him. "I will make sure of it."

"A hunting group, sir?" Bannon asked, gawking at his superior. "There is no one on this ship that is able to meet with such qualifications of taking out a Mirelurk nest, of all things! We are undermanned, and even if we did have the man power these people are- are- well... Not exactly blessed with combat skills. Flak and Shrapnel can appreciate the power of a firearm, but I doubt we can convince them to help without some heavy compensation. We could ask Zimmer's bodyguard for some help, but I also highly doubt that Zimmer will be lenient enough to let him loose..." His voice trailed off with a helpless shrug.

"Bannon, you are quite naive if you believe that I was suggesting seeking aid from the residents of Rivet City- skilled or not. It will be dangerous to involve anyone close to home in what we wish to achieve here. They could get greedy- claim that it is theirs because they are born in Rivet blood and I am not. I may control this City, but a slight shift in power that plays into the hands of these people and all I've created will tower against me to dangerous levels..." He looked unto Bannon with a stern gaze in his shiny, cold eyes. "Hire a professional team! That way, we may-... dispatch any loose ends that threaten to unravel the golden cloth we've woven. Like Pinkerton, the annoying little twat."

Rogue turned on his heel and walked to the exit, effectively ending the conversation, leaving Bannon to stew in silence and sway with the howling wind that whipped at his back. He looked out at the Wasteland, almost wishing that he wouldn't look at it with such dread and fear. He finally ripped his eyes away and shook his head, walking towards the open exit as well.

But not before looking at the broken bow of Rivet City, and swallowing back the pit in his throat so it dropped into his uneasy stomach.