[center][color=778899][h1][hr]Alfie Vanderbilt[hr][/h1][/color][/center]
[indent]First, they were escorted into the theater, which was a puzzling thought for Alfie, until the discovery of a trapdoor located behind the stage. Stepping down rung by rung, the Overseers descended down from the ladder until they reached what was vanguard territory. It was then that the lieutenant realized Churchill was much than he once saw it as. He walked much slower than the rest, observing every detail of this underground base, noticing the different paths that led to halls constructed like tunnels while also taking note of the many gun-wielding vanguards. Though firearms are not permitted for the convicts to equip, Alfie was not surprised their hold of secret weapons, the same occurs within fortified prisons, yet on smaller scale with shanks and such, what more can you expect with a penal colony that openly explores the ruins of London.

But even with that suspicion of firearms, before the Collective fell, the Overseers did not fear these guns would ever be turned on them. For if they were, all it simply took was one call for back-up, Collective ships would be teleported to the lunar base, and then flowed over to earth with the deliver of a raging storm of bullets over Churchill. 

Feeling the barrel of a sentinel's pistol pressed against his back, Alfie flinched. His surveying costed the patience of the sentinels escorting to them to their cell. Yet, even in his slight fear, the lieutenant was much more closer to calmness as it was Reno who led their path. Alfie felt that he could trust the Sheriff, he was no criminal, unlike the vanguard Spartan leader Theo. But as terrorizing as the thought is, it was a reality, ultimately Callahan would decide what would happen to them. Well, actually with the turn of events, such as the marriage, Isabel's hand was in this matter also. Though that did not make the situation any better. It was general stereotype to assume that all vanguards were murderers, armed robbers, or arms dealers. Whereas, the muses were complete psychopaths and lunatics, the serial-killer type, with the occasional drug-dealer or smuggler to join in.  

Alfie supposed that if they were going to stay in Churchill, it would be best to gain the influence of perhaps the most sane faction, the masterminds. They were pure geniuses with crimes of lesser evils such as hacking or drug-dealing. But most of the drug-dealers within this faction did not just deal drugs, they formulated them. They were chemists with a dark side. Alfie needed the masterminds to get involved someway when the time was perfect. 

[color=778899]"The lion... held... the mouse by its... tail... toying with it... playing with his food,"[/color] Alfie opened with a strange allegory once all three of them were locked inside a wide-roomed cell. In the distance as he spoke slowly, softly, deeply, the sound of the barred door shut with the jingle of Reno's keys following after. [color=778899]"Theo...,"[/color] he muttered. [color=778899]"Leo...,"[/color] he whispered in rhyme.[color=778899]"And I always thought they were the vermin."[/color] 

As he sat next to Lily, Alfie's back inclined against the stone wall. Thrax was a bit of a distance away from them, peeping out of the cell door, analyzing the guards patrolling the halls. While the captain familiarized himself as much as he could with the underground base, Alfie leaned over to Lily and whispered, [color=778899]"Corporal... Lily... is fear... an emotion I should... berate myself for?"[/color] Alfie respected the captain, he honored Thrax by enforcing his orders. Yet, could never share his insecurities or weaknesses with the man, in fear that he would only disappoint his superior and father figure. The only person he allowed to know of his vulnerabilities was Lily. In the lowest of volume but still maintaining to be audible Alfie whispered, [color=778899]"I'm scared."[/color]  

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