The night before did not end with a dull note. Lucy was rather proud of the advancements she made on the new mini-nuke which she christened the "Seraph". Only one prototype so far, and she doesn't plan to make any new ones until it's field tested. It took a notable chuck out of her resources, and she did not want to risk making copies if the prototype turns out to be faulty. Mini-Nukes were too delicate to mess up more than once. Additionally, Lucy had a few confrontations from those in Eagle Squad. None from her core team, though she had suspicion that they also had something to say to her. It was mostly the new recruits and a few of the older veterans who were not part of Eagle Claw, but still had some sway in the military. They had issues with her training methods, claiming it to be too harsh and ultimately pointless. Lucy didn't argue, but neither did she agree, and she refused to promise anything or do whatever it is they asked. One of the more promising recruits demanded to at least be given a heads up on what sort of tests she'd have in mind for them, and the option to refuse. She had one statement for that. [i][b]"This is your option."[/b][/i] And than she punched the recruit in the gut using her power fist, sending a glob of super-heated plasma that ate away his clothing, armor, flesh, and bones, leaving a green slag puddle. [b][i]"Eagle Claw does not need any more new members. Those who think they do will have to prove one question to me: Do they believe that I cannot kill them?"[/b][/i] She left the survivors in shock and awe, but mostly hatred. She already knew of many within the Enclave's standard forces who dislike their "Glorious Elites" who feast upon luxurious meals and gain the best that the Enclave can muster, while they take what is only required, and even less if need be. Sure, better than most wastelanders, but the elitism is there. Lucy actions perpetuate it.

The next day Lucy awoken from her sleep eight hours exactly after she laid down on her bed. Although Eagle Claw hasn't had many missions and are usually told in advance about them, she doesn't sleep in or sleep late, if she can help it. She still drinks her Black Coffee despite not really needing it; her cybernetics gives her all the energy and alertness she needs. It was mostly a placebo to remind her that she needs to be awake. And it taste good. Her breakfast was a Spartan but still high quality [url=http://i.imgur.com/cljzbUE.jpg]bowl of rice with a raw egg, Salmon Roe, and bits of leek[/url]. She even ate them with chopsticks, mostly because she wanted to ensure that both her robotic hand and non-dominate left hand were equally deleterious. She than went through her usual morning routine; One-hundred Situps, One-hundred Pushups, One-hundred Squats, and a 10 km jog. She usually can do this in about an hour, with the jog being what takes up the most time. Sometimes the whether makes her usual route difficult to take, sometimes she runs into wild life that she needs to take out, but usually she gets through it before too long. It helps that, since she augmented some of her organs and even her blood, her stamina is much higher than what most human athletes are capable of. But even her upgrades aren't as fully developed as some of the other members of her team, who could be capable of much more for all she knows. Lucy hasn't really spent much time with them before Idaho, and certainly has not put aside her scheduled for them afterwards.

Lucy returned from her job/patrol when she was called to the briefing room. The Commander wished to speak to the Eagle Claw. [b]"It's time."[/b] She whispered to herself. Lucy changed out of her track suit and into her gear. Before leaving, she stopped by her workstation and added something to ADA's storage module. Than she followed the rest of the team to the briefing room. It's been three weeks since Eagle Claw had a mission, and even than that was only certain members. Lucy herself hasn't been sortied since Idaho. Richard Hammond stood in the briefing room, looking prim and authoritative as usual. Oddly enough, Leinhart wasn't here. Though she hasn't been on a mission with the Deathclaw since Idaho also, he's usually here anyways, being a member of Eagle Claw. Lucy did not think too much about it however once Richard began to brief them on the situation. The Enclave chapter in Alaska has gone quiet. Previously there was a steady stream of information, nothing of note to worry about aside from the usual supply concerns, weather, and locals, but they were as much of a threat as a soft spot on an apple. Three days of utter silence was discontenting however, as is the following unresponsive scouts. They weren't like the NCR or the Brotherhood; the Enclave does not need couriers to send messages. They had long distance communication spanning the entire American Continent. So the idea that the scouts couldn't make contact with any of the Enclave stations made her wonder what they would be dealing with. But that's why she was being sent.

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The Eagle Claw landed in the frigid tundra of Alaska. There was some chatter on the Vertibird ride, but Lucy paid no attention to it. She was calibrating and programming some Recon Droids. They were small, no bigger than your average basket ball, but they could float up to ten feet above a solid surface and provide Archangel omnidirectional images and sounds. They lacked weapons, but they were fast and capable of cloaking for an indefinite amount of time (Though that would require them to stay in place). They would serve as her eyes and ears in Alaska where she otherwise wouldn't be. She was tinkering with at least ten of them before they had word that they would drop soon. Ada beeped a message to Archangel. [b]"Yes. Momi-10 to Donation Box. Aya Global Asap. Maid 2cc; Plot or NG. No bombs."[/b] Ada gave Archangel another set of beeps, though she did not respond to these.

Soon enough Archangel and the rest of Eagle Claw were boots on the ground. Deathstroke gave them their orders; she and Bear would head into one of the center tunnels built from the old world; built to last. She wouldn't worry too much about firing her heavy ordinances here, but she was more worried about signal interference; that tunnel could go anywhere from ten feet below the ground to a hundred. Depending on what they could reach while in there, Radio Silence might just be the norm once she and Bear head inside. This would also mean that her Recon Droids, which she already deployed, might not be able to report to her if they're too far underground. But orders were orders. Archangel popped a new battery into her rifle and flipped on the Ghost Sight as she was expecting low-to-no lighting. Once things were settled she went into the tunnel with Bear.

Neither of them really made much conversation aside from pointing out certain details and maybe mentioning something to themselves. Archangel was paying attention, but so far neither of them seem to find anything of note. She was still picking up the signal from the others, which was good. They must have not gotten too far below. Her recon droids were also giving her feed back, though they had nothing substantial to note aside from vacant outposts and chatter from the others. She largely ignored the chatter, only listening in because it seemed that Deathstroke and Ginger where having a rather heated argument. When it turned out to just be Ginger's attitude, Archangel debated if she wanted to move on from the scene or not. On one hand, she needs to focus at the task at hand. On the other hand, this could prove useful later. She opted to allow the Recon Droid to record the conversation from start to finish and review it at another time. As she patrolled the tunnels she looked into the other information her droids had. The snow buried most of everything. It wasn't a thin coat either, suggesting that the entire area has been abandoned for at least three days or more. Archangel gave them the orders to search when one of the Recon Droids near Deathstroke's group suddenly reported screeching. Archangel had it go and report, giving her on-the-spot information. She saw Deathstroke's group battling the metal monster, while Archangel crouched down and raised her hand for Bear to stop. She watched the battle through the lens of her helmet and saw the beast go down. Deathstroke gave an after battle report, but she had the recon droid scan the machine and give her a rough outline of it's full capabilities. Nothing she couldn't break through.

Assuming that Bear also got the message, Archangel continued onwards. She set her sensors to pick up electronics, calibrated her rifle to overcharge in a tight cone, and loaded pulse rounds into her gauntlet. She had the rest of the Recon Droids search for the new threats as well, which she has labeled "Tank Dogs" for the purpose of identification. But there was one thing that worried her; while initially she thought of the various cyberdog upgrades that they had access to, none of that really compares to what these things were. Fully robotic, high tension steel, Hydraulic limbs. It wasn't anything the Enclave didn't already have know, so why has she never seen or read about one of these things before? It's not like there was anyone capable of matching them in an Arm's race. Closets people to that was the Brotherhood of Steel's Lyon's Pride, and that was on the Eastcoast before their base of operations were blown to bits. Maybe Big MT, but would they even have access this far north? Granted, with what sort of science goes on there, she would not be the least bit surprised that they would be capable of bringing destruction to every corner of the Earth. Than it only begged the question of why, if not for the simple reason of Science. Even so, there wasn't any concrete evidence that Big MT has anything to do with this. For now Archangel kept her silence and continued to search. Hopefully they could run into the remains of those stationed here. With any luck she'd get to run into one of the Tank Dogs so she could get a closer look herself.