[u][b]Brother Martin - The Gourmand[/b][/u]

Appalled to the core, Brother Martin watched the spectacle as in response to Calypso putting a bounty on Kimball's double's head, her lieutenant withdrew a steel rod that she had been using to hold up her hair and stabbed him in the shoulder, inciting a all out brawl between the two, much to the horror or delight of the other representatives. Calypso, not surprisingly, was enthralled by the whole affair.

“She is a fantastic protégé is she not?” Calypso tilted her head towards Martin while watching Shelby attack the NCR rep, “About dinner Martin, where did you have in mind?”

"Erm...she certainly is bold.", Brother Martin replied awkwardly, "I have reservations for the Tops at eight, but depending on how House takes your protégé's actions, we might have to reschedule to the Bison Steve in Primm."


[color=fff200]@Malta307[/color]

The waiter sidled up to the two bored mercenaries, carrying a tray with two ice cold beers of the best quality, two glasses and two napkins, one containing a envelope. 

"Compliments of Mr Johnson, Messieurs", the masked waiter said as he served them their drinks, and then placed the napkins, Lenix receiving the napkin discreetly enclosing the envelope. His mission accomplished, the waiter glided away gracefully. 

(OOC - The envelope contains two tickets for the 4pm performance of the Rad Pack at the Aces Theatre in the Tops, and a business card for a Mr. Mark Johnson, a purchasing agent for the Consolidated Trading Company of Cheyenne, WY)   


[color=00a651]@MagustheRed[/color]

"Are there any here who have business with Western Brotherhood?", High Elder Gladstone asked, "Or wish to speak to us on any matter?"

The Scribe, Brother Joseph's Aide, approached the Elder.

"High Elder", the aide said as he gave the Brotherhood salute respectfully, then offered him a envelope. "I have been directed to deliver this to you."

The letter inside read as thus:

[i]High Elder Gladstone,

I have been made aware by my lieutenants that you have expressed the desire to bring and end to the estrangement between the Western Order and the Mid-Western Order that has caused no end of sorrow to all concerned. To that end, I would like to meet with you for the purpose of beginning the process of overcoming the differences between us. For the present, I can only receive visitors in our suites, though I am in negotiations with our host to gain freedom of movement for the construct I must necessarily use to interact with others. I will be available at your convenience any time after 5pm. If you wish to see me, please advise the Brother bearing this letter and I will see you then.

Yours in Steel,
Simon Barnaky
Lord-Paladin[/i]

[u][b]
Brother Joseph - McCarran Field - Several hours later[/b][/u]

Brother Joseph sighed with pleasure as he closed the passenger door of the aircraft behind him, luxuriating in the air conditioning. Nevada's weather was oppressively hot, to say the least, it reminded him of the Engine Room of one of the river or Lake monitors. Making his way to the rear of the aircraft, he found the dormant robot, still strapped into it's seat, and took a seat opposite from it. 

"Robot", Joseph said sternly, "Activate."

The robot's head jerked slightly and looked blankly at Joseph. 

"Your orders, My Lord?", it said. 

"Enter page mode", Joseph said, then waited. After several minutes, the robot tilted it's head slightly, and drummed it's fingers on the armrest of the chair it was strapped to. 

"Ah, Brother Joseph", Barnaky said, "Report. Keep it quick, I'm still talking to Robert."

"Commander Furman's soldiers have located a active pre-war ICBM, My Lord", Joseph said, "They wished our aid to dispose of it."

"I take it you offered that aid.", Barnaky replied in a tone that indicated the answer to that had better be affirmative. 

"Of course, My Lord", as he pulled out his notebook and flipped it open, showing the page to the Lord Paladin for a few seconds. Once he nodded, Joseph tore the page out and produced a lighter, setting it on fire and dropping the burning page into a wastepaper basket. "We will need Sister Nakamura's NEST Team, and one of the heavy cargo lifters, rigged for Arctic conditions."

"I'm transmitting the orders now", Barnaky replied. "What about Operation Thomas?"

"It's Go, My Lord", Joseph said, "They will deploy once initial payment is received."

"The good Sister will deliver it." Barnaky said. "Excellent work, Joseph. Return to the Ultra-Luxe and assist Martin, he needs all the help he can get with Calypso. One of her people attacked Kimball's double, it's created quite a stir."