[u][b]Brother Martin - the Tops[/b][/u]

“Yes, it has certainly been proving difficult to say the least. But of these incidents, whatever do you mean? We had a breech from a settlement to the north, to which I shall address upon on our return home.” Calypso replied as she took Martin's hand in hers and placed it on the bare skin of her chest, “The aid in reconstructing my bridge back to it's glorious splendor pleases me greatly. But I must question when you say aid in maintaining it. Are you suggesting some of your people will be taking residence in the surrounding area?”

"We didn't think you would find a permanent settlement in your lands to be acceptable", Martin said as he gently but firmly took her hand in his and moved it from her chest to the table, and patted it affectionately, "the idea we had was to train some of your people, and perhaps assist with reprogramming some of your robots for the work." He then added, "But if you would like a permanent mission to assist you with the task, we can certainly discuss it."  

The waiter brought their dinner, “It looks exquisite, thank you.” Calypso cut into her steak, blood dripped onto her plate from the rare slab of meat. Calypso looked at Martin, “This can perhaps be acceptable, though I must ask, are you able to locate a turbine for my Apache? I would be ecstatic if si, as that would aid greatly against opposing settlements whom wish to breach our borders. In which case I would accept your offer and adhere to toll free passage in my lakes.”

"An Apache, hmmmm", Martin mused to himself. He remembered Joseph mentioning in the last briefing about Calypso that she had a pre-war attack helicopter that was relatively intact, but hadn't deployed it. A bad engine would explain that nicely. While it wasn't a real threat to the Brotherhood....there was only one, after all...it would be a thorn in the Cult's side if they angered her. If they didn't have one already...or could not rebuild the existing one on the helicopter...he knew just where one could be found. 

"I believe", Martin said as he patted her hand again, "that we have a deal then. We'll either repair your existing power plant in the vehicle, or provide a rebuilt one. i'll forward the request at my first opportunity." 

SAC HQ Bunker - Omaha 

The Operations room was abuzz with activity as usual, as Scribes and Paladins oversaw operations throughout the Order's Domain. The Duty Officer, seated at his desk, was distracted from the paperwork he was doing as the teletype machine next to his desk suddenly chattered into life. Rising to his feet, he pulled the sheet off once the machine stopped again and read it.
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****** PRIORITY ONE MESSAGE FOLLOWS!!!! ********** 

EXECUTE WAR PLAN GREEN 
REPEAT
EXECUTE WAR PLAN GREEN

ZERO HOUR TO BE 0300 CT

PROCEED TO STAGE I OBJECTIVES

SET DEFENSE CONDITION 2 WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT

EXECUTE MOBILIZATION PLAN GOLF FIVE

BARNAKY

****** MESSAGE ENDS ********[/color]

The Duty Officer smiled, then reached for the phone on his desk.