[u][b]Indianapolis International Airport - Brotherhood HQ - Interrogation Room 2[/b][/u]

Icepick watched impassively as she watched the drone footage. On the roof of a huge building Downtown, about 5-6 blocks from the Hotel she had been captured at by the look of it, a group of Raiders and Cult warriors stood about facing each other tensely, as thier leaders appeared to be having an argument. The camera zoomed in, and Icepick recognized it was Overboss Lee, and the Cult leader, Iron Jaw. After a brief argument, that consisted mostly of Lee ranting the way he always did when he was pissed, Iron Jaw gestured at him contemptuously and two of his men sprang forward, grabbing Lee and tossing him off the roof into the street below. Her lips curled with contempt as she saw Lee's bodyguard just stood there and watched their Overboss tossed over the side like trash. After watching Lee bounce off the pavement like a dead cat, Iron Jaw turned and walked away, his men herding Lee's men through a door to what was probably the stairwell, passing out of view.  

"Pussies", she thought bitterly. "You only had one job..." 

Her train of though was interrupted by a click as Stahl, sitting behind the desk across from her, pushed the pause button on the holo-recorder and rewound it until both men were back in view, then paused it again....now Lee was frozen in time, screaming at the clearly unimpressed Iron Jaw, clearly unaware he only had about a minute to live. 

"What do you think this was about, Icepick?", Stahl asked, "Do you recognize these men?"

"The guy tossed off the roof was the Overboss", Icepick said wearily, sure Stahl already knew that much, at least. "The other guy is Iron Jaw....he's the leader of the Crew Rog'Reg sent from Ft Wayne to 'help' us. What they were arguing about I have no fucking idea, though I'm sure it had something to do with trying to cope with you people."

"Fair enough", Stahl replied. "It caught my interest because resistance began to collapse within a hour of this event. Do you think this had anything to do with that? New orders, perhaps?"

"Oh, there [i]were[/i] orders, alright", Icepick said with a bitter chuckle, "They just weren't for us though. One of those Cult fuckers came and told our 'Pack Master' to cut us loose and link back up with the main group." She laughed mirthlessly and continued. "They didn't get far though...we were on the sixth floor at the time, they headed down the stairs and walked right into the guns of your people and the Legion coming up. Wish I could have seen the look on that shithead's face when they slotted him."

"Where do you think they were going?", Stahl asked. 

"Underground", Icepick answered with a shrug, "In the sewers under Downtown somewhere, I guess.....where exactly I don't know. They spent a lot of time down there, doing fuck knows what..nobody they took down there ever came back up again." 
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Operations Room - a short time later[/b][/u]

Paladin-General Wilson watched distastefully as drone footage showed Legion troops already at work crucifying prisoners. The executions didn't bother him.....most of them would have needed to be shot or hanged by his troops anyway...it was the method of execution, he felt it to be needlessly cruel. He was getting complaints from commanders in the field already, but they would have to live with it just as he was. Barnaky knew full well what he was doing when he put the Legate in charge of this Front of the advance, it was out of his hands. With the enemy deep in Ohio and the increasingly dire situation in Michigan, they didn't really have the time or manpower to spare to properly sort them out anyway.

"Sir", Inquisitor Stahl said from behind him, "If I may...."

"Certainly, Jessica", Wilson said as he turned to face him. "If it's about the crucifixions...."

"It's not for me to question the Will of the Lord-Paladin", Stahl replied, "In any case our Allies have been satisfactorily cooperative when it comes to providing subjects for interrogation." She handed the Paladin-General a folder and as he perused it, she continued, "We've got credible Intel that the Cult is preparing a counter-attack from the sewers under the city. My confidence in this assessment is high."

"Very well", Wilson replied, "I'll order redeployment immediately, and acceleration of the preparations for the scurry-bots." He then turned to the Duty Officer, "Execute plan Sierra immediately. And get me the Legate's field HQ....."

A cry of alarm came from one of the drone operators, and one of the large view-screens changed from a map of the city to a drone feed, by the look of it near the crumbling edifice that had once housed Indiana's Legislature. A Mutant at least ten feet tall and a pair of enormous mutant dogs was charging a group of Legion horsemen.

"Focus on the horsemen for a moment", Wilson barked. After a moment the uniforms of the men could be made out. "Those men are Praetorians....Aurelius himself is probably with them!" He turned to the senior controller and spoke again. "That area was declared secure nearly two hours ago....who do we have near there now?"

"Vertibird 1-3", the controller replied after checking his displays, "Sergeant-Lancer Kyle."

"Vector him in stat!"

"He's already engaging", the controller said. "switching to 1-3's feed". Another screen changed, now showing the view of 1-3's gun-sight camera. The mutant glared at the Vertibird facing it, seeming to finally realize it's danger right before the Vertibird's guns opened up at nearly point blank range and tore it to pieces. The Vertibird then immediately vectored into landing mode, settling down on the pavement. 

"Get me in contact with that pilot", Wilson said, "we have to warn them."

"We're not getting through", the controller said, "Something's been interfering with the radio signal ever since they landed." 

Momentarily, the pilot appeared in the feed, approaching the Praetorians. From this distance Wilson could see that the first man he reached was Vulpes Inculta. Kyle took off his helmet, and after a brief conversation, Aurelius approached them, at which point Kyle stood to attention and saluted him. 

"The camera feed is still working, try the alternate frequencies", Wilson said, leaning over the controller. 

"1-3 this is Command, over", the controller said several times as she tried the various frequencies. After several tries she got a reply. She then pushed a button and a light next to a yellow handset on her console lit up. "It's the Co-Pilot, Lancer-Sergeant Jordan, sir."

Wilson snatched up the headset and immediately began speaking. 

"1-3, this is Actual speaking", Wilson said, "It's vitally important that you get Sergeant Kyle's attention and tell him you're all in danger, and that I need to speak to the Legate immediately. Send one of your gunners, hurry!"

"Yes sir!", Jordan replied, then switched to the intercom and ordered Lancer Henning out to bring Kyle and the Legate to the aircraft, and Lancer-Corporal Smith to man the gun on that side. Jordan then also started going through the pre-flight checklist....if the Paladin-General goes to the trouble of calling you personally to warn you that you're in danger, it's unlikely to be bullshit, after all.