[center][color=ed1c24][i][h3]Merkopa Demokratische Republik[/h3][/i][/color]
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The administration office, the only one of its kind, is a small clean, and white room. Maintenance is not too hard. The only thing that commonly needs to be cleaned up is the dust. Second is the paint but a reprint only needs to be done from year to year. Inside the office is a big round desk with twenty chairs, representing the whole staff team of twenty people. To the sides of the room, there are smaller desks that only host one or two chairs. Scattered about the room are cabinet drawers of different shapes and sizes, storing various vital documents and paperwork. Today, only Wagner and Ottilia Vogel are in the office. Everyone else is asleep. 

“How long will they live for?” Wagner asks with a concerned look. On the table, the big round desk, are maps, showcasing predicted and actual radiation levels within the city of Merkopa on the surface. These maps were the former property of the Lespia government before its collapse. Now, these maps serve different people but have the same purpose. Ottilia leans over the table, studying the charts, tables, and geographical features on these maps. 

“Some will not make it by their mid or late twenties. Some will. Some will make it to their thirties, but most will be in critical health by their mid-forties. Most of these areas are category three-levels of radiation. Leukemia and thyroid cancers can appear in little as five years after constant exposure. Other types of cancer will take a few decades to develop. Either way, their lives will be cut down heavily,” Ottilia notes, leaning away from her study of the maps. 

Wagner nods, taking in the realization. The men and women that Wagner plans to send out to the greater depths of the Merkopa surface will suffer without a doubt. What is more, Wagner does not have much of a choice in the matter. People need food. All that the Chairperson could do is to award honor and titles to the inflicted. “What about the blue fungus?” Wagner inquires. 

“I recommend that we tell them to avoid the fungus at all costs. We can’t handle a big outbreak right now. As a safety measure, we will have to quarantine them every time that they come back,” Ottilia suggests to the Chairperson, giving off her utmost advice as a medical expert. 

“Can protective gear help offset the radiation?” Wagner wonders, hoping to extend the lives of the scavs. He then stands up and heads over to one of the cabinets, taking out another map, but this one detailed different old storage areas for supply for the long-gone Lespia government in the metro.

“It will, but it won’t stop their deaths from cancers and other complexities from radiation,” Ottilia says as she stares at the map that Wagner just pulled out. 

“I’m not gonna just send our scavengers without preparations,” Wagner points to one of the storage holds with an ionizing radiation symbol. “These places have, or had vital protective gear and devices. We need to find some Geiger counters and radiation-protected hazmat suits.” 

“You think that these storage units were not looted yet?” Ottilia questions.

“Thirty scavengers will both search the storage units and local area for the supply. It's the best chance we got. Nowhere else does such sophisticated items exist,” Wagner details. 

“I trust your judgment...I'm gonna go to sleep now. You should too,” Ottilia suggests as she heads towards the exit. 

“I’ll stay here and study the maps a bit more,” Wagner says as he gets comfortable with his seating. 

“Godspeed, comrade,” Ottilia states to the chairperson.


[hider=Action]30 scavengers go find radiation-protective gear and devices in the metro.[/hider]