Thread: Of the Waters of Life

Good morning, Thomas. Yes, Good morning, uhh... Jordan. The man named Jordan nodded his head and continued his way down the hall, unaware of Thomas as he slipped pass the other side of the hallway and into another one which led to the main hallway. Of course, Thomas wasn't named 'Thomas'. His name was actually Alex, Thomas must have been the name of the poor sap that Trent had beat up and stolen his uniform back a couple of days ago when he first arrived to this place. When Alex infiltrated the base wearing the Enclave officer uniform, he never really thought that he would be caught into this identity of 'Thomas'. When Alex first accepted this mission, he was informed that the base was only enforced by minimal forces. It was unfortunate that such intelligence was inaccurate, as he firmly believed that this placed might as well have been a fortress to get into. It was a miracle in itself that he hadn't been caught yet. For the last two days he was stuck in the Enclave base under a false alias. And all this time, he spent it understanding the very layout of the base, which of course, was much larger than Alex had originally anticipated. Even places like the bathroom and the cafeteria were still a loss for him, as he usually had to accompany with another to find them. Even though Alex thoroughly hated the Enclave and everything that it supposedly stood for, he had to admit that even he was impressed how pristine the base was in comparison to the Wasteland. Take the place, and minus the enclave, and it would be almost like the vault where Alex was originally from, except more grim and dark. However, this wasn't the time to glorify on what the Enclaves had. Alex had work to do. After entering the main hallway, he turned right into one of the many security rooms. The layout wasn't the only thing that Alex looked for, he also kept and eye on people's schedules, and even the pipelines and the number of rooms that the base had. After twenty-five years of life, he had learned that even the number of steps on the stairs could be vital information during an espionage mission. Alex slipped into the room, knowing it'll be empty for the next ten minutes as the guard would go for a drink before attending to his duty. Before doing anything, Alex walked up to the keyboard, and immediatly started to type at the computer to access the security mainframe. Hacking the computer with the password 'Veronica', Alex slipped in a special CD into the disk reader which would just repeat video feed into the most essential places which Alex knew he had to go to obtain his objective and even his escape. After that was done, Alex went into one of the corners of the room, where a metal footlocker was placed conveniently over one of the vent grates after his arrival. Just enough for a man to crouch down and move through the ventilation system. It was fortunate that Thomas' suit was rather big, so that the sleeves hid Alex's pip-boy from view as long as he didn't make it suspicious. Pulling up the sleeve on his left arm, he clicked his pip-boy on to check the time before he moved the foot locker and opened the ventilation shaft. He ducked down into the metal lines, and made sure to place back the grate at the very least to cover his tracks. Alex moved just down the shaft and along the way, he picked up a bag that was waiting for him at the tri-point. Inside was a set of clothes that were better tailored to his size, and was black in color. Perfect for espionage. There was also a blue ski-mask to cover his mouth, and a beanie to cover his hair. After all, what as a spy if you can be identified easily. Along with the bag came with a couple of pulse grenades, a laser pistol, and enough batteries to give him a good number of shots, just in case he would be under suppressed fire. Alex prefered smaller guns, but laser weapons will do for now since that's all he could find. After only a minute or two to change, Alex was ready to move out. He followed the ventilation shaft down a myriad of turns, several drop offs to another level, all the while moving swiftly and quietly. However, Alex was lost after he reached a certain point. He couldn't map anymore of the place without security clearance, so now he was left to figure everything else out from here. However, upon hitting a dead-end, Alex was about to turn around when just outside one of the grates, he spotted a couple of people pass by the window. Alex squinted his eyes, and realized that it was him, Colonel Autumn. Alex heard of him many times, and all of his so-called accomplishments that resulted in people's death, as well as making Alex's blood boil. He just needed one shot to Autumn's head to make him satisfied. One shot, and it'll all be over for him, and the Wasteland will be free. However, The words that he spoke perked the young-man's interest. Something about a speical prisoner with a very much needed code. Once Autumn had gone from view, Alex gently unlocked the vent gate, peering left and right to find the room empty except with one security guard who was looking over the prisoner cells. He slipped out of the shaft and into the room, quietly. The man appeared to be intent in his watching or was simply not really paying attention. In a swift coarse of action, Alex snuck behind him and struck at the base of the neck, hitting that conscience nerve that immediately knocked the guard out for the next couple of hours. Alex checked the computers, and went into the security system. He identified the prisoner room that held the speical guest. It was easy enough to unlock the security measures, including the camera, the electronic locker, and even the door. The door unlocked with a hiss, signaling it's unlocked state. Alex decided to pay the man a visit. If he knew something about a code, maybe it was something relevant to him. Thus, he slipped out of the room, and hid in the shadows as he stepped into the prisoner hallway. There, of course were a couple of guards guarding the prisoner's door. Apparently, they heard not about the door being open. Hidden in the dark, Alex took his gun, and let off two shots. That was another thing he was glad to have an energy weapon for. They were much more silent than a ballistic weapon. Both marks struck true before the enclave soldiers could react, as the energy blasted through their uniforms and pierced their hearts, leaving Alex clear to enter the prisoner's room.