Chapter 3: Meetings
Saucerat led DE down a long flight of stairs. Looking back, he glanced at RANT, guarding the vault door with a Mossberg shotgun. Turning back towards
the long set of stairs, he strained his ears. If nothing else, years of computer gaming had taught him that sound was the first sign of danger, among
other things. He heard the clack of keys, and indiscernible chatter. He went down two flights of stairs before entering what might have once been a
nice, large family room. Now, it was torn assunder. In the center, there was heaped a near-pillar of computers and computer assescories on a circular
table, with six people sitting around it. Wires spewed out of the giant column of machinery in every direction. A bank of TV monitors lined the far
wall, with three more people standing watch at the black and while screens panned across various views of the estate. About a dozen people scurried
about the largish room.
“Welcome to the Command Center,” drawled a scarred and tattooed twenty-something with a vacant stare and a shade fo Texan accent. “Ah’m Lysergic. TDH
left me in charge of things while he co-ordinates thigns downstairs.”
“So, what’s you’re REAL name?”
“Doesn’t matter now. We stick to screenames. It’s easier. To remember, makes sure everyone knows each other.”
Lysergic stared at DeusEx for a few seconds, pursing his lips. He gestures vaguely at the fact that DE was armed. “Bring that sheeeit down to John
Bull. He’s the quartermaster now.”
Deus nodded and turned to Saucerat. He nodded and walked back out the door. Chatter followed about the room as Lysergic turned back to his duties.
“-reports are inconsistent.”
“-Gray is still missing, surr.”
“789 members still unaccounted for in North Ameri...”
“GODDAMN MOUSE!” The last comment was followed by a number of slamming noises. Deus continued on his way. Saucerat opened the door back to the
staircase, and they descended another two levels, talking.
“So, what’s the deal? Who’s in charge?”
“No one knows exactly. Things have been chaotic. Lysergic seems to be in charge of most things about topside, while TheDemonHunter works things out
down here in the Bunker.”
“So where is everyone?”
“Down in the silo. It’s about six stories of living space, plus what’s above. Two more stories are supply depots, and we have people acting as decoys
up in the model house. I think you might get stuck topside waiting for whoever to show up with me. It’s easy. We get the best beds, but we also catch
the worst of the #storm.”
“When did you get here?”
“About an hour before you did. That’s why I got stuck going out to meet you. Didn’t have tiem to unpack. They’ll let you keep a sidearm for being
topside, but everything else is put in inventory. That’s what they told me, at least.”
The pair walked down, and entered the second floor of the command area. Three quarters of the room was taken up by a caged off area. Near the front of
it was a regular desk, in which sat a man, hunched over his work with a banker’s light shining down on a multitude of notes. He mumbled to himself.
Behind him were racks and racks of guns, and many more empty. Crates, supplies and ammunition were seen piled further back.
AN older man, with greying hair and a number of wrinkles smiled up at them. He set down his papers, and picked a clipboard off of a nail rudely
hammered into the wall beside him.
“Yeah? Oh, hey boys. Who might you be?”
“DeusEx and Saucerat.”
“Oh, okay. Lemme see what you two have for me.”
With a little reluctance, the pair began to disarm. Saucerat went first, handing over his rifle, a smallish revolver and a long survival knife.
“Okay, Sauce- that’s one Model 700 with scope, a survival knife, and a Smith and Wesson Airlite. Jesus, what are you keeping?”
Saucerat grinned and revealed a previously hidden SigPro .40. The massive pistol had been hidden under his jacket.
“So you’re the writer-boy who kept pestering me? Thought you’d be shorter. Gimme those.”
DeusEx handed over his weapons with a smile.
“How’s things, old man? What’s the word?”
“Okay, katana black wrap black saya- nothin’ much, just got hauled out here from most of the way across the country. Okay, a Benelli Nova tactical,
extended mag and ghost rings sights...OH yeah, you two hear the latest from Genya?”
“What, he’s okay?”
“Better than that. He’s been emailing us almost every half hour. It’s chaos in Europe. Every country’s trying to make a land grab that isn’t locking
down and getting ready for the worst. Britain’s under the War Measures Act. Oh, and apparently... it wasn’t anthrax released the other day. The CDC
got bombed and now there’s all kinds of crazy # booting around.”
“CDC?” asked Saucerat.
“Center for Disease Control.”
“Yeah. You kids better get a move on. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your stuff nice and warm. And es, I know whose is which.”
With that, the two glanced worriedly at each other before heading back up the stairs to go talk to Lysergic. Things were much worse than they had once
appeared, and now the both of the them felt naked without their weapons. DeusEx’s FN Forty-Nine thumped hollowly against his exposed ribcage as he
ascended the hard, cold concrete staircase back to the Command Center.
There it is, third chapter. hope you all enjoy it. I know I asked permission from a number of people to use them in the story, but didn't use them
this chapter. I have a plan, don't you all worry. For now, this.
Oh, and if you're confused about teh bunker, teh specs are here.
Enjoy. Lots of feedback, please.