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Post by Eric Folsom on Feb 18, 2016 8:29:47 GMT -5
It was a new dawn as the group inside the White House awakened. Several shots coming from an automatic rifle could be heard several blocks away, far enough from their stronghold that they didn't have to worry about stray bullets flying through the bushes. Military patrols of the gates secured them in and any stray biter that tried to penetrate was easily dispatched at this point in time. The White House was no longer a place of power for one individual with such a high rank. No, that man was taken care of long ago and his body was fed to the corpses outside.
Now, it was a machine that lived and breathed from the like minded inside. Higher thought was encouraged with a heavy hand to enforce it. One does not just wander in. One is invited and when that invitation is extended, it cannot be refused. Death is usually the result of someone disregarding what Mr. Folsom had to offer inside. There was no time for indecision. No time for a long, emotional thought process. It was all about data and information. It was about analysis and more importantly about gathering those that could think linear. There were no artists here. No musicians. No poets and authors. This was a place for cold, hard facts and with a group of at least 75 living in and under the White House, their position was strong.
Sonya approached back towards the main building from the southwest entrance with two guards, another two approached from across the Ellipse and gave the all clear. These were her men, ones who had been with her from the beginning and ones that had survived the culling of the weak in her ranks. Strength was what made them strong, not weak members that had there doubt's on orders given or those who tried who tried to go above her. She gave the orders to her men and the only person she answered to was Mr. Folsom himself. Those who didn't agree with her code of practice met either two response, a beating from follow team mates in to submission or front line duty that gave a greater chance of a short life. She feed on the power she had and made sure she controlled every drop with in her ranks. But she wasn't a fool, she knew it was Mr. Folsom that gave it over all and also knew with out him she'd have nothing. To her the end had been a gift from god himself, an answer to her prayers from the possible convictions she faced for her brutally and she knew god by name Mr. Folsom.
As she approached the the other Guards one of them spoke,
"Area secure, despite an number of areas that when come spring will become a hazard do to a lack of a clear line of sight," His voice was muffled behind his mask, but Sonya knew clear what he said.
Sonya spoke " OK Henderson do a clean run around the grounds personally and get on to maintenance to have all areas rectified by end of day. I also want a detailed report on all areas that need attention. Make sure at least two men are present with the maintenance team at all times." Henderson nodded his head, knowing well not to question her in front of the men and knowing the out come if he did.
With that she waved her hand in the air for Henderson and the rest of the men to continue there security checks as she made her way towards the side entrance.
Post by Eric Folsom on Feb 24, 2016 16:20:24 GMT -5
Folsom strolled down the long corridors of the second floor where one picture of a president was off kilter. Slowly he approached, raising a brow that the frame had been tilted for some unknown reason. Of course, without regular maintenance the white house was getting older, but it was still a viable and very comfortable place to live. He pushed the picture slightly, back in place, to satisfy his constant need for perfection around him. It was the only way to keep civilization in this imperfect world.
His shoes were shine and his tie was straight. His jacket was neatly pressed and buttoned up as if he were preparing to leave for the office. But the only office was here, in this domain, the center of his universe and everyone else's that lived here. It had to remain secure and he had many here in charge of making sure that happened. Moving down the stairs without even a click of heels against the stairs, he went downstairs looking for Sonya. He wanted to make sure the grounds were clean. There had been rumors about raiders coming to town trying to take back D.C. and normally he would let them do whatever they wanted. But this was HIS city and they would have to abide by his terms. There was one fellow in particular he wanted to find, one that hid out from him and but a day ago that name was presented to him.
"Sonya, are you down here yet?" He knew she usually went out early and did missions but it seemed late enough that he could find her back at the house.
As Sonya entered the main building she paused in her tracks to take her helmet off and mask. Inside all her men were required to remove their helmets and face mask. It was required to prevent in case uninvited tried to sneak in wearing a uniform. As she proceeded her next stop was to the armoury were she would check in her A-15 rifle and do a quick check to see what equipment had been signed out that morning. Everything with in the room was stored in perfect order and with perfection to her requirement. As she handed her rifle over she signed her name to confirm the weapon was returned. The weapons officer double checked the signature, following the rules he was required to follow by the book and with the signature OK which it was everyday he unclipped the ammo cartridge before placing her rifle on the side table to be cleaned. As he returned to his desk he spoke the monotonous question he spoke everyday,
"Will you be keeping your sidearm Captain."
Sonya loved the sound of the word Captain, but most of all it was the respect that she feed off. As Sonya said Yes the weapon officer passed one more piece of useless paper work in his own eye's to be signed. She left her helmet on the counter in the unspoke request to have it checked and cleaned. With that Sonya left the room with a slight smile knowing all was with in order.
As she turned the the corner she noticed Mr. Folsom at the end of the stairs,
"Sonya, are you down here yet?"
"Right behind you Sir," She waited till he was facing her before she continued to speak." My apologies , just a few minor security issues that needed an addressing after my return. Nothing that will effect the security of the compound. "
Post by Eric Folsom on Feb 26, 2016 12:36:21 GMT -5
Eric looked at Sonya with a smile. He liked this woman. She was tough, she was efficient and she was smart as a damn whip. She was a smart choice for that position and she was respected.
"Oh? Anything I should be aware of?" She could handle situations as when it came to the security of the White House. Honestly, it wasn't just for him, it was for all of them. Everyone needed to keep this compound safe so they could all be comfortable and prepared for the positions given to them. He wanted his people alert and rested, not stressed and battle weary. That's what the soldiers under Sonya's control were for.
"Do you have a minute? I'm hearing things from the outside that I don't want to hear and someone that I want you to hunt down." He came a little closer, clasping his hands behind his back as he spoke to her. "In private." He didn't want anyone else hearing this conversation as he didn't want anyone to panic. There were a few nervous nellies in his group and the last thing he wanted to hear about was someone going rogue, behind his back, to capture the raider that he wanted. This was a job for Sonya. This was something she would enjoy.
Sonya listened carefully, not wanting to dare miss a word of what Mr. Folsom had to say and did not want to seem weak minded as result. As suggested she held her hand out to the left to a room she knew would be vacant were he could talk in private to her. She opened the door and entered first but she stopped at the door way. She took a quick glance around the room to make there was no danger and than stepped aside while holding the door open for Mr. Folsom.
As before she waited till he was facing her before speaking. All she really knew of Mr. Folsom was that he was with in the CIA before the fall, what part she was unsure off and what she did know was that he had as much hate as she did against the former order. His history was one thing she dared not to ask about, only questions she'd ask were to do with missions or security of the compound.
She placed her hands behind her back and held a military pose, " Nothing that will effect security of the Compound at present, I'm preparing for the coming spring to prevent foliage from comprising are line of sight. Will be done by end of day. "
She couldn't help but think about hunting someone down again, she almost smiled at the pleasure of the idea of a hunt and tracking a person down like a animal. Break there will and have them show how weak they were compared to her. It had been awhile since her last hunt and with it having the freedom to do as ones will to the prize.
Post by Eric Folsom on Feb 28, 2016 7:18:00 GMT -5
Folsom followed Sonya to a room to the left which was used as a debriefing room for the President and his staff. There was still bloodstains on the carpet that would likely never come out. It was also rumored that he didn't want the stains removed and that rumor was remarkably true. It was a suggestion and a sign that he meant business here. New people were brought to this room for judgement.
"Oh good. I don't like it when the weeds grow too tall. It gives outsiders the ability to watch too closely if you ask me." He continued to stand as he went to the large desk that still had presidential monograms, pictures and office supplies sitting on top. There, he leaned against it and crossed his arms across his chest.
"So I'm hearing there is a new band of raiders that is growing significantly in town. Out by Georgetown is what I'm being told by some of the patrols. They've occupied a few brownstones south of the Zoo and I've heard they've been heading east, towards the DC Armory to sniff around. That's a little too close for my comfort." He looked towards the window as the sun shone brightly through the white, whispy curtains.
"I've heard the name Argile spoken and I think that's the leader. I want you to find this Argile and bring him here. It's time for a bit of reckoning I think." He smiled as he looked at Sonya, who he knew could get the job done. "If he doesn't want to come willingly, then make him come anyways. Use your ...charms."
This had to be one of Sonya's favourite room's, she remembered the first time she entered and the face of those who tried to cower in fear with in the room. She even remembered the two secret service agents faces who died protecting the unworthy, she had almost felt sorry for them having to protect the weak that day and die with the unworthy. But she only felt sorry for a second as she now enjoyed watching her part in history. Most of all she enjoyed watching Mr. Folsom judgements on new members and watching them break when he finds them unworthy.
" It shall be done," The area Mr. Folsom mentioned she knew all to well, a year ago a different group had controlled that area and had met a brutal judgement by her own hands. The even idea of a group in crouching on there zone made her aggravated. There were a number of small groups that operated around there zone, but the clever ones knew all to well to stay clear and the price to those who enter. This knew group made her wonder if they were ignorant or foolish.
She also wondered if this Argile had any loved ones and how she could exploit them. " I do hope this Argile has a loved one, it will make them so much more corporative when they scream. "
She stood there for a second to think out the situation, " Is there any more information that may help with this assignment ? what is the aggressive level of this group ? "
Post by Eric Folsom on Mar 1, 2016 14:36:29 GMT -5
Eric leaned back a bit and recrossed one leg over the other as he looked at Sonya. He admired her. Not in a sexual way but in a respectful way. She was a fighter and she fought long and hard for what she wanted. When she spoke about wondering if he had any family it made him smirk even more.
"Maybe, if you find a wife or girlfriend, perhaps a brother or sister, you can bring them here first. Don't tell him, just bring them here. We'll get a little more out of them I'm sure."
He pushed away from the desk and went to the window where his fingers gently opened the whispy curtains, looking across the bushes that were growing a little too high for his liking. He liked being able to see out to see what was going on beyond the walls and guards.
"They are growing, that's all I know. There's at least thirty of them, maybe more. The men are armed and patrol around the Brownstones and from what I hear, they are starting to set up their own little community. Building walls and all that. Make nice. See if you can get in to talk terms. If he doesn't agree to them, then you do what you have to do."
Sonya listened to Mr. Folsom as if he spoke his gospel, every word she took in and paid attention to evey one. As he ran through his request to bring back a loved one, idea's quickly jumped in to her head but she kept from sharing them and all to aware she was jumping the gun. She needed to take the situation slowly and not jump the gun which could make things worse.
" Maybe a talk would be the best first option, I could easily send a team to intercept one of there patrols. Put a meeting with in reach of there camp, feeling close to home and safe might make them more willing to show more strength. Of course I'll line the area with my own men out of sight. Will I set up links to record all that happens as it happens for you."
She stood there still keeping her eyes on Mr. Folsom and wonder what he was thinking. What did he want with this man. If she had her way she'd already be on her way to deal with this group, from gathering dead in trailers to picking off patrols.
" There like the overgrowth, leave them for to long and they will destroy it all. Until I talk I'd like to send out the two Burks brothers to start gathering up some dead in the trailers. " It was one of Sonya's favourite tactics, release ranks of the infected on the enemy and let them lay siege for her. Waste the enemies ammo and prevent them from gathering food.
Post by Eric Folsom on Mar 9, 2016 20:00:23 GMT -5
Eric thought about her plan for a long moment, liking the idea. "See? This is why you're the smart one Sonya." He winked and grinned as he turned back to her, taking a few steps closer to her. He didn't touch her, he didn't touch anyone, just staring with eyes the same shade as an iceberg and just as cold as one.
The sun was getting warmer outside and he was happy to see the snow on the front lawn starting to melt. He did enjoy Sonya's presence and was already growing a little hungry.
"Join me for breakfast before you make any tactical moves? I can fill you in on a little more." He offered his arm to hers if she wanted to come with him towards the dining room. He used the presidential china that was always used for state dinners and diplomatic events. It was an insult to injury. Everyone was allowed to use the formal presidential china for daily meals. "There's, other things, I wish to discuss with you also. It's time we started to grow." He wanted to capture her attention for the next hour and show some cards that he had been mulling over and wanting to play. Like an intense game of poker, he was ready to start winning.
Sonya remained still as a rock and even his comment of her been the smart one paid little effect. It wasn't that she had no emotion, it was just that she hide it from those around her and her love life was a different case altogether.
"Join me for breakfast before you make any tactical moves? I can fill you in on a little more." She remained close to him as he spoke and as they existed the room. "There's, other things, I wish to discuss with you also. It's time we started to grow."
Sonya couldn't help but wonder what he ment by grow, she had felt like questioning him more about it but she knew he'd explain in time and with hope over breakfast, but she let him guide her to breakfast.
Since the fall she had picked up the name 'The Red Widow' from her men for a reason, the name even spread to some local groups and fear along with it. It was only a few with in her men who understood the real meaning behind it and they dared not spread the real reason behind it. Sexual interaction with Sonya normally resulted in one out come with similar outcomes to those of a the Widow spider. The nick name soon spread to her men, with every one of her men in the same clothing and face's covered the nickname stuck to them too.
" On another note, my men seemed to of picked up the name the Red Widows. I'd like to make that official and mark are security vehicle's with a red hour glass. To prevent mix up with the weak group and to high light are presents."[/I]
Post by Eric Folsom on Mar 13, 2016 9:22:37 GMT -5
Eric smiled as Sonya agreed to breakfast with him. He pulled away from her and led her towards the double doors that opened to the grand entrance hall. It was a picture that was often times seen in pictures and video, but that visage was no more. It was a little dingier, even though he tried to keep things clean around here. It was far more difficult to do that and he wasn't going to be a stickler about that. They had far bigger fish to fry rather then worry about the paint getting old and the brass staining.
He led her down a hallway where the red carpet was still vibrant, although worn from the boots going back and forth on it until they reached the state dining room. It was huge and there was a bit of an echo in the room. He led her to the end of the table and could already smell the eggs and greens that were being cooked en masse for the residents of the white house. Pulling out a seat, he sat down and one of the kitchen helpers, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt came out to deliver water and coffee.
"Red Widow? Seems a bit ominous but I like it. Sounds almost like a comic book super villain." He chuckled as he sat back, waiting for the food to come out. "Things could use some sprucing up around here I suppose. If you raid a paint store, grab other supplies. Some of the manual labor around here has been pretty lazy. They need things to do."
He let that sink in for a moment, allowing her request to be fulfilled before continuing on with his need to tell her about his plans.
"So, once we take care of this little uprising in Georgetown, I want to start focusing beyond the confines of out little city here. It's time to find allies beyond the state. I'm not quite sure how I plan to do that just yet, but I want traveling caravans to go out and find other cities, other groups, other...communities. They should know about us and what we have to offer here." And that was the big question. He knew what he wanted and he also knew if they found other communities, he would wrangle control before they even knew what hit them.
As Sonya sat down she took a drink from the coffee the lady had just offered. As the lady then proceeded to place down the water down Sonya blanked the woman all but expecting to be waited over hand and foot. Her view was that she was above them and with out her as the corner stone everything would fall apart.
She listened carefully as Mr. Folsom spoke, " You'll fail," realising what she just said she continued " What I mean is your idea is good but with out an opposition that threatens them there is no hope of success. This is the land of opportunity and everyone loves a bit of competition." She sat back as finally an idea for Georgetown came in to picture. " The problem is the bigger we grow the bigger the chance is others will have the same idea than of expansion, but if we control the opposition than we can set events in are favour." She stopped to take a drink of her coffee." Maybe Georgetown should be the victim of a group that have formed a name for themselves in the area called the Widows and than when there at there weakest point of breaking we come along in are stars and stripes to offer military aid from this group. When were finished the people will be seeing you as the saving grace and there leaders hands will be next to tied. Than we'll have an event to show other communities the benefit of your leadership. " She paused to let her plan sink in before continuing," If the plan fails, we can always kill all the rats and start a new."
Post by Eric Folsom on Mar 17, 2016 14:35:59 GMT -5
As far as luxuries were concerned, eating a fulfilling brunch was not what they were going to do. Their breakfast would be made of fresh, scrambled eggs, sliced apple and pre-packaged danishes that had been scavenged from a convenience store somewhere. He made sure those were the types of things brought in and out of the kitchen and rationed out well. Her danish was cherry, his was rasberry. It didn't matter if she didn't like it. She would be expected it eat it anyways. At least the eggs were nice and hot.
"Why don't we test out your theory first? You get the group of widows together to attack and I'll have another group to 'dismantle' them as it were. We'll be their worst enemies and biggest heroes all in one swoop. I can live with that." He raised is coffee cup to cheers her idea before taking a sip.
"And if that plan fails, we'll move on to mine. I do however, still want to find a few scouts to go start scouring outside D.C. to see what they can find. A small convoy, maybe 5 people, just to start sniffing around. I want to see what people have done for themselves. Maybe stay close, head south. I want to know what kinds of walls they are building, supplies they are getting and if they are growing plentiful crops. Virginia and North Carolina are close by."
He continued to eat, adding just a little salt and a little pepper to each one.
"Hell, I may even go myself. I should get out more often."
As she sat there she finally became aware of the lady serving them, now she paid attention to the lady serving the food, the lady looked younger than her and intrigued her too with her innocent look about her. It was Mr. Folsom that snapped her back to reality as he spoke to which Sonya replied,
" If the plan works with this group it may give us more control when other groups around us also seek protection when they see the good you've done. Plus it be nice to have more heads near by if you ever decide to start draften people. "
As the lady placed down the plate Sonya remained focused on Mr. Folsom as she made sure her hand touched the ladies and felt the warmth of her skin. Flash's of her early morning knife work brought a smile to her face.
" Do you want protection and are you going low key."
As she finally looked at the lady as she pulled away, she felt the warmth of the ladies hand and fresh pale look that excited her more. If she had a chance to be alone with her, she could only imagine the wonders she could do with a knife with her like the guy she kept for the last week locked up down town. She had kept a marriage ring as a souvenir. Suddenly it was that taught that remained her,
" O that reminds me I came across a person this morning," it was a pure lie, she had found him a week ago and locked him up in her locked up apartment down town. It was a hour a day but she had her fun and now an new ring." He had a D.C Police vest on with the name Burk on the inside. He told me he found it in a squad car up north with Washington DC Police on it. I spoke to Burk he told me he taught he left it in the squad car the day we attacked, he gathered it just got misplaced and knew little else. I believe someone may of escaped the day we freed these grounds. " She was still unsure if he knew of her secret lock up down town and wasn't about to ask, the only ones who knew were the brothers and they were already downtown disposing the body.
(Hope not too far out, plus did small bit of clean up on post, didn't change anything major. Only cleaned up some small details I wasn't happy with)
Post by Eric Folsom on Mar 22, 2016 17:39:03 GMT -5
"I agree with you Sonya. If we get control over this group then we can certainly learn how to wrangle control over others. I'm interested in starting small. Smaller groups will be easier to control. We lay down rules, we give them a little leeway, but ultimately, we rule over them. We'll protect them. That will be a big plus for them."
He took another bite of his danish, washing it down with coffee. "I'll go low key. Maybe dress down a bit. No suit and tie. People don't trust men in suits. I know I wouldn't if I had to deal with that bullshit out there."
He listened as she spoke about someone caught with one of the officer's police vest. He didn't like it when people misplaced their uniforms or pieces of it.
"You think he is one of the attackers then? This man that stole Burk's vest?" If that were the case, he would want her to bring him to the White House so he could deal directly with the attackers. "You go and get this fellow if that's the case. I'll deal with Burk in the meantime." He was not playing any games and everyone had to live by his rules or they knew where the door was. Not that they would have a choice.
Sonya took a bite from her danish, thinking her words carefully and wanted to make sure she didn't trip over her own lie. Sure she had the right words she spoke.
” The man who took the vest is no one of importance, he died of infection but before he died I got out that he found it a year and half ago. I believe the person who took the vest and car was one of the President's Secret Service that escaped. The trail is long cold, I only found this by chance, my worry is if this person is still alive and still walking. Well he might be telling a different story when we liberated the White House, one that may not help your expansion. “
Sonya paused as she took a sip of her coffee. She liked the idea of expanding but she was a realist, food and men were the problem. Her men were people she trusted with her life, the problem was that every person assigned to a task meant less experienced men to defend the White House.
” I know a few small groups, but the problem is men and getting them to understand the need for sacrifice. We need to fix those into the need of strength, reprogram if you will and if need be set up training camps outside our walls. Without an army we will have nothing to protect are ideals. ”
She took another bit of the danish as she taught back again to the slice and dice she did that morning on the man who had the vest. The taught of the work she did would keep her going for a few days. As she sat there she taught to herself, what if he does leave for a bit and maybe she’d get a chance to play with her knifes with the girl serving food. With a smile she continued,
” Now back to you wanting to travel, I won't argue with your request to travel outside and see things first hand. She paused to take a sip of her coffee before continuing,” But I be lying to say it's safe to travel outside, would you like me to travel with you in case things go wrong?”
Last Edit: Mar 23, 2016 16:56:16 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Eric Folsom on Mar 30, 2016 17:18:49 GMT -5
Eric sat back and listened as she spoke about the jacket that suddenly became invalid. He shrugged and drank his coffee as he turned his head and stared down to the end of the table. They were finishing their breakfast and he had a lot of things on his mind this day.
One of the chefs had come to him a few days prior worried about food. They needed more and scavenging was becoming far more dangerous and far too wide spread. They needed to start finding their own sources and those sources were area farms. He wanted to hit Virginia, Maryland and North Carolina to find sustainable sources.
"Yes, I think you could join me. First, I want you to make contact with Argile. Once that's done, we need to start going outside the city. We need farms. That's a priority for me. People who have them will benefit from what we offer."
He turned back to look at her knowing that was going to take some time. "Find men. Bring them here, train them, prepare them to go to these places and start setting up protection zones. I want them trained in hand-to-hand combat and one for negotiations in case others wish to take what we are striving to protect."
She sat and took in every word that Mr Folson had to say, she saw Agile as little more than a minor issue and nothing that couldn't be easily solved.
” I'll work on a plan of attack against the new group after breakfast, while I'm working on it I'll have Harrssion start hitting their patrols and the brothers to herding the dead in their direction. So by fourth-eight hours we’ll have you helping the group from the widows and talking with Aigilia with the upper hand. I have the perfect two men set up for been killed, the two you asked me to keep an eye on before. There lacking strength over the last day, there becoming weak and continue talking about there good old days.”
As he talked about food she could only agree, that was a problem that needed to be solved sooner than later and before things got tight.
” I agree, there's that small group at Guston Cove, there doing well with the fishing and have only been taken what they need. “ She took a drink of her coffee,[/b]” Hassion is on a first name basis with them, from what he says there not looking the fighting type and that's the only reason there not see as a danger. With a few tricks of the hand I can get them asking for protection. Then I'll have them under control, that will give us some fresh fish for short term means to keep us afloat if needed.”[/b]
She remained seated as her head worked ninthy on ideas,” What people want is protection, that's the only reason there in these weak leaded groups and when you show strength there prayers will be answered. What do you think of starting a front on the propaganda side and use any media we can. ” That side she new little of, hers was the tactical side and that side was his area of expertise she hoped.
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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