In a few minutes, however,  Cyprus could be seen leaving the compound again. This time he was a group of Journeymen who were equipped with Gatling lasers, and all he had was a a dusty old CZ53 minigun that jammed when he needed it the most. They had walked a few miles down 42nd street and made it towards the Chrysler Building, which was said to have been a Super Mutant camp. "Cyprus?" asked Journeyman Adrian, "You seemed troubled."<br/>"I'm not trouble," he replied as he gripped the handles of the gun tighter, "I'm just thinking, that's all."<br/>"My brother was among the dead, you know."<br/>Cyprus stopped ad faced Adrian, "I'm sorry for your lose, Adrian. I had no idea that-"<br/>"It's nothing," Adrian interrupted, "he always said he wanted to die a knight, in this armor."<br/>"But still, you must be sad about it." This time the others stopped to listen in on the conversation.<br/>"I am, but I choose to not let my emotions get ahead of me. Just like you."<br/>Cyprus sighed and continued to move towards the building.<span style="font-style: italic">Was this really all worth it?</span>He thought,<span style="font-style: italic">Was all this death and destruction necessary?</span><br/><br/><br/>They pressed on, wondering what the danger might be inside of that building. For all they may know it might not have a single thing at all. Or, it might have all of the Super Mutants still in New York under it. There's only one way to find out, however, and Cyprus didn't like that way.