As they entered the Chrysler building, Cyprus saw what was once a place full of voices and bodies shuffling to and fro. A very busy place, indeed. Now, it was a shell of what it once was, deep holes in the ground, lights flickering, paint peeling off the walls and the ever-growing fear that someone or something was going to grab you and kill you. He had heard stories of what life was like before the War, how people would come to buildings just like these and do their jobs, all hoping to collect a paycheck at the end of the month, it seemed as though people were kinder to others back that, but if they were, the world wouldn't be the stinking, God-forsaken place it is now, now would it?<br/><br/>He and his troop moved to down the main hall and checked all the rooms for any sign of the Super Mutants, but they were nowhere to be found. "Looks like they thought wrong," said a knight, "I don't see any-"<br/><br/>He was cut off by the sound of a blunt object knocking him to the ground, which killed him on impact. They killer was non other that a really angry Super Mutant who was wielding a sledgehammer, he was then joined by two Super Mutant Masters, a group of mutant who were stronger and more powerful that Brutes. They charged at the rest of the team who was too busy blasting away to realize that they had no hope of surviving a head on collision with a Super Mutant, but luckily they managed to duck out of the way and ran for the door. Cyprus ran as well, but he was firing at them at the same time in the hopes of killing at least the Master.<br/><br/>As they made it for the door, Adrian managed to toss his only grenade at them. When it blew, it didn't kill any of the Mutants, but it gave them enough time to escape, and Cyprus enough time to blast at the only regular Super Mutant, killing it. The rest kept firing at the other Masters, who were returning the favor with more powerful versions of the miniguns that the Brotherhood had.