~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><i>Back at the <b>Hoover Dam</b></i><br/><br/>As D and Antonio traversed row upon row of power generators tied to the dam itself, most if not all of the stationed guards ignored their passage. After what seemed like five minutes of driving but what was assuredly less, the Jeep came to a halt in front of what was some office space built into the end of the structure. The driver promptly got out and opened the door for D, Antonio and his dog to disembark.<br/><br/>The driver escorted them to the door, opened it after entering a code but remained outside while letting the Trio enter, D leaving some of his solider team outside as well. Antonio and D walked in staring at the back of what looked like a high ranking NCR leader in military fatigues with his hands clasped to the small of his back. The sounds of the generators whirling outside and likely providing power to New Vegas seemed to create an effective mask to listening devices if there were any.<br/><br/>"Fanya is risking a lot with this drop but cutting to the chase, this is pretty damn big... No pun intended." he said gruffly turning around and stroking his chin full of beard. He pushed forward a stack of fascimiles of communiques with names attached to them. Names like Thule and various others.<br/><br/>"I'm sure you know Thule but the other names are equally important as they are all key members of other influential organizations like Ceasar's and others.... All working together apparently." He continued to stroke his chin as he looked at Antonio and D.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><i>In the <b>stasis chamber</b></i><br/><br/>The Fuk Twins were first to speak up this time, one was stroking the other's member to full length, apparently to help keep that twin calm.<br/><br/>"She is one of Thule's latest experiments! Project twenty-one he called her." They both shared one sentence each.<br/><br/>The woman-come-autonomoton turned her head to all that was giving attention to her with the intent questions they were posing. Fanya looked on in wonderment as Project Twenty-One turned her markings that Duos was looking for becoming visible briefly but long enough.<br/><br/>Her eyes flittered across the group as she spoke, "I will assist you with his end.... " then looking at Sue, "a courtesy." she said without apparent emotion.<br/><br/>Fanya looked back at the group and I mumbled, "I would say she's alive... " then looked back at the Ghoul to gauge the groups sentiment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>