Al-Ghaihr wrote:Russian-America wrote:SNIP
Rebuilt White House, High Point, ICA
Pres. Mallicoat was sitting at his desk when his terminal started flashing with a message received button from the Vault's terminal. He pressed open on the message to reveal a message from the mysterious Institute that people have spoken so much about. He decided, since they were so technologically advanced that he was going to go for the gold, not the silver that the Institute leader offered. He begun typing a reply to the message.Dear Director Johann Brown,
We will be pleased to give you supplies, Med-X to fix the medicine shortage in the Commonwealth. However, Med-X is hard to produce by us here in High Point even though we can grow poppies and extract the opium from them. We can make a variety of various opiate medications but it's very labor intensive for us as it's a seed to syringe process. So, if we are to get something in return. We expect the very best technology you can deliver. We will begin shipping as soon as you reply to this message. But do keep in mind. I say the very best, not the outdated thrown to the back technology.
Luke Mallicoat
President of the Islamic Commonwealths of America
White House
1600 Main Street
High Point, Carolina Commonwealth
Islamic Commonwealths of America
Institute Directors Office, Underground Institute, Institute Commonwealth
He had cleverly deceived the Institute director into thinking that Med-X was much harder to produce and he knew that the Institute held Synths, many rumors from the north had spread down. He wanted a piece of the pie so he could reduce manpower in the Islamic American standing army and give some men time at home with their families. But he didn't want to start an all out war with the Institute as he had heard about the Brotherhood-Institute war and how they acquired an airship.
Johann Brown was just finishing another round of Med-X as he read the message that just came into his office. He shouted "Goddamnit, those fucking motherfuckers. They want our Gen-4s. I know it." before the euphoric effects of the Med-X kicked in. He felt the happiness and bliss of the drug. His mood changed. "More.. I need more, fine.. I'll agree to this damn deal.." and ordered that two Synth Gen 4's be deactivated and sent to the Islamic Commonwealth of America via Vertibird along with a Gen 4 prototype in exchange for 200 syringes of Med-X. This was the deal, either he'll have his Med-X peacefully or he'll take it by force.
As the effects of the drug wore off. He readied another round of Med-X to inject into himself as he begun speaking over the intercom. "Pilots, proceed to Boston Airport and move the packages into the cargo Vertibirds for immediate departure." and injected another round. He'd one day overdose maybe, but he didn't give a shit.
Boston Institute AIrport, Institute Commonwealth
A couple of synths performing the simple task of rolling four crates of Gen-4 synths onboard the cargo Vertibird was seen on the airport grounds along with two pilots exchanging cigarettes and smoking. Shortly after the synths finished. The pilots finished their smokes and hopped in the Vertibird, activating the rotors. It begun to take off from Boston Institute Airport. It turned to face North Carolina while reaching an altitude of 5,000 well enough to avoid the glowing sea. The rotors spun into the forward position and it flew off into the distance.
The hours long journey to High Point, North Carolina begun. How would the presence of the Institute in a place so far down south be tolerated? What would happen to the synths that would be given to the ICA? Director Brown wondered. He also pondered the idea of war with the ICA. But, he decided that was too risky given they had the power to take them down. It was better to cave into their demands to feed his addiction. After-all, it would be better than losing the war and the Institute being destroyed and being in some cell suffering from opioid withdrawals.