New Vegas: Sheason's Story

Chapter 65: That Lucky Old Sun

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The next thing I knew, a sound like a jackhammer thundering in my skull was blasting me awake - followed swiftly by the sensation of falling face first onto the floor.

"OW! Fuckin'... the fuck is that noise?" I blinked wearily, clutching my head and trying to get my bearings. I was still outside, on the roof... I must have fallen asleep up here last night. Now, if I could just figure out what that noise was.

I tried to ignore the ringing in my skull... or was... hang on, that noise wasn't a jackhammer or... what was that? Was that more bugle music?

"Wait a sec, I recognize that tune. Is that... that's reveille, isn't it?" It certainly sounded like it, and I've seen enough old world war holotapes to recognize the tune, but... why would someone be playing that at this ungodly hour?

"Ugh... fuck," I grumbled, trying to cough some phlegm loose. My back and countless other joints in my body creaked and popped worryingly as I moved. "Might as well get moving... I wonder if Raquel managed to get me that Jeep?"

"Hey, Arcade?" I rapped my knuckles against his door. "You up? I wanna get moving to Helios. Sooner we go, sooner we can get back." I didn't get a response, but I did hear some strange grunts and someone shuffling from inside.

"Morning Shea," I heard Veronica speak up from behind me. "Arcade still not up yet?" I turned around to look at her, and saw that ED-E was hovering near her as well.

"I'm not sure," I said with a shrug. "I heard something from in there..." I banged on the door again, a bit harder this time. "C'mon man, we're ready to go. You comin' or what?" Almost immediately, the door opened.

"I'm here, I'm here, keep your shirt on..." Arcade said as he slid the door open with his foot, and putting his shirt on, ironically enough. "What's up? What's going on?" He reached for a spot next to the door and grabbed his labcoat.

"I was just wondering if you were ready to go or not," I said simply.

"Hmm?" Arcade started to put on his white coat, but paused, as if thinking. He seemed a bit.. I dunno. Distracted maybe? "Oh! Right, the Helios thing. Sure, I'm ready to go."

"You alright?" Veronica asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Arcade said with a smile. Wait - Arcade smiled?!

"You sure?" Veronica didn't seem convinced. "It's just that you seem a little... odd this morning, that's all." It seemed like Arcade was going to protest further when we were all interrupted by the sound of another voice from inside Arcade's room.

"Arcade?" The voice was followed by Doc Argyll appearing out of the darkness. "You getting out of here?"

I'm sure that I expected a great many things this morning, but a shirtless Doc Argyll in Arcade's room was way down on that list.

"Yeah, going to help this loser..." Arcade smirked, pointing at me over his shoulder with his thumb. "...get into Helios. We'll probably be back this afternoon."

"Alright," Argyll nodded with a smile. "We'll talk later?"

"Sounds good. I'd like that," Arcade gave Argyll a peck on the cheek (to which Argyll responded by swatting Arcade on the behind as he left), adjusted his glasses, and strut past me with an expression of infinite smugness. When he passed Veronica however, he merely high-fived her outstretched hand.

"I'll be honest, I... did not see that coming," I said, finally finding my voice. Arcade turned back to smirk at me.

"You know, Sheason, just because you don't see something doesn't mean it doesn't happen." He pushed his glasses back up his nose. "So, are we going or what?"

When the three of us and ED-E arrived at the motorpool, the shock had finally worn off. Arcade was usually so cold and calculating, and didn't seem to like to let anyone in. Usually, it's all business with him... it was odd, knowing that he actually had real human emotions.

Still. Good for him. Maybe now he'll loosen up a bit.

"Good, I was wondering when you three would show up." Raquel said, peeking out from under the half-open garage door of the motorpool. She pushed the garage door up and out of the way completely with one hand, and tossed me a set of keys with another. "Here's your ride. I expect you to bring it back in exactly the same condition as you found it. Clear?"

"Crystal," I said with a nod as I walked around the Jeep. Like the other ones I'd seen, it was green with a large white star inside a circle painted on the hood, and it had no roof. On the sides, above the back wheels, I saw... hang on, those look like gas cans. I was about to ask, when Raquel beat me to the punch.

"You probably won't need it," Raquel said, grabbing the gas can I was staring at, and holding it up in front of me. "But here's some extra fuel. I'd much rather you use this than have my Jeep come back all full of holes. I've seen that wreck of yours that Hamilton's been fawning over."

For the second time in as many hours, I was rendered speechless. Was that... no, it couldn't be...

"Is that what I think it is?" Arcade asked.

"What?" Raquel looked back and forth at the three of us, confused. "It's just a can of diesel. What's the problem?"

"How... how is that possible?" Veronica asked; out of the corner of my eye, I saw that everyone else had the same look of shock and surprise that I'm sure was plastered on my features. "I thought the planet ran out of petroleum reserves over 200 years ago!"

"It's biodiesel, made out of corn," Raquel said simply.

"What." I was so confused, I couldn't put any inflection in my words.

"There are several miles worth of tunnels under the base," Raquel explained with a sigh. "It's almost like Vault 34 down there, but not quite as big. There are several dozen underground greenhouses for growing crops, and a refinery we use to process what we grow into fuel. Some of the cars in the motorpool use those nuclear-electric engines like in your junker, but most of the engines we use are diesel. More reliable, and less vulnerable to an EMP." She looked back and forth between us after her explanation. Eventually she just sighed, and rolled her one good eye, walking off.

"Just bring it back in one piece, outsider."

When we got clear of the bomb range that was the approach to Nellis' front gate (and the Jeep stopped threatening to toss us out of the car - seriously, was the suspension made out of rocks or something?) and back onto mostly unbroken tarmac, I decided to ask a question that had been on my mind since last night.

"Hey, Veronica? I've got a question for you."

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"Shoot," she said from her spot in the passenger seat.

"Do you know a Lorenzo in the Brotherhood?" As soon as I mentioned his name, Veronica seized up, and her eyes went wide as pie plates. Her mouth worked up and down a few times, but no noise came out.

"Lor- how do you know that name?" Veronica looked deathly pale. More than usual, at least. I pointed to ED-E, who was flying ahead of us and blasting music from the radio out of his speaker grille.

"I got contacted by some guy called Lorenzo yesterday. He claimed to be in the Brotherhood, and hacked into ED-E to give me a message." I glanced over at Veronica, trying to gauge her reaction. Even in profile, I could tell she was working hard to keep her expression passive. "Know anything about that?"

"I... er... well... yes. Lorenzo is a Senior Knight in charge of the repairs and maintenance wing at..." Veronica cast a glance behind her, toward Arcade. She cleared her throat. "What did he want?"

"Same thing April Martimer wanted," I said, looking at Arcade in the rear view mirror. His only response was to raise an eyebrow. He didn't look nearly as nervous as Veronica about this revelation. "Does that name ring any bells, Arcade? After all, she said she was from the Followers."

"Uh, yeah, I know April. She used to work at the Fort, but I think she's working at a small outpost just outside Henderson." Arcade adjusted his glasses and rubbed his chin. "Why, did she contact you too?"

"Yeah. Same way - using ED-E as a radio. They both seem to think he has some kind of important information inside his metal chassis. They weren't too specific about what it was for, though." Both Veronica and Arcade seemed to perk up at that.

"Well, you know, you did promise the other day to take me back... er, home." Veronica glanced back at Arcade again. She was being very careful not to mention Hidden Valley in front of him... "Maybe you can bring ED-E with us, and Lorenzo can take a look at him?"

"Uh, excuse me," Arcade leaned forward. "But do you really want to give the Brotherhood more old-world tech? I think they have enough. I'm sure that the Followers would make better use of it, whatever it is. We can use it to actually help the people of the wasteland. Besides, they'll take that bucket of bolts apart piece by piece, you'd never see it again."

"Hang on, that's not fair!" Veronica practically shouted, shifting in her seat to face Arcade.

"Didn't think you'd have a problem with that, Arcade," I growled, getting annoyed. "I thought you didn't trust ED-E."

"I don't," Arcade said simply. "I'm still waiting for the day it blows a fuse and tries to kill all of us. But it's proven useful... on occasion. And you seem attached to it. Seems a shame to waste a resource like that."

"Look, Arcade... I know we've had this kind of conversation before the last couple of days," Veronica's voice was level. Too level, actually; she was obviously straining to maintain civility. "But I know Lorenzo. He's not stupid. Whatever the data ED-E has, I'm sure it's dangerous. He wouldn't have contacted Sheason otherwise. You may not agree with the Brotherhood's methods, but I hope you can understand our motives. It's bound to be safer in-"

"Just because something can be weaponized, doesn't mean it will be, Veronica," Arcade cut her off, raising his voice. "You've said the Brotherhood wants to keep dangerous technology out of the wrong hands, and I admit, I can respect that. But the problem is that, in the Brotherhoods eyes, everything from the old world is potentially dangerous technology!"

"ED-E is a piece of military hardware!" Veronica retorted back. "What if it's plans for a superweapon? ICBM launch codes? Power armor designs? Because that's probably what it is. How exactly would the Followers use something like that for the betterment of mankind?"

"Stop it! Both of you! Could I say something before you two come to blows?" I practically yelled. Both of them leaned away and shut up, staring at me. "I wasn't planning on turning over my friend to anyone! So you can stop arguing about that right now."

"Your... friend?" Arcade seemed surprised. Why would he be surprised. "Sheason... it's a robot. It's an inanimate object, it's just a tool."

"No. No he isn't," I said, watching ED-E in front of us. He was bobbing along, apparently oblivious to us talking about him; I could hear the music from the radio from here. "He is not a tool. He's my friend, and I'm not going to hand him over to the first yahoo that calls me just because they think he might have something useful."

"So... why did you ask us?" Veronica asked, softly. She looked... almost guilty.

"Because I wanted to know if you two knew who was trying to hijack my buddy. And I was hoping either of you might have suggestions on how to stop it from happening again."

"So, that's Helios One, huh?" I asked as the power plant came into view. Veronica nodded. Two things jumped out at me about the power plant. The first (or, at least, the most obvious) was the large tower in the center of the facility. I'm not entirely certain why, but the shape of it put me in mind of an olive stuck on the end of a toothpick... or a head on a spike.

The other thing I noticed was the squat, square, and mostly brick building on the far side of the tower. That's strange... since when does a solar power station have smoke stacks?

"Yeah, that's it..." Veronica said, grabbing the top of the windshield and standing up to get a better look at the approaching building. "That's strange..."

"What is?" I heard Arcade say from his spot in the back seat.

"It's just... I expected to see more NCR troops around..." For some reason, she looked concerned about that. I just shook it off and drove us closer to the power plant, bringing the Jeep to a stop about 50 feet away from the perimeter fence. Even from here, I could tell... we weren't going to be able to just cut through it and sneak in to get the spare parts. So much for those bolt cutters I brought...

It was almost like... I don't know. The fence was so heavily reinforced, and topped with both barbed wire and a coil of razor wire, it made it seem like the defenses surrounding a military base, not a power plant. And the fence looked old - there's no way the NCR had put that in place. No wonder the Brotherhood had set up shop here before the NCR kicked them out.

"Alright, so how are we getting in here?" I asked, hopping out of the Jeep as it ticked itself cool. "You said you had a plan, right Arcade?"

"I certainly do," Arcade dropped off the back of the Jeep, and walked past me toward the massive brick building in the distance. "The trick here is to let me do the talking. Just follow my lead, and we'll get in no problem."

"Follow you - hang on, since when did you become this criminal mastermind, master of deception?" Veronica asked, holding back a laugh. As she spoke, she adjusted her robe to make sure her armor and power fist were properly hidden underneath the burlap folds.

"Nothing criminal about it," he replied. "And you don't have to hide the power fist. In fact, the more visible it is, the easier this will probably go." I tried thinking about that for a minute... and that didn't make sense. This whole situation seemed back-asswards. What the fuck was Arcade planning?

"Is this the same reason you asked me to drive down here in full kit, with the marksman carbine slung over my shoulder, along with the three pistols and the submachine gun under my trenchcoat?" I asked.

"I just asked you to make sure you looked dangerous before we left. You're the one who took that to extremes. But yes," Arcade nodded. "Trust me. This is going to work." Famous last words, but whatever. I looked around, trying to find the floating robot that had dominated our conversations earlier.

"Hey, ED-E? You around, little buddy?" Almost immediately, the flying metal ball zoomed through the air over my head, and came to a stop next to me with a beep. "I think you might need to make yourself scarce for a while, alright?" In response, ED-E let out a burst of that triumphant marching music, and disappeared with a crackle of ozone.

A few minutes later, the three of us were at the front door of Helios One. In front of the door was a hastily constructed checkpoint - a pillbox bunker made out of scrap metal and reinforced with mountains of sandbag barricades, and a small pole with the flag of the NCR off to one side. There were three troopers that I could see. One of them - a female whose green beret and metal bars on her collar indicated she was a lieutenant - got up from the bunker when she noticed our approach.

"Alright, that's far enough," she held out one hand, resting the other on the rifle slung across her chest. "This is a restricted area. State your business."

"I'm here to help with the power plant situation," Arcade stated plainly. "A colleague of mine contacted me, and said the NCR was looking for any sort of help to get Helios One up and running again. I'm here to make good on my promise." The lieutenant raised an eyebrow, first looking Arcade up and down, and then looking between Veronica and myself.

"Uh-huh," She didn't sound convinced. "And who are these two? Lab assistants?"

"Oh, of course not," Arcade waved it off, smiling at her. "These two are merely my bodyguards. The wasteland can be a very dangerous place, especially for a man of letters such as myself. Wouldn't you agree?"

"A man of -" The lieutenant paused, then shook her head and sighed. "Okay, yeah. I'm sure you know Rivas... Look, if you're at all serious about trying to help us, head inside and talk to the idiot with sunglasses in the back of the building. He's been trying to get this place running for months now, and hasn't made any forward progress."

"The idiot with sunglasses?" I whispered under my breath to Veronica. She just shook her head and shrugged.

"Don't worry, we will," Arcade smiled at her again, making his way to the front door. "Thank you again, miss...?"

"Haggerty. Lieutenant Haggerty. Now go on, get moving, this place isn't going to fix itself." Arcade and I were about to enter the building when I heard Veronica's voice sound off from behind me.

"Uh... excuse me. Before we head in, I was actually wondering... shouldn't there be more people than this defending this place?" She seemed... I don't know, a little nervous. Maybe she was afraid she's let slip that she was a member of the Brotherhood. I motioned for Arcade to go on ahead. I figured I should stay close - knowing my luck and Veronica's short fuse, one wrong word and we'd end up cleaning away all the pieces of the NCR soldiers we'd be forced to fight with a mop if I didn't keep her on a leash. So to speak.

"You're right, there should be more troops here," the Lieutenant said, bitterly. "But we're not getting much power out of the plant, so none of our enemies have a big interest in it either. Not like Hoover Dam, anyway. We had a real fighting force here just long enough to take it from the Brotherhood of Steel. Then, they got sent east to the Dam just like everybody else."

"What about Legion?" I asked, stepping in. "Do the forces on this side of the river ever attack?" Haggerty shrugged.

"Caesar's Legion sends skirmishers every so often. Prodding for weaknesses, mostly. The hell of it is, if they really wanted this place, we'd all be dead. And if we end up losing the Dam, then... well... this little patch of nowhere might end up being our last stand. Not really an appealing prospect, but... I have my orders."

The interior of the power plant was a maze. Fortunately, Veronica knew her way around and helped us navigate the labyrinth-like corridors quite easily. Her silence as she led us past offices that had been converted into barracks or storage rooms, however, was quite disconcerting.

"Hey, V? You alright?" I asked quietly, keeping pace behind her.

"Yeah, I'm..." She swallowed hard. "I just... it seemed like they put in a lot of effort to... you know... kick us out of our home. Now it's like they don't even want it."

"Shit, V... I'm... you alright?" I was mentally kicking myself. I'd been so concerned with getting new solar panels, that I hadn't thought what bringing Veronica back to this place might do to her.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll be fine." The quiet way she said it told me that was just blatant lies. "It's just... it was hard enough seeing my home taken over and finding out how many of us had died... I never imagined it would be harder seeing it so... empty." She waved it off, trying to smile weakly to reassure me. "I'm fine. Just bad memories. I won't let it get in the way."

"Still..." I set a hand on her shoulder as we walked; it seemed to calm her down some, at least. "I'm sorry. For whatever that's worth, I am."

"Thanks," Veronica said, quietly. "I appreciate it."

"So, how much longer till we can get those solar panels?" I heard Arcade shout from behind us. I shot him a look made of ice and daggers. I hoped that he would get the point, that this wasn't the time, but Veronica answered him all the same.

"It shouldn't be much -" As she spoke, the hydraulic door directly in front of us slid into the ground, and in its place was a man in a dirty labcoat and sunglasses, with a tangled mess of greasy red hair, and a thin, weedy mustache dusting his upper lip. He seemed to seize up at the sight of the three of us, and we just stood there staring at each other for a few seconds.

"Hi," I said, breaking the silence. He sprang into action immediately, pointing at us and screeching at us accusatorially.

"Who the hell are you? They bring you in to replace me? They're replacing me, aren't they?" He grimaced and backed up, looking back and forth between all three of us.

"Settle down," I gestured with my hands, hoping that would help get the point across. "Nobody's here to replace anyone." Immediately, his manner changed; he stopped hunching and stood up, rolling his shoulders and adjusting the labcoat by the lapels.

"Damn right, you're not. You're Goddamn right. And why would they? You can't top this guy!" He pounded a fist against his chest, and smiled widely with a mouth full of depressingly yellow teeth. "Just a little more time. You can't keep Fantastic down for long!"

"I guess this is the idiot with the sunglasses," Veronica whispered in my ear from behind me. I tried to stifle a laugh.

"Why are you worried about being replaced?" Arcade asked.

"Worried?" He waved Arcade off and wandered off deeper into the room. I could see a couple of desks, a few rusted mainframes, and one really big console with a whole lot of unmarked buttons. "Do I look worried to you? I've got this under control, baby. No one else can do what Fantastic does here." He grabbed one of the chairs, sat down, leaned back, and propped his feet onto the console.

"All right then... Fantastic," I couldn't think of anything else (polite) to call this asshole. "What job do you do here?"

"What do I do? I'm in charge, that's what I do," He laced his hands behind his head. "This whole operation depends on me. No Fantastic, no power. Got the whole NCR suckling my teats, and damn but it feels so good."

"You know, the troopers outside don't seem to think this place is producing any power at all," Veronica said; I could tell, she thought this whole exchange was hilarious, and I couldn't blame her.

"Yeah, well... see... we're getting power, because the guy running this place is Fantastic. But the mirrors outside aren't aimed right, so we're running at one percent efficiency. And I guess that just isn't good enough for some assholes," Fantastic coughed loudly, only vaguely disguising the word 'Haggerty' in the cough. "Trouble is, most of the controls for this place aren't here - they're in the tower. And that place has some crazy Pre-War security systems that the dumbshit NCR set off when they took over. Killed two guys. Now they won't go near it. They want me to make an omelet, but I can't break any of their eggs, know what I'm sayin'?"

I looked over to Veronica, who just shrugged and rolled her eyes. Can't say I blame her.

"How did you even get this job?" I asked. The longer this went on, the more ridiculous it seemed.

"It was easy, man," Fantastic adjusted his feet, and hit one of the buttons on the panel. "They were going door to door asking if anyone knew any scientists. I said look no further. They asked me if I knew anything about power plants. I said as much as anyone I'd ever met. They asked me how well I understood theoretical physics. I said I had a theoretical degree in physics. They said welcome aboard."

I buried my face in my hands, doing everything I could not to just bust up laughing. Judging from the sounds to my left, Veronica was in the same boat.

"So, how would someone retarget the mirrors? You know... just out of curiosity," Arcade asked. Veronica and I looked over to him curiously. I'm not sure what V was thinking, but I know I was wondering how he could be such a good liar for some things, and such a catastrophically bad liar for everything else.

"Well, there's these two terminals outside. They control the mirrors. I tried fooling with them, but didn't get very far. You'd have to get them to talk to the mainframe up in the tower, then do the rest from there." He paused for a minute, scratching his face. "Probably. I'm guessing. But it sounds good, right?" He cocked his head, looking up at Arcade. "Hey, you're not thinking of going up there, are you?"

"I am now," Arcade said, and... I think he was smirking slightly.

"Well... hey - if you find yourself up there, do yourself a favor and make sure you send the power to the right places: The Strip and McCarran."

"And why would I do that?" Arcade asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I was too confused to say anything: how could this have happened? Usually, I was the one talking to people.

"Because I get paid, that's why!" Fantastic said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Per kilowatt-hour, whatever the hell that is. That's where the NCR wants the power, so that's where I want it. But you know, you do that, maybe I put in a good word for you with them. Fantastic's little helper! There's a reputation you can hang your hat on!"

"I don't have a hat," Arcade deadpanned. Fantastic just waved it off, and started rummaging around in his labcoat. Eventually, he pulled out a scrap of paper.

"Whatever. Here, you'll want this. It's the password to one of the terminals outside. Found it scrawled on one of the stalls in the bathroom."

"So, what the fuck was that?" I asked Arcade, just as soon as we got out of earshot of Fantastic. Not that he would have cared anyway, I don't think - we weren't talking about him.

"What was what?" He asked, and... I couldn't actually tell if he really didn't know what I was talking about, or he was trying to be clever.

"That whole business with getting the power plant running again," I pointed over my shoulder with my thumb, back toward Fantastic. "I'm not sure if you're aware, but that's not what we're here to do. We're here to find some solar panels, not fuck around with power plant controls. I couldn't care less if The Strip and McCarran get more power."

"And who says I'm going to send it that way?" Arcade said with a smirk, pushing his glasses back up his nose. Veronica and I just exchanged glances.

"... You're gonna have to explain this one to me, Arcade." I could tell he had some kind of plan, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

"If we get this place up and running again, we'll have the opportunity to redirect the flow of power toward Freeside and outer Vegas. Send it where people might actually need it." Arcade smiled wider. "Think about it. We could do something genuinely good for the people in the wasteland."

"Well, that's a nice idea, Arcade, but there's a problem with that. This place is run by a moron." I countered.

"Ah, but he's not the only one who works here," Arcade said smugly. Before I could question what he meant further, another voice interrupted us.

"Arcade? Arcade Gannon? I don't believe it, it really is you, isn't it?" The three of us turned at the noise, and saw a man in a labcoat with messy, cropped black hair walking in our direction - he was making a beeline to Arcade, specifically. The two of them laughed and embraced each other like old friends.

"Ignacio! How've you been?" Arcade pulled away slightly, and patted this guy on the back.

"I've been doing well. And you? Keeping yourself busy, or just wandering around like you did a couple years ago?"

"Oh, you know me," Arcade smiled, and... was that a wink? "Always getting up to some kind of trouble."

"Uh, excuse me boys," I interjected, and the two of them seemed to stop verbally making out with one another for a moment. "Don't mean to interrupt, but..."

"Oh!" Arcade smacked his forehead. "Of course, of course. Guys, this is Ignacio Rivas. He's a friend of mine in the Followers that I've known for years. Ignacio, this is Sheason Fisher and Veronica Santangelo. I've been travelling with them the last few weeks."

"Your last name is Santangelo?" I asked, turning to Veronica. She nodded. "I didn't know that."

"You never asked."

"Fair enough," I said with a shrug, turning back to Arcade. "You know, I am continually surprised by you."

"How's that?" Arcade asked.

"Well, it's just... for as abrasive and hard to get along with as you are most of the time, you seem to have quite the network of contacts here in the wasteland. That's just surprising to me." I hoped I wasn't being too rude, but it was the truth: it was surprising. Arcade just rolled his eyes.

"So, what brings you this way?" Rivas turned back to Arcade. "In your last letter, it sounded like you weren't going to find your way down here anytime soon."

"Well, it was a bit out of the way, I admit," Arcade shrugged. "But Sheason here needs to get some spare parts to fix some solar panels, so I thought I'd make good on my promise, and help you get this place up and running." Almost immediately, Ignacio seemed to tense up; his expression hardened, and he stopped smiling.

"Hmm... well... if that's true, then take my advice: this installation carries dangers that no one here has realized," He turned, and looked at all of us. "Take care what you do, and who you listen to. Some things are best left buried with the old world."

"Hang on," Arcade seemed to get worried at the sudden shift in tone. "Are you saying you don't want this place running? It sounded like that's why you were here in the first place, last time we spoke." Ignacio shrugged.

"It's true, if you remember, I was sent here when we saw that the NCR had taken it. As you know, we never had any record of the facility - but we did have records on the builders."

"Poseidon Energy..." Arcade growled under his breath. The name didn't really mean anything to me, but... weren't they an energy company from before the war?

"Exactly," Ignacio nodded. "I've seen equipment here marked with symbols used by the Pre-War military. Targeting computers. Shock sensors. And a codeword comes up repeatedly in the papers I've looked through here: ARCHIMEDES."

"So, you think ARCHIMEDES is a weapon they built here?" I asked, glancing over in Veronica's direction. It was almost like she was trying to sink into the wall. Ignacio nodded.

"Yes. And the technology they have in this facility is like nothing I've ever seen. At least, nothing I've seen in person. Some of it reminds me of Enclave equipment. Any weapon based upon it would be catastrophic, no matter who claimed it. It's no wonder the Brotherhood wouldn't give it up."

"Do you think the Brotherhood of Steel knew about ARCHIMEDES?" I asked, glancing over in Veronica's direction again; I couldn't believe it, but she looked even more nervous than before.

"I don't know," Ignacio shook his head. "They weren't here for me to ask. But I doubt they were here for electricity. The Brotherhood's interest in Pre-War technology has always been in weapons, so it's likely they were trying to reclaim ARCHIMEDES when the NCR arrived in force."

"But, wait. Hang on," Arcade grabbed Ignacio by the shoulder to get his attention. "Are you saying the NCR doesn't know about the weapon?"

"Not yet. By some miracle, they've hired an imbecile to try and decipher the systems here. He's spent months working at one console, trying to get the solar reflectors to track the sun. What he doesn't know is that the only thing that console controls is the plant's PA system."

"Seriously?" I asked, holding back a chuckle. He just nodded.

"I tried to tell him, but he insisted that the largest console had to be the most important. Still... it's only a matter of time before someone figures out exactly what ARCHIMEDES does, and presses the 'on' switch..."

"Well now..." I said, rubbing my chin. "That changes the landscape considerably..."