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Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya is waiting by the entrance to the scrapyard. The smell of ozone is thick in the air. If you have encountered the Children of Atom before you will recognize the strange swirling design of her facial tattoos and the dark robes she wears. Her hood is pulled back and she has two rifles, one slung over her back and the other in hand. The odd thing about Shreya is she doesnt look as though the radiation has affected her at all. Her skin is smooth save for the ink.
Conway Conway lives vicariously through the fruit of his work. He slowly pulls his horse around behind him, leading it by the reins towards the scrapyard. His attention isn't forwards though, it's drawn onto one of the handwritten correspondences. He's making sure he's in the right spot. Once his eyes come up to look around the scrapyard, they lock onto a woman in dark robes. From the diction and words written in the letter, he supposes this is who he's working for.

He folds the paper along the creases and stuffs it back into his trouser pocket. Unlike Zealot, the atmosphere and ozone has taken a toll on his skin. He's extremely tan with freckles up and down his arms. ".. I s'pose'yer the lady looking for some workers?" He smiles wryly, looking back over his shoulder to insure that his toolbox is still tied to his horses back.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods. "Walk with me, the work is not here." She points the way with the Gauss Rifle she is carrying and begins to trudge in that direction.
Conway Conway rests the side of his forearm on the grip of his revolver that's snugly secured in his gunbelt. He walks behind Zealot, following her in the direction she pointed. He's observing his surroundings as he gets deeper into what appears to be a desolate neighbourhood. His horse trails tightly behind him.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya speaks in a very low voice. "Most of the forsaken, they are boarded up in these houses. Simple solution is to burn the houses but look at them. Good houses, each one could hold two, maybe three families if needed. So many houses." She walks a bit farther. "The Cathedral is clear. This will be where we set up your base camp so that you are not eaten while working."
Conway Conway follows Zealot a bit farther, tugging his scared horse by the teins. "Good. I'm not ready to be eaten." He swallows hard, looking around for the Cathedral. His eyes focus on the boarded up houses that have paint falling off, picturing the horrors that are inside.
Zealot Shreya But it is not a Cathedral in the classic sense, probably more like the estate of some wealthy actor or sports star now long buried in dust. Shreya unlocks the padlock that opens the decorative iron gate and leads you into the house. "Your horse, he will be safe here tied up in the courtyard." Her voice is calm. The inside is unsettling to say the least.
Conway Conway pulls his horse through, "Easy now." He tries to console the horse after it gets to kicking. He runs his hand down the horses snout, comforting it. "Shh." He uses a tree in the yard to hitch up his horse, tying the lead rein in a knot. "Right. I've got'em strung up, ma'am."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya says, "You can keep your horse in the garage if you can fix the door. Safer, though the walls and the smell of the dead keeps most of their curiousity in other places. Be careful in Roswell sir, some of those you fall ghouls are not Forsaken. It would be a sin to kill the chosen." She leads you through the hole in the garage door to the one leading into the house. "Plenty of rooms for you to stay in. No power yet.""
Conway Conway follows behind Zealot into what she calls the 'Cathedral'. He places his hand over on his mouth when he discovers those glowing light fixtures are decapitated heads of radiated ghouls. He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He's trying to be open minded. 'You're just here for work', he reminds himself.

"Nice place you have here." He says with a weary smile.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya pauses as she enters the center of the 'cathedral.' Her eyes close and she seems rapturous as she inhales deeply. "Praise be to Atom." She smiles. Her tone is now conversational as they are behind the walls of her garish dwelling instead of out among the ghoul infested neighborhood. She gestures to one of the 'pews.' "Please sit. I shall provide food and drink if you have need for it."
Conway Conway places his hands on his hips, glancing down over his shoulder at the mismatched pews. "Surely." He takes his hands off of his hips, wiping his sweaty palms on the side of his dirty jeans. He slips into a pw, looking at Zealot. "I'm not thirsty or hungry. Thank you, though." He looks forward towards the front of the sanctuary. What did I get myself into?
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods. "If you change your mind..." She takes a seat on the couch next to you but not so close that you may not maintain your space. "In the past, I have hired mercenaries to help me clear. This place most notably. But mercenaries are unreliable. SOme of them are just glorified raiders and will become miscreant again if the caps are not enough or the work was too hard and they think they should get more. I do not have money to hire these men for the project is large. Each house contains between ten and a hundred of the forsaken....all of them infused with the glow of Atom. This suggests to me that there is a shrine here that I have yet to discover. For this reason, I know this is the place he guides me too. But my ways are not of interest to you. YOu want to know about the actual work, no?"
Conway Conway interlaces his fingers on his lap, looking down at Zealot's shoes next to him. "I suppose you want them trapped in a place where they can be extracted." He places his elbow on his lap and his chin in-hand, trying to develop a blueprint in his heaad. "Do tell of what you want."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya shakes her head. "Close. I need a mobile prison, one capable of fitting a lot of them. I do not know if this is possible. It would need wheels or burros to drag or both. Maybe it can be set down. I thought when I wrote to you my letter that a pit would be sufficient. But a pit does not move. What I envision is a cage on wheels. Perhaps it is low enough to the ground that nothing can crawl out or it has a floor but probably just low to the ground. Cheaper that. The door to the cage...we must have pieces sitting on top to drop down creating a hallway to go to the doors of these houses. The pieces must interlock so that when they are together they are strong. Then we open the door to a house, release the forsaken. We make noise, perhaps sacrifice an animal. Not a burro of course, something useless like a radroach or a chicken. Get the smell of blood up. make noise. The forsaken will come. We fill the cage with hay, or something able to burn. THis is before we let out the forsaken. Then when all or most are in the cage, we drop down a cover for the door. I am blessed of Atom. I then call down his holy fire and cleanse the forsaken. Once this is done, we move to the next house...and the next. What are your thoughts? Can this be done?"
Conway Conway makes a 'hrm' noise, itching the corner of his mouth. He leans back in his 'pew' and folds his arms over his chest. "So. A long cart that's capable of holding many of these forsaken. You want it to mount tightly up to the door and make it a smooth transition from the hallway into the capture device." His mind thinks mounting brackets, laying everything out in his head.

"I must admit, this is one of the most strangest contracts I've been given, but this sounds very possible." .. "Do you have a deadline for this contraption and extraction?" .. "Also. Do you have materials you can provide, or will you be paying for materials -and- labor, and I'll take care of it all?" He's confident this project can be done.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya says, "We have materials in the scrapyard where I met you. If we need more to be brought in from other places, I will pay."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya looks relieved. "Praise be to Atom. You must be the man I have waited for. You can do this? Ahh glory you can do this." She looks up at the ceiling as if she can hardly believe it. There is no deadline. We want to do it right, we want to not die doing it. Of course I want it soon but it is more important to do it correctly."
Conway Conway bops his head up and down in affirmation. "There will be nobody hurt." He places his hands on his knees, using them as supports to stand upright. He holds out his callous right hand for a shake, "I'm glad I can do this for you. It'll be done."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya shakes your hand. "But we have not discussed your fee. You have a payment in mind Im sure?"
Conway Conway itches the underside of his chin, humming. "I'm thinking maybe 1,000 caps." He does the math in his head, calculating how much labor will need to be done to make the extraction successful. "That'll cover all labor-costs, including the luring, extraction, and termination."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya smiles and closes her eyes for a moment. "Done. I have this much I can spare. I shall pay you half now and half after."
Conway Conway offers a wry smile, "Sounds perfect." He reaches into his back pocket, withdrawing a little cloth bag with drawstrings on it. He uses it as a wallet to store his caps.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya hands over the caps. "We cant be working at this longer than six months without some unforeseen reason. I am sure that is enough time, no?"
Conway Conway takes the caps into his large and rough palm, placing them in his little bag wallet. "Plenty." He stows the bag away in his pocket again.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya smiles. "Good. Deal honorably with us and the Children will deal honorably with you stranger. What shall I call you?"
Conway Conway is apprehensive to give anyone affiliated with the church his name, but he does it as a courtesy to Zealot. "I'm Conway, ma'am." He presses his hand on the top of his felt hat, letting it form-fit his head better.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya repeats the name so she will remember. "Con...waieee." She smiles. "If there is anything I can do to help this go faster, tell me. I am not afraid to go to the scrapyard for materials and....we Zealots are accustomed to the arts of war."
Conway Conway nods his head a few times, "I require steel and wood. I'll be looking for the scrap aswell, though." He brushes past Zealot, away from the pews. "I'll make sure to get into touch with you if I need anything." He grabs the brim of his hat, holding it up as a gesture of 'goodbye'. "We'll be in touch, ma'am." He starts to walk towards the door.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya looks confused. "You will not be staying here? Or you need to go and gather your supplies?"
Conway Conway turns on his heel, facing Zealot again. "I'll stay here as my quarters, but. I need to gather supplies and get some things scraped together before I can begin construction. One of those things being a blueprint."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods seeming to find this answer less likely than a man that is going to run off with her 500 caps. "Ahh good. I could go with you. I am good to have when raiders sniff around."
Conway Conway shakes his head, "I'll be alright, ma'am. I'll be sending you a blueprint to look over." He knows that Zealot probably thinks that he's going to high-tail it, but his intentions aren't that way. "On second note, I'll just stay here and write the blueprint for now. I'll go out later and gather the materials." He smiles wearily, walking back down the sanctuary and towards Zealot. He sits down on the pew next to her, taking out a cheap ballpoint pen and a notepad from his back pocket.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods. "Of course. Take as long as you need. That offer of food doesnt expire." She cant help but check up on your sketching from time to time but she does try and maintain a respectable distance so you can think.
Conway Conway leans to the left, trying to capture Zealot's attention. He's finished a rough draft of one of his ideas, it's a unique thing to plan up a capture device for Glowing Ones. He shares his work, placing the notepad under her eyes. "I've got this so far. A portable transport module which is easily adaptable to use in any conventional van-type vehicle. Hell, we could even mount one to a horse-drawn wagon."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya frowns. "BUt this....could only hold maybe six of them. And if I burn will be destroyed no?"
Conway Conway shakes his head, "It'll be made of steel. It can be burned and reused. You'd like something more spacious?"
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods. "I told you some of the houses have up to a hundred of them. Where are you going to contain the others if you can only fit six at a time? Maybe some sort of Sally Port. But do you think they will fall for it over and over after watching the others burn?"
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya says, "I am thinking of pieces that can be moved, like a portable room but iron bars. In this room we set up the blood and the hay and we empty one house at a time. Break it down, move it over....repeat."
Conway Conway hums to himself, starting to get a better idea of what he's doing. He nods, ripping the piece of paper out. He crumples it up and tosses it aside, starting new on a draft.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya says, "That would work if there were far less forsaken and maybe in a very few of the houses it would suffice but most of them are packed. We need something the size of a house."
Conway Conway leans over, showing Zealot his next design after several hours of sketching and tedious mental design. "Longer, steel bars. There's a chamber that can be opened and fumes can be placed inside or a highly explosive chemical. It's up to you."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya looks at the new blueprint. "This....This could work!" She turns the angle of the paper to see it differently. "So we shut the door once they are inside and we will need to be able to shut them away from the house so that the fire doesnt spread. This is what I want yes. This!"
Conway Conway nods his head, "Exactly." He stands upright, offering her the notepad. "You can keep that sketch, I have it engraved in my head." .. He rubs his lips with his palm, thinking. "Now I just need to gather the materials, assemble it, and we're ready to extract them."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya looks as excited or more than you are. "Yes, Praise be to Atom. This is going to work. We can set the blood and the flammable things before we open the door. Bring them in, let down a grate here." She points to an area about ten feet away from the opening on the lower end. "Whatever is left can be dispatched by the hired guns."