[Naked Crook]

Skinner was in the armory, examining what was left of The Enclave's equipment. He drew his Plasma Pistol and ejected the Energy Cell. He let the depleted Energy Cell hit the ground, as he began to restock his own personal supply. Skinner knew that The Legion preferred the more traditional weaponry, such as bullet, but he knew that the more advanced weaponry would only last for so long. Skinner was deep in thought, thinking about the current situation The Enclave was in. He had watched their power diminish, and it did not make him happy. Falling under the banner of the Legion was the hardest thing he had ever had to do...and what made it worse was that his own ranking was diminished, with a large, and unacceptable majority of what was left of The Enclave answering to the freshest of recruits in The Legion. Skinner: Roman bastards...at one point these were Americans...and look at them now...savage beasts who felt it was easier to admire one of the most barbaric civilizations in history...instead of trying to work towards the age of enlightenment... Skinner sighed. He holstered his Plasma Pistol, and turned to leave the armory. As he walked out, he was stopped by one of the Legion soldiers. Skinner used his index finger to push on the bridge of his sunglasses, bringing them closer to his face, to better conceal his eyes. Skinner: Yes? Legion Recruit: I have been ordered by one of the Centurions, speaking on behalf of Caeser II, to ask you to come with me, so that I may bring you before Caeser II himself. Skinner: Very well...recruit. Bring me before Caeser... The Legion Recruit scoffed, but turned, and led Skinner directly to The Overseers office, to speak with Caeser II.