the wastes outisde Anubus industries

The figure jumps and spins around to see what- or who- was about to possibly kill them this time. They realizes that the man in the truck could easily run them down, so they say loudly "Please don't run me over!", raising his hands above his head.

Zor looks at the man a crooked smile on his face, the cigarette still hanging from his lips, "Where you headed?"

The man shrugs. He points towards the way he was walking. "That way? I don't know yet."

"Want a lift?" The ancient site command asks reaching over and unlocking the door. It's not really like he had any place specific to be at.

"Uh... I guess so. Are you going anywhere in particular?" He says as he enters the truck and closes the door.

Zor shrugs, "Not particularly just needed some time away from my office."

Guard: *A group of Anubis guards surround the two, aiming their weapons at the vehicle* Freeze! This is the property of Anubis Industries, we need to see your identification!

Zor turns to the man with the gun pointed at the vehicle; taking another drag, "Zorua Banks leader of the Federation."

Raises his hands in the hopes to not get shot only moments after meeting a nice person. "Uh.. Jasper Powell."

Guards: *The lead man murmurs over his radio, the sound of a voice coming over the ear piece he wears.* You two will have to come with us. *The men all keep their guns trained on the pair* Mr. VonKraft would like to speak with you.

Jasper exits the truck cautiously, accepting his fate and possible demise.

"How about a ride? It'd be quicker and I don't have to worry about some punk stealing my ride," Zor says flicking his cigarette.

Guards: *The main guard pulls out a revolver, aiming it for one of Zor's vehicle's tires and shooting a hole in it* There, now it'll be fine. Come with us please.

Zor grits his teeth, taking out another smoke he lights it; he gives himself a few minutes before responding, "It shall.... you better hope I can find a replacement tire..."

Guards: *The main guard nods and the others close the distance between the two, escorting them into the lobby of Anubis Industries, the barrels of their laser rifles aimed at the two wastelanders*

Zor walks up to his truck, quickly changing the tire; he drives off, still unsure of his destination.

*A drove of Haven trucks drive up quickly fencing off the area with a 100 meter radius, four concrete bunkers placed in the corners, turrets placed inside.

*The reapers load a shuttle rocket and lauch it over the fence to the front door of the complee, stenciled on the capsule, for vonkraft, a walkie talkie inside.

*Reapers take position, bone breaker turning on a signal jammer blocking incoming and outgoing communications to the Tower.

*Sweets Arrives, bone breaker kneels then stands*Sir, they have made threats and are on the defensive, who ever moves first will be attacked.
Sweets: good to know, blocked them?
bb:yes.
Sweets: alright, hold the line, I'll make the call *Sweets touches his headset, bring in a Home package.

*A helicopter flies to the reapers landing, followed by a tuck with several gun cases and ammunition crates.

*VonKraft emerges from the tower, SCP-668 in one hand and a semi-automatic machine gun in the other. He steps into the middle of the field of sand, halfway between the perimeter and the tower* Hello Justin, how're you today? Any reason your kids are playing in my yard?

*Sweets smirks*Yes, its female, abusive and has a doctors hand. I warned you vonkraft, you did not listen. Now go back inside, that knife wont do you any good.

Really now? Unless these men are all robots, your threat is empty as the last bottle of wine I drank dry. *He aims his gun as the fence, smiling still* So, what will it be?

Considering they're in Riot gear, that little guns not going to do much.