Seriously people! You must like this, otherwise I wouldn't have as many view and visitors as I do on this! You, are all amazing people! This chapter is definitely going to be the meeting of the leaders of the major factions. I might throw in the early parts of discussion, but maybe not at the time of writing this.

I never really was on your side, you hideous mutant.

As the fog permeated the air, a troop of Minutemen escorted an unknown figure through the desolate streets of Boston. All of them unrecognizable except for the Minuteman logo on the helmet of the power armor suits. The one in the center's helmet sporting the Minuteman flag mounted on the back of it. The usually bustling of Diamond City was uncharacteristically silent.

"Sir," states a trooper in the front, "is all of this necessary?" An entire escort in power armor did seem a bit much, but the General wasn't one to take any chances. If this mysterious group managed to take the largest settlement in the established Commonwealth without any sort of warning, they were not to be trifled with.

"Private, you realize that we are dealing with a group that SINGLEHANDEDLY took down DIAMOND CITY without a single moment's notice? The Brotherhood is probably going to risk moving the Prydwen from the airport to ensure a safe transport for Maxson. This is HARDLY an escort compared to that." Exclaimed the flag-bearing Minuteman.

Almost as if on cue, the giant airship groaned as it moved from its mooring. The Brotherhood indeed were taking no chances. The escort continued, and met up with the Railroad. Or rather, bumped into them, as they were using Stealth Boys. Laser muskets were raised, then tentatively lowered at the General's motion.

"Deacon! Why would you even TRY that?! Didn't see the escort of POWER ARMOR going past with a bunch of laser muskets?! We're on high alert, and a move like that could put a major faction out of the way!" The General shouted with malice.

Deacon was about to respond, but something diverted his attention. Two colored dots were slowly making their way towards the group. In the general direction of-"SNIPERS!" Enough was said and everyone hustled to cover in an abandoned building. A convalescent home, by the looks of it. The scope dots tracked over to where their cover was, and started blinking on and off. "Morse code." The dots signed a message and turned off. "'Come inside'. What does that mea-" Deacon was cut off by the opening of the Diamond City door.

The group left the cover of the abandoned building and met up with the Brotherhood escort. As they walked in, they were startled to see no one outside. All doors were closed, and even the Power Noodles were dark. On the elevator to the Mayor's office, however, was a single guard that stood shakily on his feet.

"W-we've b-been expec-expecting y-you. G-g-goin' up-p?" The poor soul looked as if he hadn't slept in a week. Though many people doubted if the elevator could hold them, it slowly started going up. Even the secretary was hiding somewhere, it seems.

They entered the office and were met with a bone chilling sight. The entire group was there, and a series of events were triggered. The guys with the Flamers sprinted toward the Railroad, rendering any Stealth Boys useless, as fire was like a beacon on invisible people. The Brotherhood looked down and saw they were standing on a sticky bomb minefield, and it doesn't matter how powerful the Power Armor is, fifty sticky bombs would obliterate you. The General was sent flying out of his power armor (the fusion core taken out), grabbed from behind and held at knifepoint. The guard, it seems, was a disguise for someone else.

Shotguns were raised, rocket launchers aimed their way, Flamers lit, sticky bombs primed, mini guns revved up, sentry turrets aimed, needles pointed at them, sniper rifles scoped, and a revolver raised. They managed to take down the major factions, along with the major settlement of the Commonwealth. The revolver guy lowered his firearm and began to speak. "Give us your weapons, stealth items, exit your power armor, and let's talk." The man said in a perfect French accent.

Maxson was the first to respond. "Who even are you people?!" Everyone shared a chuckle, for whatever reason, and one of the shotgun guys said in a perfect Boston accent, "Mercenaries, ya big chucklenuts!"