Bioshock Gate

Into the the Heavens

-meanwhile-

Daisy was preparing. She had gotten some skill, applying make up for a disguise. She could easily make herself look a white woman with the make up she put on. She had been able to steal some clothes from un uppity house that fit her, it just a bit loose at spots. 

"Daisy, his is dangerous, what if someone recognizes you?" One Vox member asked, an Irishman, who had rubbed shoe polish in his hair and trimmed up his facial hair to be clean shaven.

"Peter. You know that if those white boys hold a festival, they will have a brotha and sista of the cause tied up, ready to be beaten to death in their sick and twisted idea of a raffle. We will be saving them." Daisy said, looking at the disguised Irishman.

Daisy would walk behind a changing screen, and start to get dressed. The few minutes it took, she finished, and walked out in a long blue dress, with a white ruffled shirt under it. She had a set of gloves on, that hid her hands, before she took a few steps.

"My my, Miss Fitzroy is looking rather fine." Peter said, smiling.

"I am not Daisy Fitzroy, that would be crazy, do I look like a member of the Vox?" She asked, having a rather posh accent, somewhere between the new englander, to the southern bell.

"I am Judith Blaire." Daisy said, smiling a bit.

"Now come on Simon. I think it's time we visit the "Kind and respected folk" of our fair city." Daisy said, as she started to move towards the door.

As she reached the door, she was met with Slate.

"Daisy. I was able to pick up on the radio. It looks like the Sodom below is sending people up. They are going to be going to the raffle. We have our chance. I will see if I can get my men ready. If you are found, my men will attack and work to defend you, draw them away." Slate said.

"You sure you want to have your men fight this battle, and not the one you always wanted, at the hall of the whores?" Daisy asked.

"That hall is more vanity, than valuable, when the time comes, my men will listen." Slate said.

"Well Slate. We can give you the destruction of the Comstock's destruction, when we team up, the people will know what Comstock really did. His lies will fall apart, and the founders will be taken down with him." Daisy said.

The pair looked at each other.

"If things go bad, there is a hide out we can use, some friendly folk who can hide us. Look for the house with the 5 square knot curtains." Daisy said, picking up a hand bag and putting a sky line rider in. 

Peter had a pistol slip into a jacket holster he had on and walked out of the safe house. 

-meanwhile-

The Chinook had reached the city, and was now looking over a square that was in the middle of the residential zone. Near the square was a statue. The Pilot would move before setting the large craft down, in the park.

As the door opened, everyone was undoing their straps and stood up. Walking to the lowered ramp, they were met with a shining sun in the sky, that nearly blinded everyone as they stepped out.

They were near the base of a large statue of a bearded man standing on a rocky outcropping, sword in one hand pointing down the road.

A few men in olive green uniforms, that looked like early cavalry men walked forward.

"Who are ye?" One asked, and older man as he walked forward.

Nelson was first to react, having the marines move their hands away from their weapons, before he smiled.