Masquerade of the Four Cities

As the leaders' battle wore down, the factions remained ready for a fight, ready for anything their enemy had to throw at them. However, they were greeted by a Zepplin and well-armed troops of unknown origin.

"Take them down, move, move!'

Their fighting had given someone the power to collect on their distracted minds. The Raiders were captured, the Overlord with them, then the faithful, and the Reverend. However, Alpha Team put up a far greater fight.

"Sir! We need back up!"

"I'm on my way!"

However, by the time the Ghost arrived to help them, they too had been captured and taken aboard the Zepplin.

"NO!" yelled the Ghost as he chased after the oversized blimp.

With a maniacal laugh, the Zepplin ascended into the sky leaving behind the Ghost.

"GOD DAMN IT NOOOO!" yelled the Ghost as he fell over unable to keep up with the Zepplin. "I failed them."

Meanwhile, the Zepplin cruised across the sky, the powerful man walked down into the prisoner holding area. He was well dressed, a golden cane, a nice suit and bowtie, well-groomed hair.

"Good, you're all... Zeke, where is the Ghost?"

"We were unable to capture him."

"Zeke... THIS DOESN'T WORK WITHOUT HIM! IDIOT!"

The others looked at the strange man.

"Who the fuck are you?" demanded the Overlord.

"Ah yes, how rude of me. I am Richard Richardson, multi-trillionaire and businessman, but place feel free to call me The Star Spangled Collector." he said with a grin.

"Collector? Collector of what exactly?"

"Rare and fascinating individuals who have certain "qualities" unique to them."

"You sick fuck.. You plan to kill us don't you?"

"Heavens no, I've spent far too much time watching all of you, and far too much money making sure you got to this point."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You'll all know soon enough, Zeke, since you failed to catch the Ghost, make it super easy for him to track and find us."

"Yes Lord Richardson."

The Zepplin now entered the Quad cities and Richard let them out of their cells to show them.

"Ah, beautiful isn't it."

"Working power?"

"Buildings not destroyed by the nukes? How is this possible?"

"I rebuilt this place, made it a paradise."

"A paradise?"

"Yes! After all, no sense in living like animals unless you choose to. Overlord and the Lots' Raiders will be living under the Third Dominion Lord, you'll fit right in! As for the Faithful, you'll be living under the Second Dominion Lord, there is a place for you to worship, bathe and enjoy the comforts of life again. As for Team Alpha, you will be living under me, The First Dominion Lord and Master of the Four Cities."

Everyone looked out the windows seeing their new home, the former Quad Cities, located on the border of Illinois and Iowa, separated by the Mississippi River. They all had odd looks about them, but things seemed fine from the air.

Meanwhile, the Ghost called in the entire Remnants of America, Liberty Bell and Constitution, he had picked up the trail.

"Child, we're gonna get them back, I swear to you."

"Tell D.C to lock down the Archive, we're going to war, one last time."