Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191031234433/@comment-5583506-20191112165834

Once Evangeline had gotten the help required with the coordinates she managed to get into contact with the Order, albeit the signal was very weak and the quality of the transmissions was less than stellar.

"Hello...?" a raspy voice said on the other end through the static. "Who is this? State your number."

"999", Evangeline said.

"Eva? Little Eva? Is that you? Haven't heard from you in a while."

Jacob Sprenger was one of the few ghoul members of the Order, and according to Minerva he had been one of the original founders, though he had dismissed that claim entirely. He served as the Order's weaponsmith, having been a technician and inventor in the Vault he grew up in. He had helped to install her lenses, but unlike other members of the Order he had confined himself to the hidden headquarters back in Salem, preferring to stay put.

No one could really blame him. If the Order lost Jacob due to recklessness or accidents while out on assignments, they would have lost not only a very loyal friend, but also a most valuable asset.

"Yes, it's me. There has been some ... trouble here."

"Trouble?" Jacob said askingly through the static. "What kind of trouble?"

"It's my eyes. I ... I was kicked in the head. And the lenses are now acting up. When I turn them on, all I see is noise and static, and error logs."

"You poor thing", Jacob lamented. "But you know I can't really just up and leave Salem, not even for you, sweetie. No matter how much I would like to."

"I know", Evangeline sighed, keeping a close eye on the signal. "That's why I am asking if you any ... people of similar skills present in Pennsylvania? That's where I am currently headed."

"Pennsylvania, eh? Let me see." There was the ruffling of papers in the background through all the radio noise. "Yeah, I know I guy there. Exactly where in Pennsylvania are you headed?"

"Falling Water is the name of the place."

"Hmm... It would seem you are in luck, sweetheart. Guy I know lives just on the outskirts of The Pitt. Not exactly the friendliest of fellows, but he knows his way around high-end technology. Former Institute and whatnot. Shouldn't be a problem for him. I reckon that there are some connectivity issues you are having, so he will have that sorted out in no time."

"Wouldn't that require ... that he performs a surgery?" Evangeline asked anxiously.

"That it would", the ghoul confirmed. "But you are one tough cookie, Eva. Nothing you can't handle. Might hurt, and it might not. What matters is that you get those blinkers of yours up and fixed, sort your assignment out, and get back home safely. I'll let him know that you are coming and will send him the fee."

"Thanks, Jacob. Also ..." She glanced over her shoulder, not really wanting Johnny or Kayleigh to be listening in. "Say hi to mama and papa for me, would you? Tell them that they don't need to worry and that I will be back home eventually."

Jacob chuckled. "That I will. You take care now, sweetie. Don't let the baddiest get you. Seriously."

The transmission then ended with even more static. They were after all far far away from Salem. It was a technological wonder the signal even held up as well as it did.