Lucy a fini son repas et s'est essuyée la bouche quand les nouvelles recrues sont arrivées. Bien qu'elle ait réussi le test de la griffe d'aigle, elle les considère toujours comme des recrues; elles n'ont pas encore été saignées et brisées, donc elles sont toujours de la viande fraîche dans ses yeux. Alors qu'elle songeait au prochain test pour faire passer les recrues, Devon exprima son mécontentement face aux méthodes de Lucy. Il ne serait pas le premier, mais comme tous les autres, rien de ce qu'il a dit ne l'arrêterait. Elle avait un but et elle allait continuer. Devon aurait simplement à s'y habituer, ou s'il voulait vraiment arrêter ce qu'elle faisait, il aurait à se faire humilier. Griffe d'aigle ou pas. Quand il a posé des questions sur les blessés et les morts possibles, Lucy s'est demandé s'il voulait dire cela de façon rhétorique, en parlant d'émotions plutôt que de préoccupations réelles. Pourtant, quelqu'un doit aller chercher les corps. « En supposant que ces deux-là soient les seuls survivants, il y a sept cadavres à trouver à l'extérieur. Six peut-être, si l'une des recrues réussit à se protéger de la tempête de neige. Le numéro huit est mort à l'arrivée." Lucy s'est levée pour ranger son assiette, mais cette dernière phrase a été dirigée vers les deux recrues. Elle ne leur a rien dit, elle ne les a même pas regardés, mais cette déclaration "Le numéro huit est mort à l'arrivée." était sa propre façon d'endurer les deux qu'ils auraient pu sauver Annabeth. Ils l'ont juste portée sur leurs épaules, l'exposant aux éléments quand c'est la nature elle-même qui la tuait. Peut-être que maintenant n'est pas le meilleur endroit pour montrer comment les efforts des deux recrues où en vain, mais s'ils ont appris quelque chose de leur formation de temps de Lucy, ils devraient savoir qu'elle a été déçue par eux. Mais ce n'est rien de nouveau.
Avant de partir, Devon a mentionné comment elle semblait donner aux recrues sa marque d'entraînement pour un plaisir sadique. Elle a serré son poing, mais sa voix était plus froide que le blizzard dehors. C'était aussi peu émotif que les balles qu'elle met dans les corps de ses ennemis. "Eagle Claw n'est pas pour le plaisir. Si je peux les tuer avec des tests de base, ils ne sont pas prêts pour une vraie mission. » Bien que Lucy entraîne de nouvelles recrues jusqu'au point de la mort, elle maintient Eagle Claw à un niveau élevé. Une norme qui était, peut-être, beaucoup plus élevée que ce à quoi tout le monde les tenait. Elle ne s'attend pas ou ne veut pas que les gens viennent à Eagle Claw parce qu'ils avaient du talent et du potentiel, et qu'ils n'avaient besoin que d'un endroit pour le maîtriser; Ils devraient déjà être les maîtres de ce qu'ils font, et ils devraient déjà avoir quelque chose à donner à Eagle Claw dès qu'ils sont entrés dans le camp. Leur entraînement ne fait que garder leurs compétences aiguës; s'ils n'étaient pas déjà des élites entrant dans la Griffe d'Eagle, ils seraient morts en la laissant. Et Lucy voulait s'assurer que c'était vrai.
Après avoir rangé sa vaisselle, Lucy s'est dirigée vers son atelier. En tant que démolitionuse de l'équipe, elle a senti qu'elle avait besoin d'une puissance explosive plus lourde que son simple poing balistique. C'était bon pour les rencontres de petits groupes, mais à la lumière des nouvelles que la RCN a accès aux véhicules (les données étaient encore incertaines quant au type de véhicules) Lucy n'allait prendre aucun risque. Normalement, elle ne voulait pas tirer de conclusions, comme la RCN ayant ses propres chars, mais elle ne s'attendait pas non plus à ce qu'ils aient une force aérienne. Elle devait donc mettre au point une arme antivéhicule. Et à l'intérieur de son atelier se trouvait ce qui allait être utilisé comme base ; Esther, l'arme nucléaire développée par les Gun Runners. À l'heure actuelle, Lucy n'avait pas les autorisations nécessaires pour le sortir avec elle en mission sur le terrain, et elle n'avait pas non plus l'intention de le faire. Ammo était difficile à sécuriser sans parler de volition. De plus, elle avait ses propres modifications qu'elle voulait y ajouter. En commençant par les Mini Nukes.
Agent Name: Lucy Cipher
Agent Code Name: Archangel
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Armor: Armored modified utility jumpsuit (Luck+1, Repair+5, Rad Resist +10, DR +12) Digital Interface Glasses (Gives her Sensors and allows her to zoom in onto things at a distance)
Clothing: Pip-Boy 3000 (Functional), Standard Issue Underwear, Naughty Nightwear, Prewar Business Wear
Weapons: Compliance Regulator, The Disintegrator, Modified Ballistic Fist (Can use explosives to enhance punches or launch them like a grenade launcher), various grenades
Miscellaneous items: Vault Canteen, Various drugs and Medical Equipment
Forces of habit: Lucy is a compulsive hoarder, specifically, anything she can read (Regardless if she has any interest in the material) and more morbidly, people's eyes. She says it helps her remember who they are "When I can look them in the eyes". She also has a minor addiction to Black Coffee; not so much that it's seriously detrimental, but it can be fairly distracting to have it around or simply mentioned near her. She's also something of a quick shot, able to shoot quickly but with no regards to accuracy. This makes her somewhat trigger happy, if she doesn't simply punch you.
Biography: Lucy was born in raised in Vault 103. Their vault's mission was simply survival, but more specifically, scientific research. To survive the nuclear apocalypse and build back from the ashes. Lucy was born in the ordinance research and disposal sector; she would deal with weapons like bombs and guns, to disarm them and create them. She started young, right receiving her basic education, and went right into researching things as simply as a tin-can grenade to nuclear warheads. By the time she was a teenager, she could create a high-yield nuclear device with some cleaning fluids and nukacola. And she'd need that knowledge too; when she was a teenager, she was sent out with a exposition crew into the wasteland.
Lucy's first expedition was to the north-west, to a derelict robot facility. Their sources said that the facility was still operational, and it would be a great boon for the vault to have a ready supply of robots in their service. Lucy came along to deal with any explosive issues, as well as provide an extra gun. She was given a standard issue laser rifle, which she would later customize and alter into something devastatingly powerful. But they met with a lot of resistance along the way; raiders from the east, wild animals, rogue machines. It was the latter that allowed Lucy to begin developing her skills with machines; while the others were satisfied with simply destroying the robots, she sought to use them. She would attempt to repair them, or turning them to her side before they would be destroyed. She didn't always succeed, but with constant effort, she was making large improvements. By the time they reached the robot facility, she was as capable of running it as their designated robotic expert. But this was where things took a slight turn for the worse.
While Lucy always kept her knowledge of robots to a minimum, the robotics expert grew mad with power. After they had activated the facility, they took control of many robots, including the combat capable sentry bots. There was at least fifty of them, fulled armed with Gatling weapons and explosive launchers. The robotic expert wanted to take over the facility for himself, and use it to make his own nation. Some of the team joined him, but not Lucy. She knew what their mission was, and she was not about to let one man hunger for power bring it down. Working under his nose, she began to sabotage the robots, knowing that if she had altered their programming she would be quickly discovered. She rigged their rocket launchers to self-destruct, shorten their fusion batteries, disabled their combat inhibitors. When she finally spoke out against the rogue leader, he was quick to use his machines to execute Lucy. But the robots turned against him, destroying each other and killing him and his collaborator. Lucy hid during the chaos, only coming out to defend herself when she was found. After the robots wiped out the rogues, Lucy went about restoring their programming, repairing the damaged robots, and trying to contact the Vault about her mission.
Lucy's results had mixed reactions from the vault. On one hand, she was commemorated for securing the facility. But many had died during the short uprising, some of them people of high standing. Lucy did not want to risk going back to the Vault on her own, as even if she could get past the dangers on the way, there was likely many angry inhabitants who wanted her blood for what happened, regardless of why it did. So she stayed at the robot facility, plying new skills there. She quickly became quite knowledgeable with robotics, and used their spare parts to improve her weapons. Lucy would occasionally send a robot or two to gather supplies for her, usually by finding a local populace that was not hostile and trading them a robot for a good amount of supplies (Food, Med, Ammo). She also got into the habit of having the robots collect her reading materials, as her time at the facility was quite lonesome.
For years Lucy stayed at the facility, occasionally getting messages from the Vault about her current situation while sending them any help she could get. But aside form a few wanderers, no one ever stayed to help her. She'd trade with them, give them a robot for a good amount of supplies, even patched them up a little with what medical knowledge she had. This became something of a new occupation; not many had the need or supplies to trade for a robot, but her ability to purge their bodies of impurities like rads or chems made her service as a doctor more renown than in robotics. But with her fame came it's troubles. Though she had no problems with bandits thanks to her robots, one incident cost her her right arm. A well armed raider group came in and made a mess of the facility, and while they all died during the initial attack, Lucy's arm was blow clean off. Stabilizing herself using stimpacks, she quickly went to one of her Mister Gusty models and programmed it for a medical operation; to save her. The operation took days, where she faded in and out of life and death, but eventually she survived. Her arm was a good as gone, but she wasn't about to let it be.
Using the materials at the facility and all her knowledge, she created a new arm. An arm of steel, one that would help her survive the wasteland. She modeled it after a powerfist, fitted with a barrel attached the the forearm where she could load various explosive shots. She also had to create a harness for the right side of her body in order to handle the strength of her new hand, but after some test runs she was able to use it like it was natural. But the incident reminded Lucy that she could not stay here any longer. She contacted the Vault and demanded reinforcements, or she'd have to keep the robots at the facility in order to protect it. And to her surprise, she got an answer. The Enclave.
They came in mass amounts of vertibirds, and Lucy had to shutdown her robots to prevent them from opening fire. They claimed to be there on behalf of the Vault to provide assistance for Lucy, but before she could even ask why or for a clarification, she was taken away from the facility and shipped back to the vault. All her years of work, taken away from her. The Enclave took over the facility and booted Lucy back to Vault 103, where she had to deal with the friends and family of the people that had came with her during the initial exploration. It was stressful, to say the least. Many times she nearly came to blow with various of the vault dwellers, and was thinking of striking out on her own when the Enclave contacted her for an offer...
Extra: Lucy doesn't think very highly of the Enclave. She knows very little about them aside that they showed up one day and took over the facility she was taking care of without so much as a chance to pack her things. Lucy doesn't trust them, but knows she lacks the support or influence to actually stand against them. So for now she works with them, if only tenuously.