Melody Larkin/Dialogue

==FFZ11_Pack==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Responders priority alert! Looks like those damn wolves are on the hunt again. 	Urgent, commanding
 	 	 	Forest Watch has spotted multiple packs, but the alpha's whereabouts are unknown. I repeat, alpha's location is unknown.	Urgent, commanding
 	 	 	We need to find and kill that alpha wolf ASAP! Take out the smaller packs and draw out that alpha. 	Urgent, commanding
 	 	 	Just make sure you bring a lot of bullets. That big alpha is a heap of trouble. 	Urgent, commanding
 	 	 	Nice work, people! Looks like you got the big bad alpha wolf's attention. Forest Watch has eyes on him now. 	Urgent, excited
 	 	 	Time to lock and load, Responders. You've got a wolf to hunt. Just make sure you do it quick, before he slips away! 	
==HolotapeQuest_LVC==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Is it on? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, the red light is on, so it's recording. 	
 	 	 	This Maxine Ballard, squad leader of The Scorchslayers. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	We're making this recording to document our descent into the Belching Betty Mine for the final exam. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	Well, say which exam... 	Scolding
 	 	 	Oh, right. 	Suddenly remembering.
 	 	 	For the Fire Breathers final exam. We're supposed to head inside, find the emergency beacon and watch out for Scorched. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	Piece of cake. 	
 	 	 	I don't know. If it's so easy, why hasn't anyone else completed the exam? 	
 	 	 	Because they weren't us. 	
 	 	 	We've been hunting Scorched at the farms for days. How much harder could the ones in the mines be? Grow a little backbone. 	
 	 	 	Come on, guys. Let's stick together on this. 	Scolding the others for a petty argument
 	 	 	All of you, shut up! 	Annoyed from folks interrupting your recording
 	 	 	Okay, Scorchslayers. Time to lock and load. Let's get the job done. 	back to "in command" mode
 	 	 	Okay, "squad leader." Tim and Andrew are both dead. Now what the hell are we supposed to do!? 	Angry and sarcasm at beginning
 	 	 	Shut up, Sy... she's recording. 	"Sy" is like "sigh" - short for Sylvester
 	 	 	Entry two. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	We've lost Timothy Wolfe and Andrew Rhodes to a swarm of Scorched, and the rest of us barely made it past them alive. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	I'm beginning to think Melody Larkin may have underestimated the difficulty of this exam. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity
 	 	 	You're damn right she did! This is suicide! Well, the hell with this, I'm going back! 	Previous was "I'm beginning to think Melody Larkin may have underestimated the difficulty of this exam"
 	 	 	No you're not. You're sticking with us. 	
 	 	 	Why? So we can get picked off one by one until we're all dead!? No way, not me! 	
 	 	 	You know what, Sy? 	Sy = sigh - You're beginning to have enough of him, ramping up to anger.
 	 	 	You've been acting like a coward ever since we started tackling the Scorched at the farms. And now Tim and Andrew are dead because of you! 	Really reading Sy the riot act here.
 	 	 	What the hell are you talking about!? 	Angry and Surprised
 	 	 	I saw him, Max. 	You're accusing someone else on team, angry
 	 	 	When those Scorched pushed through the tunnels, they came at us from all sides. 	
 	 	 	Tim and Andrew were holding and they told Sy to watch the back. But he didn't. He ran away and left their rear flank wide open. 	Sy = sigh
 	 	 	That's what took them down! 	furious
 	 	 	Bullshit! She's lying Max! 	Angry but also panicking you've been found out.
 	 	 	Both of you, knock it off! 	Trying to shut two people who are arguing up
 	 	 	Sylvester, if you want to go, go. But you're going back alone. And I guarantee we didn't clear everything behind us. 	Cold, very direct - in Sylvester's face
 	 	 	But even if you make it, mark my words, you'll never be a part of this squad again. 	
 	 	 	Fine, to hell with both of you. I'm out of here! 	You know you've lost.
 	 	 	You're seriously letting him go? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, Rita. We're better off without him. 	With some contempt
 	 	 	Entry three. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity, but things haven't gone well overall (some concern)
 	 	 	Sylvester left the team some time ago. We heard his screams echoing through the mines only minutes after he left. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity, but things haven't gone well overall (some concern)
 	 	 	Rita and I are all that's left. Despite the odds, we've somehow made it to the beacon. We've done it. 	Official sounding, like recording for posterity, but things haven't gone well overall (some concern)
 	 	 	What's supposed to happen when we activate that beacon? 	
 	 	 	I don't know, I suppose we'll get Melody Larkin's next instruction about how to get out of here. 	
 	 	 	Well, there's no reason for us to stand here and wait. Push the damn thing. 	
 	 	 	<Beacon Noise> 	This is where the beacon noise will sound (match to MTR06's sound for MTR06_EmergencyBeacon)
 	 	 	Oh my god... 	A horde of zombies coming at you unexpectedly... you against many
 	 	 	They're everywhere. I... I don't know if we're going to make it, but we didn't come this far just to give up. 	A horde of zombies coming at you unexpectedly... you against many
 	 	 	<Gun bolt sliding into place sound> 	
 	 	 	<Gun bolt sliding into place sound> 	
 	 	 	I'm with you, Max. 	Getting brave
 	 	 	If we don't make it out of here, I just wanted you to know it's been a real honor, Rita. 	Getting braver
 	 	 	Likewise. Now let's go show those Scorched what it means to be a Fire Breather. 	
 	 	 	You never resigned as Senator. Is that something you're planning to do? 	You're conducting an interview. You just crossed a line and got yelled at. You're keeping cool.
 	 	 	If it means you'll get the word out, go ahead. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press.
 	 	 	Would you mind if I asked you one last question? 	You're conducting an interview. You just crossed a line and got yelled at.
 	 	 	I, I understand. It's just a ... sensitive topic. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. You're calming yourself down after just screaming at the interviewer. Back in control.
 	 	 	How would you feel about getting back into a fire suit? 	Give a beat. You know exactly the assignment you think this guy'd be good for. Add some smirk. You think this is a good acquisition.
 	 	 	I'm willing to prove it. Gimme a job. I'll show you what I can do. 	You've been told to put your money where your mouth is. You're game.
 	 	 	And how do we know you ain't just sellin' us a bill of goods? 	Quietly impressed. This guy just said he was an elite soldier.
 	 	 	You guys have a lot of mouths to feed and a lot of people to keep safe. I can help you do both. All I ask is regular rations and my own bunk. 	With just a hint of pride.
 	 	 	Because I guarantee you don't have someone like me. I find things. People. Supplies. Solutions. And I'm good at it. 	With just a hint of pride.
 	 	 	And why would the Responders need a Marine-turned-Brotherhood defector in their midst? 	Pushing back on this recruit. They have a great resume. Almost too great.
 	 	 	No shit. 	Quietly impressed. This guy just said he was an elite soldier.
 	 	 	Marine Recon. 	With just a hint of pride.
 	 	 	I'm guessing Paladin Taggerdy didn't recruit a fire fighter because she liked how you looked in fatigues. What were you before your civilian life? 	Curious. Recruit said something that doesn't quite add up.
 	 	 	From what I've heard, Responders do too. 	Being honest about your goals in life.
 	 	 	I was a fire fighter before the war. It's my opinion that looking after the people of Appalachia should be top priority. 	Being honest about your goals in life.
 	 	 	Taggerdy's Brotherhood was a fine organization. Maxson's Brotherhood's only cares about locking away every bit of technology they can get their hands on. 	Contrasting the two Brotherhoods. One was to your liking. The other wasn't.
 	 	 	And why is that, exactly? Brotherhood's been a good ally to us. Taking you on could be seen as an act of bad faith. 	Curious. This guy's suggesting the Brotherhood aren't the good guys you thought they were.
 	 	 	Our interests no longer aligned. 	Trying to be polite about why you left the Brotherhood.
 	 	 	Cause you quit the Brotherhood. 	Being intentionally stern. You're trying to throw a possible recruit off his game.
 	 	 	Was. Not sure that really applies anymore. 	Being questioned about your military background.
 	 	 	Sergeant Madigan, is it? 	Interrogating a new recruit.
 	 	 	Sorry, papa. 	Apologizing to your father. You did something wrong and now you leave.
 	 	 	James? James! There you are! You can't keep coming back here! It's not-- shit. Put your mask back on. Lets go! 	Your son is singing to himself about his trains outside, when there are a bunch of nasty baddies nearby.
 	 	 	Who needs money when you've got stubbornness? 	Said with a wink and a tear at the same time
 	 	 	If we're going to pull through this, it's going to take nothing less than bullheaded determination to put us back on the right path. 	Half joke, light-hearted
 	 	 	But I'll stick it out. I'll try to make things better. Someone has to. 	Sighing. Accepting.
 	 	 	If I didn't care about this place so much, I'd be on the first bus to Watoga. 	Joking. a bit of a laugh while saying it. She hates Watoga.
 	 	 	Earthquakes every other day, lawless thugs walking right down main street, and we're practically swimming in every kind of drug known to man! 	Disappointed more than upset
 	 	 	What do I think about how things are going in Welch? Well, it can't get much worse. 	Frustrated
 	 	 	The lawman bails, I pay the boys a little distraction fee, and everyone's happy. The people understand me. The people need me! And I'm pleased to provide. 	Prideful, but trying to convince himself as much as his mother.
 	 	 	I'm just about to pull my weapon and make things "interesting", when a group of old coal men show up. They start hollering about how those Auto-Miners have gone topsy-turvy, and are causing all kinds of mayhem back in Mine Shaft Elaine!	Excited, and embellishing a bit
 	 	 	Picked up the goods, and had the usual uneventful trip most of the way back. Hit the outskirts of Welch, and whad'ya know - the local sheriff is waiting for me. 	Calm and direct
 	 	 	While back I was doing a little run for the Duchess, and found out just how much this city loves me. 	Proud and forceful
 	 	 	I'm a businessman. People demand things, and I supply them. Capitalism at its finest, right? 	Convincing, but with a tinge of understanding that it's stretching the truth
 	 	 	I hate it when you talk like I'm a criminal, Ma. 	Annoyed, but loving
 	 	 	You find me some candidates with the wherewithal to survive here or else I'll find someone who will. 	Stern. You're addressing a subordinate who's disappointed you. And you're mad.
 	 	 	I presume you've seen to it that the Technology Support group has updated the Senior Executive exam with my clarified answers. 	Stern. You're addressing a subordinate who's disappointed you. And you're mad. But some real venom on "clarified."
 	 	 	I'm growing... weary of the spineless ... "executives" you've been sending me. 	Stern. You're addressing a subordinate who's disappointed you. And you're mad.
 	 	 	Hanover. This is Daniel Hornwright. 	Stern. You're addressing a subordinate who's disappointed you. And you're mad.
 	 	 	F-7n proved a bit more... potent than expected, so you'll need my password to collect a canister from the dispensary. Promethean7. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	And be aware. We were also forced to tweak the formula, after Subject #21 left without authorization. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	A phermonic component was added to mark the gestating hosts. So if for some reason one gets away again... you may use the dogs to find them. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate. Some smirk on that very last part.
 	 	 	Once you've deposited that into the ingredient collector upstairs, you'll just need a host to allow the sample to gestate. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	Subject #113 should be able to take another harvesting. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	Mitchell. Higher-ups need a fresh batch of tissue samples infected with F-7n. Today. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	They received a furtive message from Agriculture. And Secretary Eckhart is not a man to be kept waiting. 	Sinister, demanding. You're an evil scientist ordering around a subordinate.
 	 	 	Good. We should get started. If there's anyone still alive down there, I think they've suffered enough. 	Wrapping up the conversation. You're pleased with how this went, but you're realizing this will be the easiest part.
 	 	 	Certainly won't have to travel far to get yourselves into trouble. 	RERCORD. You're onboard with an idea that was pitched at you. Hiding your glee that your idea was accepted.
 	 	 	I'll work on getting them a place to train. Charleston Fire Department seems like the natural spot. 	Still staying civil, but now getting into the nitty-gritty of getting this all up and running.
 	 	 	Oh lordy, I think she likes it. 	Chuckle at the end of the line. Your weird suggestion seems like it's going to stick.
 	 	 	... I suppose we don't need to go with the first idea we come up with. But for now, I'd like you to reach out to those firemen. 	Give a long pause before starting. Still trying to be civil, but the idea your partner just but out is ... out there. RERECORD. Long pause at start.
 	 	 	Convince them to get onboard with the... Fire Breathers. Let them know it's important. Prestigious. 	RERCORD. You're giving into someone else's idea you're not quite onboard with when you say "Prestigious." Make it more reluctant.
 	 	 	Huh... well, gramps was a moonshiner. Made hooch so strong, normal folk couldn't come within a quarter-mile of it. 	Telling an old story. Getting on board with this plan because you're getting to put your stamp on it.
 	 	 	Everyone called him and his boys the "Fire Breathers." Resilient sons-a-guns. What about that? 	Telling an old story. Getting on board with this plan because you're getting to put your stamp on it.
 	 	 	Hmm. Any suggestions? 	Still a bit surprised the direction this conversation has turned, but staying calm.
 	 	 	Green Berets. Smokejumpers. Navy Seals. You want someone to sign up for dangerous duty, needs to be some prestige behind it. 	Brainstorming.
 	 	 	You give 'em a name, a new designation, extra rations, maybe, I'll guarantee you'll get the volunteers you're looking for. 	Brainstorming.
 	 	 	A name? 	The person you're talking to threw out an idea that caught you off guard.
 	 	 	Tell you what you ought to do... you ought to give 'em a name. 	You're now thinking about how you can get this group to succeed.
 	 	 	I understand what I'm asking. 	The person just threw a lot of reasons at you why this is a bad idea. You're aware of the issues.
 	 	 	Anyone you send into all that smoke is going to need training, though. Need to be whip smart if they're gonna survive someplace that hostile. 	You're onboard with this idea now, but there's still a lot of problems with this plan. You're going through them.
 	 	 	And breathing equipment's finicky as hell. Whole lot of care and maintenance if they're gonna be out there for hours, let alone days. 	You're onboard with this idea now, but there's still a lot of problems with this plan. You're going through them.
 	 	 	You're talking about a whole new division here. 	You're onboard with this idea now, but there's still a lot of problems with this plan. You're going through them.
 	 	 	Thank you. 	You got what you wanted. Still remaining civil.
 	 	 	... fine. We got a couple folks from the Charleston Fire Department. 	Begrudingly agreeing to an idea you think is risky (though, after what you just heard, know it's ultimately the right thing to do).
 	 	 	I can talk to them, see what they have to say about gettin' set up for those sorts of operations. 	Begrudgingly agreeing to an idea you think is risky (though, after what you just heard, know it's ultimately the right thing to do).
 	 	 	Most likely they did. But right now we don't know and don't have a safe way of finding out. 	Striving to keep the conversation productive.
 	 	 	And that's why I wanted your help, Melody, on how we can get there. 	Striving to keep the conversation productive.
 	 	 	Bramwell? Come on, now! You really think the Hornwrights or the Garrahans didn't fly off to some private island the moment the air raid sirens turned on? 	Bramwell is where the rich folks live.
 	 	 	I'm not thrilled about sending our people into a place that's actively toxic either... 	The person you're talking to said your idea to start a high-risk fire fighting squad is terrible. You're trying to remain calm.
 	 	 	... but there are whole towns down there we still haven't reached out to: Welch, Beckley, Bramwell. 	The person you're talking to said your idea to start a high-risk fire fighting squad is terrible. You're trying to remain calm.
 	 	 	Good, 'cause now we can get on record that I think this idea's god-damned looney. 	You're being recorded by someone who wants your thoughts on the creation of a high-risk fire fighting squad.
 	 	 	All right. We're recording. 	Getting ready for a conversation you think will be heated.
 	 	 	And, most important, don't come back all crispy. Because I love what I'm looking at right now. 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love. Last line should be really tender.
 	 	 	Just make sure you don't forget the basics with all this fancy new training. Always check your seals. It's stop, drop, then roll. The order's important. 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love.
 	 	 	Heh. Honestly, though... ain't no Responder alive who's a better pick for that crew than you. 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love. Smile while you say this. You're really proud of this woman.
 	 	 	Hey Rita. So, right now, you're asleep, enjoying your last peaceful night's rest for God knows how long... 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love.
 	 	 	... and I thought I'd record something for you to remember me by while you're locked away inside Charleston Fire Department... 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love.
 	 	 	... training for the prestigious opportunity to dive face first into a bunch of mine fires with the rest of those Fire Breather nut jobs. 	Speaking softly into a tape recorder. You're making a message for someone you love.
 	 	 	But there's no time to waste. Get a move on, recruit. And welcome to the Fire Breathers. 	Talking into a recorder.
 	 	 	That'll grant you access to our internal computer system. Once that's done, your captain should be able to point you to your first assignment. 	Talking into a recorder.
 	 	 	Head back to Charleston Fire Department and have the active captain register you for duty. 	Talking into a recorder.
 	 	 	Hello again, recruit. And congratulations. If you're hearing this, it means you've earned yourself a place in the Fire Breathers. 	Talking into a recorder.
 	 	 	I get this is extreme, but we need to know if you can hack it before you've got a half-dozen other people counting on you. 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	So, time to prove you can put it to good use. Suit-up, strap-in, and move out, recruit. 	Talking into a recorder. Bit of a pep-talk at the end. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	We figured out the Scorched aren't big fans of depleted Ultracite. Took a field trip to AMS HQ to figure out how to make the stuff, but it's the most effective tool we've found for putting them down. 	Talking into a recorder. Put some "umph" on the second sentence. You were the one who went on that "field trip." It sucked. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	But you're not going in empty-handed. Along with your suit, you've been issued a modified 10mm. 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	All you've got to do is survive a little slice of living hell and all the Scorched that call it home. 	Talking into a recorder. Bit of a grim smirk. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	Exam's simple. Reach the bottom of the mine, hit the emergency beacon down there, and come back up. 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	... and the toxicity of the area means there's no better crew to do it than the Fire Breathers. 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	I'm going to try and make this brief - the Scorched coming through Big Bend Tunnel need to be stopped... 	Talking into a recorder. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	Welcome, recruit, to your final exam. I'm Hank Madigan, Fire Breather lieutenant. 	Talking into a recorder. Initially puzzled, but then more formal. RERECORD. More dire.
 	 	 	No. Garrahan can wait. You need rest. Head up to Morgantown. That Excavator armor'll still be there. Now go. 	Stern, but caring.
 	 	 	Bingo. You give a day or two, I can head back down there, see what I can- 	Starting to get genuinely excited, ignoring your exhaustion. This is what you live for.
 	 	 	Locals would hopefully be a lot less inclined to shoot first. 	Cracking a joke.
 	 	 	No kidding. But that Excavator armor they made. Ruined the company? Rumor is it's tough as nails, and they've still got the plans on site. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed. Getting excited about what could be a good lead on some new tech.
 	 	 	Could you imagine what a patrol would be like if we could figure out how to make those things? 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed. Getting excited about what could be a good lead on some new tech.
 	 	 	Been a long time since I've heard "good news" and "Garrahan Mining" said back to back. 	Cracking a joke.
 	 	 	Oh. And actual good news. Garrahan Mining. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed.
 	 	 	So we've only lost Welch, Beckley, Lewisburg and everything around 'em. Little blessings, I suppose. 	A bit sarcastic. You just heard not great news, but things aren't actively getting worse.
 	 	 	Ash is piling up faster than we expected. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed.
 	 	 	But going by the maps the earlier teams did, it at least doesn't seem to be spreading anymore. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed.
 	 	 	Sounds about par for the course. Seems there's not a sane mind south of Mount Blair. Anything else? 	Taking a debrief. No nonsense.
 	 	 	Well, I found some more survivors. Started shooting at me the second they saw me, like the rest. 	Recounting what happened on the very arduous journey you just completed.
 	 	 	Hmph. So, how's it look out there, Hank? 	"Hmph" - someone just told you you don't need their permission. You're glad they remember that. Line 2- down to business.
 	 	 	You're captain, Melody. Don't need my permission. 	Joking, but covering for your exhaustion. You just got back from a very hard foray into dangerous territory.
 	 	 	You don't mind if I record? 	Turning on a tape recorder.
 	 	 	Oh god. Oh my god. 	You're alone in this mine and now another nuke warning has come on the radio. You're terrified.
 	 	 	Attention citizens. Nuclear strike imminent. Please exit the area at your earliest convenience. Thank you for your cooperation. 	Robotic.
 	 	 	Jesus, George. Don't ... fuck. George! Come back! 	Your coworker just suggested leaving the mine while there are nukes going on outside. Yelling after him as he leaves.
 	 	 	Get off me, Luann! I'm leaving. 	You're deep in a mine and you're terrified because a mine just went off above your heads. Your coworker wants to stay down here.
 	 	 	You don't have the slightest idea what's happening up there! 	Your coworker just suggested leaving the mine while there are nukes going on outside. You think he's out of his mind.
 	 	 	This isn't a vault, Luann! We don't know if this place will hold! 	You're deep in a mine and you're terrified because a mine just went off above your heads. Your coworker wants to stay down here.
 	 	 	Out of here? Are you crazy? We need shelter. This is shelter. 	Your coworker just suggested leaving the mine while there are nukes going on outside.
 	 	 	No. No. No. No. Jesus Christ. We need to get out of here. 	You're deep in a mine and you're terrified because a mine just went off above your heads.
 	 	 	Nuclear strike. It said nuclear strike. 	Quite horror. You just realized your fear was correct - you're deep in a mine and a nuke just went off up above.
 	 	 	What the hell was that? Was that a... 	You're deep in a mine and just felt a massive rumble and heard a blast.
 	 	 	 	Empty. Sound of a nuke explosion above ground should go here.
 	 	 	Something about "convenience." Probably just an ad for Red Rocket, we get 'em all the--- 	You're deep in a mine. Your coworker is freaking out. A strange ad just played on the radio.
 	 	 	What'd it say? 	Concerned. You're deep inside a mine and a strange radio broadcast just came through.
 	 	 	Attention citizens. Nuclear strike imminent. Please exit the area at your earliest convenience. Thank you for your cooperation. 	Robotic.
 	 	 	I don't hear anything. 	Your coworker, deep inside this mine with you, is suddenly very scared. You don't hear what she's hearing.
 	 	 	George. George! You hear that? Listen. 	Concerned. You're deep inside a mine and you think you hear air raid sirens.
 	 	 	And a pile of dead trains. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	Now it's just James. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	Since the world did blow! 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	The trains don't go. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	Waiting in vain. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	So here I sit. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	And I like trains. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	My name is James. 	Singing to yourself a bit.
 	 	 	Boys, there is no 197 from DC. And if you know what's good for you, you'll stop asking questions about it. Now gimme that tape. 	A veiled threat. You're covering up a secret. "One-Ninety-Seven."
 	 	 	But, but that's not true. We saw it. We unloaded the damn thing. 	Confused. You were just told you didn't have the experience you thought you did.
 	 	 	Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but there is no 197 out of DC. Here. Can look at the manifest yourself. 	Cool. You're covering up a secret. "One-Ninety-Seven."
 	 	 	See! I told you, Walter. There's something screwy going on. This is the third shipment this month-- 	Urgent. You want to get this all documented. You just heard a story that confirms a conspiracy you believe. You're cut off.
 	 	 	Yeah. Guy said his name was Grey. Kept asking what I was doing. If I'd seen anything. 	One of your coworkers got real concerned after you told him a story about a train you unloaded.
 	 	 	Wait. The 197? 	You just realized the person talking to you mentioned something they shouldn't have. "One-Ninety-Seven."
 	 	 	And as soon as it's off the train, this creepy guy in a suit comes out of nowhere, starts questioning me. 	One of your coworkers got real concerned after you told him a story about a train you unloaded. Getting a bit more confident.
 	 	 	Uh huh. 	You've been ordered to record this conversation instead of doing your job. Now you're bored.
 	 	 	Uh, yeah. Sure. So we were unloading the 197 from DC. Huge set of containers. Industrial-sized. Locked up like Fort Knox. 	A bit puzzled. One of your coworkers got real concerned after you told him a story about a train you unloaded. "One-Ninety-Seven."
 	 	 	Good. Dan, tell him what you told me. 	Urgent. You want to get this all documented. You just heard a story that confirms a conspiracy you believe.
 	 	 	It's on. 	You've been ordered to record this conversation instead of doing your job. You're irritated.
 	 	 	You got that thing recording, Walter? 	Urgent. You want to get this all documented. You just heard a story that confirms a conspiracy you believe.
 	 	 	You know where to find the Duchess. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	Bring the money to my place in Welch. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	But we don't do deliveries. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	Along with all the nails and safety equipment you could need. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	Wanted to let you know I've procured those tools you and your boys were asking after. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man. Hang on "tools" for a moment.
 	 	 	Hello Mick. 	Calm, cool, collected. You're speaking in a clandestine manner about guns you've procured for this man.
 	 	 	Pop the Hornwright recruitment booth in downtown Charleston and sign-up today! 	50s salesman
 	 	 	We're looking for talented men ... and gals! ... interested in earning good pay for hard work... 	50s salesman
 	 	 	... keeping Hornwright Industrial's fleet of advanced Auto-Mining robots active and kicking! 	50s salesman
 	 	 	Then its time you joined the Hornwright Industrial Auto-Miner Support Squads! 	50s salesman
 	 	 	Looking for a new career? Like working with your hands? Finding solutions to challenging problems? Fixing complex machinery in exciting environments? 	50s salesman
 	 	 	Yes, ma'am. 	Making that order happen.
 	 	 	Yes, ma'am? 	Ready to take an order.
 	 	 	Go pay Betty a visit. Let her know this is the last credit she's ever getting. 	Long pause before starting. Complete change in attitude. You're cool. Hard. Ruthless.
 	 	 	I'll keep Agent Danger occupied while you make your point crystal clear. 	Cool. Ruthless. "Make your point crystal clear" should be menacing (but don't overdo it. Keep it cool).
 	 	 	... Butch. 	Long pause before starting. Complete change in attitude. You're cool. Hard. Ruthless.
 	 	 	That's my girl. Go quick and you can have Butch's too! 	Yelling as the girl runs out the door.
 	 	 	Agent Danger can do that! 	Very excited. You're about to get a soda, a rare treat.
 	 	 	Agent Danger, would you be willing to take a mission for me? I need three of the coldest, iciest Nuka-Colas they've got down at Wabash's. 	Brightening up. You've got an idea.
 	 	 	If I gave you some money, would you be willing to go get them for me? One of 'em's got your name on it. 	Very sweet.
 	 	 	Uh, I think so, ma'am. 	You're not sure what to make of someone telling you "you're my one weakness in this world."
 	 	 	Because she knows you're my one weakness in this world. 	Sweetly. The child's mother sent her to collect drugs for her. You don't like her using her child like this.
 	 	 	Yes, ma'am. 	
 	 	 	Momma sent you to do her begging. 	A bit disappointed. The child's mother sent her to collect drugs for her. You don't like her using her child like this.
 	 	 	Momma said, go ask Ms. Duchess if she can cop us a two extra tabs of Buffout. Gerald can't work without it and she knows we're good for it. 	Reciting what you were told.
 	 	 	Hmm. I suppose it doesn't. Now, to what do I owe the distinct pleasure? 	This little girl lights up your day every time you see her.
 	 	 	That doesn't sound like a particularly good cookie, ma'am. 	Someone just described you as a "sharp cookie." You're a bit confused, as that sounds awful.
 	 	 	Well, aren't you a sharp cookie. 	Happy to see this little girl, who you know well. She just described out she outwitted her mother.
 	 	 	Yes. Momma said we can't play Agent Tornado anymore. Didn't say anything about Agent Danger. 	Chipper. You're glad to see the woman you're talking to. Proud of yourself that you out thought your mother.
 	 	 	Is that so? 	Happy to see this little girl, who you know well, but previously went by another name.
 	 	 	Yes, ma'am. Agent Tornado's retired. Too much collateral damage during missions. 	Chipper. You're glad to see the woman you're talking to. A little bashful at the end.
 	 	 	Oh, it's Agent Danger today? 	Happy to see this little girl, who you know well, but previously went by another name.
 	 	 	Agent Danger, reporting, ma'am. 	Chipper. You're glad to see the woman you're talking to.
 	 	 	That's where you're wrong, son. 	Cool, but firm. You've got guns trained on these men. They just don't know it yet. Whistle at the end of this line. Gun shots ring out.
 	 	 	Sir, I'm going to ask you one more time. Get back in your house. The only people in trouble are the Kaminskis ... for now. 	No longer yelling, but talking to someone very forcefully. You suddenly feel a whole lot less safe.
 	 	 	You company boys take our jobs. Take our dignity. Now you want our homes, too? I'd say it concerns me plenty. 	Cool, but firm. You've got guns trained on these men. They just don't know it yet.
 	 	 	Sir, this does not concern you. Please step back. 	No longer yelling, but talking to someone very forcefully. You suddenly feel a whole lot less safe.
 	 	 	Don't think they're coming out, boys. 	Cool, but firm. You've got guns trained on these men. They just don't know it yet.
 	 	 	Mr. and Mrs. Armand Kaminski. This is your final warning. Your domicile is situated on top of AMS property. 	Yelling. You're here to evict a family from their home.
 	 	 	You have 15 seconds to exit your home. If you do not do so, my men and I are well within our rights to remove you by force. 	Yelling. You're here to evict a family from their home.
 	 	 	I can't believe we lost. 	
 	 	 	We had one chance to prove that our Excavator Power Armor could beat the Hornwright Auto-Miner, and we blew it. 	
 	 	 	Why Vivian came up with her ridiculous challenge is beyond me. 	
 	 	 	She never even consulted with us first, just rolled it out there like a prize fight. 	
 	 	 	Then the newspapers got a hold of it, and everything blew out of proportion. Now we're the laughingstock of the mining industry. 	
 	 	 	Who in their right mind would buy any products from us after that? No one. 	rhetorical question
 	 	 	So here I am, staring at the phone, waiting for the inevitable call to shut the R&D department down. 	
 	 	 	Vivian betted all our chips on this project, and Garrahan Mining has wiped out. 	
 	 	 	I wonder if Hornwright is hiring. 	
 	 	 	Whew, I'm damn glad that headquarters upgraded the Rockhound's power system. 	
 	 	 	Now that we have reactors installed, we can finally stop depending on the local power grid and diesel engines to keep this baby humming. 	
 	 	 	I can't even count the number of times the machine stalled because of blackouts or the engines quit. 	
 	 	 	Of course, working right next to four nuclear reactors isn't as cozy as it sounds. 	
 	 	 	The engineers say those things are perfectly safe, but they aren't the ones that'll be vaporized after a meltdown. 	
 	 	 	Still, those fat bonuses I've been getting on my paycheck are hard to ignore, so looks like I'll be staying for a while. 	
 	 	 	Anyway, it's almost time to change out the Ignition Cores. I'll record more later if I have the time. 	
 	 	 	I am. Consider this interview my formal resignation. Spread the word, Ms. Carter. All I ask is that my warning goes with it ... and nothing else. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. You realized you have something this woman wants. Leaning into it to get what you want.
 	 	 	Now, if you wouldn't mind. My daughter and I have a lot to do. We're on our own out here, after all. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. Cordially showing her the door.
 	 	 	... I, I meant no offense. You just have to know how this looks from my end. 	You're conducting an interview. You just crossed a line and got yelled at. You're keeping cool.
 	 	 	My health is not the issue here, Ms. Carter! These are peoples' lives! 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. She just crossed a line by implying you might be crazy.
 	 	 	The Executive branch, captains of industry, the Department of Agriculture! I peeked into their world and they threatened my life! My daughter's life! 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. She just crossed a line by implying you might be crazy.
 	 	 	We're just pawns to them! And the only way we survive ... is to step off the board. All I'm asking ... is that you share that message. 	Angry initially, but finally calming yourself.
 	 	 	Senator, I'm not trying to be rude here, but it sounds like you're trying to start a panic, and without evidence, I'm not willing to be a part of that. 	You're conducting an interview. You just heard some out there claims and are skeptical about their truth.
 	 	 	I also have it under the strictest confidence that you've been seen making multiple visits to a certain Charleston neurologist as of... 	You're explaining to this Senator why you're not inclined to believe him (he has early onset dementia). The Senator cuts you off.
 	 	 	You're going to have to, Ms. Carter. I'm trying to save lives, not put more at risk by exposing my sources. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell.
 	 	 	And I'm just supposed to take your word for it? 	You're conducting an interview. You just heard some out there claims and are skeptical about their truth.
 	 	 	This is not some doomsday fever dream, if that's what you're asking, Ms. Carter. I received my information from reliable sources, yes. 	Being interviewed by a member of the press. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell.
 	 	 	Sinister forces? The end is coming? Senator, you're making some big claims here. Do you have evidence to back it up? 	You're conducting an interview. You just heard some out there claims and are skeptical about their truth.
 	 	 	There are sinister forces at work in the halls of government. 	This is your big ptich. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	I and my fellow members of the Free States will no longer be shackled to the putrefying corpse of this nation. 	This is your big ptich. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	Nor should anyone who values their lives. There is only one recourse left for the people of the United States: strike out on your own. 	This is your big pitch. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	Take whatever you can carry, get off the grid and get there fast. The end is coming, Ms. Carter. 	This is your big pitch. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	And when it does, your government has no interest in keeping you safe. 	This is your big pitch. Your life was threatened by these sinister forces. You don't want anyone else to die either.
 	 	 	What are you talking about Senator? 	Interviewing a controversial and elusive Senator. Genuinely puzzled. The Senator just asked for your help in "saving people."
 	 	 	Leaving was the only way I thought I'd be able to protect my family, Ms. Carter. 	RERECORD. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell. Being interviewed by a member of the press.
 	 	 	But I've since realized that I'd left a lot of other people I care about in grave danger. I was hoping you could help me correct that. 	Asking for help with getting your story out there.
 	 	 	And why is that, Senator? Why did you leave your position so suddenly? 	Interviewing a controversial and elusive Senator. Dialed in. You're going into interview mode.
 	 	 	I apologize for that. Maintaining a low profile is a requirement for us now. 	RERECORD. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell. Being interviewed by a member of the press.
 	 	 	It was ... an experience. Not a lot of my interviews start with a bag over my heard. Just glad it didn't end up being a prank, I suppose. 	Interviewing a controversial and elusive Senator.
 	 	 	Of course, Ms. Carter. I hope the trek wasn't too arduous. 	RERECORD. He needs to be a lot more on edge. This is a matter of life and death to Blackwell. Being interviewed by a member of the press.
 	 	 	All right. It's recording. Thank you again for reaching out to me. I can't tell you how shocked I was to find out your letter was the real deal. 	Turning on a tape recorder. You're about to interview a controversial and elusive Senator.
 	 	 	We're coming for you. And your family. This was your warning. 	You're trying to scare a local Senator into leaving town.
 	 	 	You've been sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, Samuel. And now you've gone too far. 	You're trying to scare a local Senator into leaving town.
 	 	 	Keeps going like that. Your daughter Judy's a busy woman, Senator. But not hard to find. 	You're trying to scare a local Senator into leaving town.
 	 	 	Noon. Family Medicine rotation, Vault-Tec U Free Clinic. 	You're reading off the school schedule of your target's daughter. You're trying to scare him into leaving town.
 	 	 	10:30 Radiation Therapy Training, Lab 206. 	You're reading off the school schedule of your target's daughter. You're trying to scare him into leaving town.
 	 	 	9 AM - Degenerative Neurological Conditions, Room 121. 	You're reading off the school schedule of your target's daughter. You're trying to scare him into leaving town.
==HolotapeQuest_DL==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Fine. 	
 	 	 	Don't. Don't ever contact me again after this. 	
 	 	 	And erase my name off that holotape. I went over the needed repairs, that's enough. 	
 	 	 	Pleasure doing business with you. We'll recommend you to our friends. 	
 	 	 	It's just... 	
 	 	 	Aw, shit. Just get me in the van and get me out of here before anyone sees me. 	Kicking at the gravel. Pretty unhappy about the situation and feeling like a heel.
 	 	 	If you've got a problem with that, we can cancel payment. 	
 	 	 	So that's it then? Just... keep replacing bots and machinery. Let the plant destroy the valley and break up the strikers? 	
 	 	 	Foreman doesn't give a damn about the ash. The workers brought it on themselves, now they get to live with it. 	
 	 	 	Besides, the bots don't give a damn. All the more reason to continue the workforce change over. 	
 	 	 	Ain't gonna be easy. Whatever's going on chemically, it's pretty toxic and corrosive at that. 	Whistle before the line, scratch of the head.
 	 	 	You're gonna have to keep making near constant repairs. I can mark the areas, but that's not gonna stop the ash... 	
 	 	 	Look Mason, I don't need to hear it. Can you keep it running or not? 	
 	 	 	I dunno what all they put in the furnace, but it's gaumed it up but good. 	
 	 	 	Wouldn't have been so bad if ya'll had just shut damned thing down for a few weeks and cleaned out the blast. 	
 	 	 	But at this point? Whatever it is, at this point it's fused with every damned part from the Furnace to the Smelter and the Mills. 	
 	 	 	You forgot your Christmas present! It's bourbon! To remind you of where you come from!! 	Yelling out the door after him
 	 	 	Good. Melody deserves this more anyway. 	with a grin. Melody is your contact with the Responders
 	 	 	I. WILL. NEVER!!! 	Yelling in rage and storming off.
 	 	 	If you're fixin' to have a fit, best sit down before you bite your tongue clean off. Wouldn't want to ruin my carpet. 	
 	 	 	It's all gonna be donated food, and we'll only keep the lights on for a couple hours. 	
 	 	 	And if your sweet, I might even let you wear the Santa suit. 	
 	 	 	I- You! Infuriating! 	Apoplectic, about to have an aneurismal
 	 	 	You think I'm some dumb hick, just on account o' the fact that you abandoned your people and your accent. 	
 	 	 	I know that you're trying to sway the vote next spring by letting your friends horde food. 	
 	 	 	I've checked the ledgers. Don't do in the dark what you don't want brought out in the light, Tanner. 	
 	 	 	We don't have the supplies! We need to keep them for the war effort! 	
 	 	 	And waiting to hold the town hall till I was out meeting those Brotherhood rebels is beyond deceitful. 	
 	 	 	Our people need this. They've been struggling on for years through the war, radiation, mutants, and raiders... 	
 	 	 	They need something normal. Something to give them hope that things will be better. 	
 	 	 	Oh, sit down Tanner. I swear, you could talk the bark off a tree. 	
 	 	 	Stuff it, Abigale. 	
 	 	 	What is this nonsense about throwing a Christmas party? We are already rationing supplies and if we have another winter like '78... 	
 	 	 	Test Log 3-12-78-A14 	Now a Ghoul. You've been camped out here for a couple years since the bombs fell.
 	 	 	Eyes appear glassy. Subject seems to be experiencing decreased blood pressure and heart rate. 	
 	 	 	While this new solution appears to trigger a vasovagal response in subjects with a complimentary DNA structure, no other reversal. 	
 	 	 	It's no good. I don't know how much of the mutations we've seen are from radiation and what is from the compound we'd been working on. 	Smash the lab equipment off the table
 	 	 	I don't understand how Samson got clearance for aerosolize testing before we even completed lab trials. 	
 	 	 	Did we cause this... skin disease... or is it just a mutation. And what of those whose minds have degraded? 	
 	 	 	Oh great. The breakers just went out. This winter is taking a toll on the lab. Guess I better get to fixing it before the plants freeze. 	
 	 	 	Test log 9-23-77-A10. 	This is PRE WAR, the character is not yet a Ghoul. Hopefully do this BEFORE a full session of raspy ghoul voice.
 	 	 	Animal subject shows no marked increase or decrease in muscle mass. 	
 	 	 	However, those in the flora lab have said that this test run showed an increase in growth by as much as 25%. 	
 	 	 	We felt certain that, due to the component make up fo the solvent, it would have a marked effect on fauna as well... 	
 	 	 	...but even the inclusion of a matching protein sequence into the solution the resultant distillate fails to show an increase in size or growth rate.	
 	 	 	Whoa! Okay down... Hey, down! Jessie can you grab it? Aaah! 	Animal test subject climbing onto the researcher and knocking them to the floor
 	 	 	Ugh. What was that about? Thanks. 	Getting off the ground
 	 	 	Ancillary observation: The test subject seems to be strongly drawn to the solution. This bears further testing. Is it the similar protein sequence? 	
 	 	 	Good! 	Finality.
 	 	 	Alright Fire Breathers, get out there and run that course like your friends lives depend on it. 	Serious, but also forgiveness. Some of these recruits barely remember the flood.
 	 	 	No ma'am! 	Multiple Recruits. Atteeeention!
 	 	 	What was that?! 	Drill sergeant.
 	 	 	No ma'am. 	Multiple Recruits. Muttered with differing levels of embarrassment.
 	 	 	You got anything else to say? 	
 	 	 	Now you listen to me before I smack both eyes into one. 	Domineering, in his face.
 	 	 	My husband is somewhere down in "that muck." 	The ruins of Charleston are a muddy warren even now.
 	 	 	So's yer father. And her gran. And their sisters. 	A lioness pacing. A beat between each. Let it sink in.
 	 	 	We spent weeks crawling through "that muck" pulling people out. 	Spit the words "that muck" at him.
 	 	 	Thousands of people died in the Christmas Flood. 	The dam up river was blown by raiders on Christmas morning.
 	 	 	More still were never found. Drowned or buried alive. 	Go inward. Remembering digging through it.
 	 	 	We pulled people out of there for a full year. 	Almost a whisper, but Sotto Voce
 	 	 	So you show some respect. 	Back up to intensity, but not too harsh. Square the shoulders.
 	 	 	I just don't see why we gotta go running through all that muck. 	Hesitant at first, but also annoyed.
 	 	 	What was that? 	
 	 	 	You got something to say, you spit it out. 	
 	 	 	*Muttering* 	Something mostly inaudible but to the effect of "And I just cleaned these boots..."
 	 	 	Alright, settle down recruits. 	Calm and collected. Addressing some "Fire Breather" recruits, the elite Responders team who goes into the most dangerous situations.
 	 	 	I know it looks hard, but the course ain't no hill for a climber. 	"Ain't no hill for a climber" means that it isn't hard if you're prepared.
 	 	 	Just follow the arrows and keep your head on a swivel. 	The course involves running through the ruins of Charleston, which was wiped out by a flood. There are hostiles.
 	 	 	Once you get down a piece, you'll see the capitol. 	
 	 	 	Give that button a whack and follow the course back on over here. 	
 	 	 	Are you tired of taxes going to incompetent government bureaucrats? 	Patriotic music playing in the background. Bright and brassy.
 	 	 	Come out on November 2nd and cast your vote in favor Ballot Measure 6! The Appalachian Prosperity Act! 	Waving flags, so much flag waving!
 	 	 	Automate Appalachian government and give the boot to bureaucracy! 	Emphasis on BOOT
 	 	 	This ad paid for by the Citizens for Automation Fund. 	Fast, quiet disclaimer.
 	 	 	Okay... Okay! I'm going, you don't have to shove... 	Disappointed, shutting the recorder off.
 	 	 	Uh huh. Get out of here before I pull your press badge. 	Deadpan. Not impressed.
 	 	 	Dammit. 	
 	 	 	Fine. But there HAVE been reports of people seeing the Mothman. 	
 	 	 	You heard her. Closed Session. No reporters. 	
 	 	 	Mothman... really. 	Walking away, shaking your head in disbelief.
 	 	 	Okay, that's enough. The Herald used to be an upstanding paper and y'all'r fixin' to turn it into a rag. 	Frustrated at this nonsense you start slipping more into your accent.
 	 	 	This is a Closed Session. Marshall, see that our friend finds her way out. 	
 	 	 	Has there been any word from Washington yet, ma'am? Are we still at war? 	Pushy, you haven't been able to get interviews lately.
 	 	 	What about the mutations? And the reports of the people seeing the Mothman? 	Trying to squeeze in as many questions as you can, but overplay it.
 	 	 	What? What foolish- 	Pause a step in your walking, utter disbelief.
 	 	 	No. It was people affected by the radiation. There's a passel of them over in the medical center. 	Slightly peeved at the question.
 	 	 	Poor souls... 	Honest pain for your constituents.
 	 	 	Is it true that a mob of zombies attacked the southwestern check point? 	Pushy, trying to get in some questions
 	 	 	No. The line of succession clearly states that the Speaker out ranks the Majority Whip. 	Firm but not unkind. Trying not to take out your annoyance at Holbrook on her.
 	 	 	Look, I don't have time for- 	You don't dislike her, but you really have better things to do than be harassed by reporters.
 	 	 	Are we still looking for Governor Evans? Is it true that Holbrook is the acting Governor? 	
 	 	 	Just what I need... I'm sorry, don't have time right now Ms. Carter. 	First part under your breath, then put on your press face. You don't dislike her, but you are late to session.
 	 	 	Speaker Poole! Wait! Please just a moment of your time! 	Jogging in heels trying to catch up
 	 	 	No no no no! Godammit David!!! 	Frantically trying to get your hands free. You know that David Thorpe blew the dam. Roar and then sounds of water.
 	 	 	What in god's name has he done? 	Disbelief. You can't see it, but you know it's a tsunami from the dam blowing which will wipe out the entire city.
 	 	 	I- I don't know. 	Eyes wild, slight panic. Rumbling sound is growing.
 	 	 	What was that? 	
 	 	 	You inbred, backwoods fucking idiots. 	Start small and build to a kind of crazy laugh of amused disbelief. Gallows humor
 	 	 	You have no idea what he's going to- 	Cut off by a distant but huge explosion. Thorpe just blew the dam next to the city.
 	 	 	Heard a little birdy saying they'd captured you. She and Poole wanted to plan a trade in exchange for a cease fire. Obviously it'd never work. 	
 	 	 	So I sent word ahead to your boyfriend saying you were dead and that they're trying to lie to him. He won't believe a word they say. 	
 	 	 	I figure that'll give you and I plenty of time to talk. 	
 	 	 	What? 	Leave a beat, Confused.
 	 	 	Thorpe's not gonna do anything because right now he thinks you're dead. 	
 	 	 	When he finds out where I am he's gonna- 	
 	 	 	I was just in town to get him a Christmas present. 	With a spluttering chuckle
 	 	 	You know how it is... you always plan get it done, but end up shopping on the evening- 	
 	 	 	AAAAaaaaaghghahhh!! 	Screaming in pain as the marshall pushes the club into a bullet wound.
 	 	 	Jim Greyson was a good man and I'd as soon see you hang for what you did to him and his. 	
 	 	 	But before that, you're going to tell me what Thorpe is planning. 	
 	 	 	Aahhgh!! Fuck! When I get ou- 	Waking up in blinding pain from gunshots only to be cut off by a backhand from the Marshall.
 	 	 	Well, it seems the little birdy brought one back alive. 	Furious but more smoldering than hot.
 	 	 	Get up. 	Ordering a raider who is in a cell to get up
 	 	 	*zapping sound* 	Holbrook is hitting Roselynn with a shock baton
 	 	 	*patriotic music* 	No VO, this is a queue for patriotic music to play in the background
 	 	 	*Chaotic sounds of flooding* 	
 	 	 	*Distant rush of water* 	
 	 	 	*Distant explosion* 	
==HolotapeQuest_MTN==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Edie, darling Edie... how delicious you were. the sweet taste of your flesh as... as it passed down my throat. 	You are on verge changing from man to beast, losing your mind, almost split personality
 	 	 	The syrupy... warmth of your blood... as it filled my stomach. 	You are on verge changing from man to beast, losing your mind, almost split personality
 	 	 	Wait... what... what have I done? No! Edie, she's dead! I killed her! I ATE her. Oh no, no no... 	You are on verge changing from man to beast, losing your mind, almost split personality
 	 	 	But... but, I had to. I must eat... so hungry, starving. Need more... more flesh, more blood. Need more... find... more... 	You are on verge changing from man to beast, losing your mind, almost split personality
 	 	 	When DuBois dropped me off at Bolton Greens, I was horrified. 	
 	 	 	Fourth in line for the Westbrooke fortune, and Momsy and Pa-pa had the nerve to leave me at a glorified daycare center while they travel the world? 	
 	 	 	Ridiculous. 	with a mocking laugh
 	 	 	To make matters worse, I'm forced to hobnob with the other children, some of whom are mere... millionaires. Ugh, the thought makes my skin crawl. 	as if millionaire was so beneath you, it's disgusting
 	 	 	The only saving grace of this prison is that they employ a sommelier in the dining room. 	
 	 	 	Well, it's time to go fox hunting again. Oh drat, I appear to have scuffed my ostrich jodhpur boots. 	jodhpur = "jahd-per"
 	 	 	I suppose I'll have to use the... ugh, calfskin ones instead. 	again, as if the mere thought of wearing that kind of boot is disgusting
 	 	 	Yeah, no sweat there Cyrus. Don't even worry about it. 	whew, you got out of that one
 	 	 	Anyway, uh, since I'm here, I need you to look at these plans for a ventilatio..., uh, I mean " for Spiritual Conduits," I want to have installed. 	You're trying to hide another scheme using new age slang you just made up - fake friendliness
 	 	 	Very well. Perhaps I'm worrying needlessly. 	
 	 	 	After all, it is you who has gifted us with this new direction and brought so many people here to achieve wholeness. 	
 	 	 	No, no. I'm fine, quite balanced. Everything is great. No more anointing please. 	blowing it off, you don't buy into the new age claptrap
 	 	 	Come now, Disciple Simon. You're beginning to sound similar to when you first arrived at our doorstep. 	More genuine concern than suspicion
 	 	 	Oh my, perhaps your balance has shifted. Did you wish to be anointed in oils for a cleansing? 	
 	 	 	Don't let those sorts of matters worry you, Cyrus. After all, that's why you appointed me as the Palace's business manager. 	Trying to divert away from him discovering you're stealing money from the cult
 	 	 	You just go and get naked and run around lighting incense, painting watermelons, or whatever you need to do. Leave the rest to me. 	false concern
 	 	 	Quite the opposite. By the time they depart, they appear blissful and enlightened. It's wonderful! 	
 	 	 	No, it's a far more material issue, I'm afraid. The amount of money that you're spending to advertise the Palace has me concerned. 	
 	 	 	You mean the uh, "Transitory Disciple Program?" What's the problem? Are the guests complaining? 	This was a fake cover for a money making scheme you set up - fake concern
 	 	 	Yes, indeed I did, Disciple Simon. 	
 	 	 	I'm proud of everything you've accomplished here in such a short time, but I'm having concerns about our "new direction." 	
 	 	 	Yeah, yeah, warm greetings, and wholeness, and all that... You, uh, wanted to see me? 	
 	 	 	Warm greetings, friend! 	
 	 	 	I had another patient visit my office complaining of intermittent headaches this week. 	
 	 	 	I'm certain the root cause is the same as other similar cases, dielectric heating caused by the site's EM field. 	"EM" = eee - emm (read out the letters), dielectric = die - electric
 	 	 	As usual, I've prescribed some painkillers and a hood to assist with insulation. 	
 	 	 	I've asked the site director if we could reduce the array's output to a tolerable level until we have shielding installed throughout the facility. 	
 	 	 	Unfortunately, our schedule at NIRA is tight, and it appears the director is unwilling to accommodate my request. 	
 	 	 	Apparently, he considers the project much more important than the health and welfare of our personnel. 	
 	 	 	Goddamn it. 	Saying aloud to self almost under breath
 	 	 	Corporal Gibbons, put her in a body bag. Private Zeleski, go find the kid. 	
 	 	 	(Sound of a single gunshot and then a body dropping to the ground) 	
 	 	 	No! Get out of my house! Dalton is only sick! He'll get better! You people can't take him like you took the others! You can't! I won't let you! 	Angry/Sad, maybe on verge of tears? You're about to lunge at an armed soldier to protect your child.
 	 	 	Put down the knife, Ms. Sherman. I won't ask again. 	Concerned, but still firm
 	 	 	(Sound of a knife being lifted from a table) 	
 	 	 	Ma'am! If you don't move aside right now, we'll move you ourselves. Do you understand? 	Shouting "Ma'am" to interrupt the lady you're speaking to. Then calm but very firm.
 	 	 	The hell I don't have a choice! You're not moving that child one inch or so help me I'll... 	You'll be interrupted at the end. You're livid, they are trying to take your child
 	 	 	You have no choice. Where is he ma'am? 	authoritative
 	 	 	What? Over my dead body! He's sick, he's not going anywhere! 	Shocked, angry and afraid - they want to take your child
 	 	 	On behalf of the U.S. Army and West-Tek, you're hereby ordered to hand over custody of your child, "Dalton Sherman," over to us immediately. 	Tek = "Tech"
 	 	 	Y-Yes? 	
 	 	 	(Sound of deadbolt sliding open and door opening) 	
 	 	 	Just open the door, Ms. Sherman. 	Sound should be from as if behind a door - Line read: still official, but a bit irritated
 	 	 	What do you want? 	Nervous, still speaking through a door.
 	 	 	U.S. Army, ma'am. Open up, please. 	Sound should be if from behind a closed door
 	 	 	Who is it? 	Nervous, you're worried who's at the door
 	 	 	(Pounding on door - as if heard from inside a house) 	
 	 	 	Keep her locked up. We'll worry about findin' a way to send a message up there tomorrow. 	Satisfied with this now. Still tired.
 	 	 	You wouldn't... you won't! He'll kill you, He'll kill you all! 	She realizes Melody's plan could work, and this frightens her. She screams the last part while being dragged away. Move away from mic as it happens
 	 	 	Well, well, gentlemen. I think I know how to finally draw our number one most wanted outlaw outta hiding. 	Feeling very crafty now.
 	 	 	You know he's the guy who killed two very brave and selfless Responders who went up to your... resort up there to offer help, way back when. 	Upset and stern. She's disgusted with this raider in front of her. But she's forming a plan.
 	 	 	David, huh? So we've got David Thorpe's what... girlfriend here? 	A little bit of a laugh at the start. Realizing she has a potential bargaining chip here.
 	 	 	You'll send me off with a big bag of Christmas goodies to take home to my David. And maybe we'll forget any of this ever happened. 	Extremely confident about this plan, thinking she has the upper hand for some reason. She laughs at the end of it.
 	 	 	You're gonna let me walk right out of this cell. 	Extremely confident about this plan, thinking she has the upper hand for some reason.
 	 	 	David's gonna come for me, and when he gets here, he's gonna be mad. He'll kill every last one of you if he has to, so here's how it's gonna be. 	Angry, half delirious from the pain, but still defiant and coherent.
 	 	 	Oh that's rich, you think this is a joke? You killed a whole mess of people out there, and now you're gonna answer for it. 	Tired, angry, and out of patience.
 	 	 	<Rosalynn laughing> 	Rosalyn just got smacked hard. Spit out some blood. Then, just get some really good maniacal laughing here, like you've got nothing to lose.
 	 	 	If that's how we've gotta do this, then that's how we do it. Now, cut the crap or he'll hit ya again. 	Tired, angry, and out of patience.
 	 	 	<Loud smack> Unghf! 	Wait a beat, then get a solid hit reaction to getting smacked hard across the face, but she's tough, so don't let it sound like it hurt too much.
 	 	 	Fuck you! That's 'F' as in Frank, 'u' as in... 	Really push the "Fuck you" drawing out the 'fuuuu.' She's badly injured, but surprisingly defiant. She gets cut off at the end with another beating.
 	 	 	Girl, you and yours've got some nerve! On Christmas Eve, no less! Now, I'll ask again, what is your name? 	Tired, angry, and out of patience.
 	 	 	Interrogation of one, Jane Doe, sole captive raider in custody after a deadly attack here, at approximately 10:30 PM tonight, December 24, 2082. 	Tired. It's late. Her people have just suffered a major attack. She's pissed, but this line is all by the book.
 	 	 	Ah well. Guess all we can do is keep on keepin' on, ya dig? 	Big sigh along with "ah well"
 	 	 	And honestly, it still beats hangin' with any of the other gangs. That deal we've got with the Palace is pretty sweet. All told, we got it good. 	Maybe it's not all so bad.
 	 	 	Only reason we don't up and mutiny her ass is because she's got that piece of the key for the cache, and a few loyalists to protect her. 	
 	 	 	Margie'd be pissed, but she ain't out there like the rest of us. So, to heck with her. 	
 	 	 	She don't know it yet, but a lot of us've been firin' first anyway, so's to save our skins. 	
 	 	 	I keep tellin' Margie we're losin' people out there because we're told not to fire first, and it ain't getting' any easier. 	
 	 	 	But you know, we got to eat, and so do they. Wavin' a gun around used to scare 'em, but now they got nothin' to lose, so they wave one right back. 	
 	 	 	Some of these people are just tryin' to make it, like anyone else after the bombs. I don't want to kill 'em if they don't give up their stuff. 	
 	 	 	I mean, yeah, I get it, but, damn girl! This is life and death out there! 	She's got to get this off her chest. Emphasize "life and death"
 	 	 	You know, we're all tryin' our best here, but this whole idea of being a Raider without killing is way harder than it sounds. 	He's got to get this off his chest.
 	 	 	Meg here. I've gotta say something before it's too late. I think ol' Margie's off her rocker, man. 	Upset and a little confused. Definitely concerned.
 	 	 	All right, you little minx, now you really have to turn off the recorder. 	He's in a better mood now. Chuckles a little. Emphasize "really."
 	 	 	Hey, you wanna hit the slopes, or do you maybe have something else in mind? 	A little wink-wink at the end.
 	 	 	Aww, baby! You goin' all soft on me now? Haha! You know I love ya! <kiss> 	She's poking fun at him. She gives him a kiss at the end.
 	 	 	You're my darling Rose. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you. 	Actually kind of heartfelt.
 	 	 	<Rosalynn popping pills> 	Rosalynn takes some pills.
 	 	 	Okay, I get it, you're not a robot. I know you don't like it when I order you around like that. 	Acknowledges he was being kind of a jerk.
 	 	 	Yes sir. Input received, sir. Awaiting orders. 	Very robotic. She's actually mimicking a robot. This will be important later.
 	 	 	Yeah, what do you want, Daytripper? Help yourself, just don't take too much. Don't, uh... get addicted. 	Happy to oblige, but doesn't want his girlfriend getting hurt.
 	 	 	Hey, you got any more of those chems with you? 	Rosalynn excitedly asking for drugs.
 	 	 	Oh don't be an ol' stick in the mud. No one's gonna find out. Pinky swear! 	Rosalynn is being playful and carefree.
 	 	 	I have too much to lose in a divorce and leaving evidence like that laying around will only make it worse. 	Very serious, and concerned about his own well-being.
 	 	 	Hmph. Fine. But it goes with you when we leave, and you need to promise to destroy it if word ever gets out about us. 	Very serious.
 	 	 	Aw c'mon! I wanna make a recording of us! You said you were gonna ditch that old hag when we got back, anyway. 	Rosalynn is being playful.
 	 	 	Hey, turn it off. Do you want my wife to find out about this? 	David is being stern here. Rosalynn just started recording the holotape.
 	 	 	Besides, kids are too scrawny. 	A little annoyed by this.
 	 	 	But Vanessa will know what's good for her, and she's too much of a good fighter to eat just yet. And the kid... well, I'm not a monster. 	He is a monster. Absolutely. He's hungry thinking about this, but rationalizing it as well as any psychopath.
 	 	 	Well, maybe his wife. And his little girl, perhaps. 	Considering this, but really, unconcerned.
 	 	 	I've been thinking about Gregory. He's got a lot of meat on him, and he's been rather useless lately. No one will miss him. 	He's starting to get a little hungry at the thought of this.
 	 	 	The others won't like it, but we're going to have to go to plan B. Edie's on board with me. 	
 	 	 	I can only assume the damn Cutthroats have been scaring them all away, or not sharing their finds with us. 	Annoyed that his supposed allies seem to be turning their backs on him.
 	 	 	Honestly, it's been several days since we've come across any more food. The usual unsuspecting travelers have been harder to come by. 	
 	 	 	I'm hungry because I'm the boss here! It takes a lot of effort to wrangle these useless idiots so we don't all starve, and that works up an appetite! 	Clearly annoyed by the lack of appreciation for all his work.
 	 	 	"Morris, how can you be hungry when you're still so fat?" Well, you know what I say to that? 	He says the quote in a mocking tone.
 	 	 	Edie and I have been feeling a little extra hungry as of late, and the others are starting to ask questions. 	A little annoyed by this.
 	 	 	Aw shit! It's those green bastards and they've got guns! 	Yelling as his camp is beset upon by super mutants. Stepping away from the recorder.
 	 	 	<Gunfire and shouting> 	
 	 	 	Fightin's still goin' on, and we'll keep an eye on the situation, but if things go belly up... 	He's starting to sound concerned, but not afraid. He gets interrupted at the end when Super Mutants start coming toward their camp
 	 	 	Soon as it looked like the armored goons were losin' the fight, we hauled ass back here, and that's where we're at. 	
 	 	 	Next thing you know, them Brotherhood of Steel folks are marchin' on it and clashin' with the other guys, and they ain't doing to well against 'em. 	He's familiar with the BoS. They're tough, but he still believes his gang's tougher, and smarter than they are. So there's respect, but as rivals.
 	 	 	First I heard. So I get him to show me, and I don't believe my eyes. These... big green fellers were in there, looked like, ransacking the town. 	He'd never seen or heard of Super Mutants before, so he was surprised. This was recent enough that he's still a little shocked by it.
 	 	 	Well he come back talking 'bout some big 'ol green 'uns stalkin' around. tryin' to rip up the fence 'round town, and bustin' up stuff real good. 	He's talking about Super Mutants.
 	 	 	We started hearin' some noises comin' from the town a bit back, so I done reckoned we'd better send someone to check it out. 	
 	 	 	We thought it was just some sort of quarantine zone full of sick people, so we made sure not to poke at it. 	
 	 	 	But uh... You know how we said stay out of Huntersville, and don't drink the water near there? 	
 	 	 	Plenty of game to catch, plenty of unlucky saps wanderin' in from the East still. 	
 	 	 	Me and the other Trappers set up this camp here near Devil's Backbone just like we all agreed on, and it's been workin' out for us. 	
 	 	 	Thorpe, we got a bit of a situation here I want to report. Gonna send this here holotape with a runner to ya, soon as I can. 	Mildly concerned. Walter just found out some disturbing news he wants to relay to the primary Raider gang leader.
 	 	 	Ever since the bombs dropped, the former guests at the ski resort have lost their minds. 	
 	 	 	If being a member of the Honorary Mock-Naval Yachting Society has taught me one thing, it's that preparation is the key to survival. 	
 	 	 	The idiots here have locked up their belongings and split up the access key, stashing away valuable items we could be using for barter. 	
 	 	 	Every decision being made is foolish! 	
 	 	 	Instead of using this facility as a headquarters and sending out hunting parties to look for scraps, we need to find a new base of operations. 	
 	 	 	We should band together in larger groups and take anything we find along the way. 	
 	 	 	They're convinced the government is going to rescue us, but the truth of the matter is that we're on our own. 	
 	 	 	The only people that can help us now are ourselves. 	
 	 	 	It's been barely a week since the bombs fell, and supplies have become scarce. 	
 	 	 	The former guests at the resort are exploring the feasibility of sending out scavenging groups to hunt down whatever they can find. 	
 	 	 	What's starting to dawn on us is that there will be people outside the resort sending groups of their own. 	
 	 	 	Who knows if they'll be friendly, or simply take what they want? 	
 	 	 	Instead of waiting to find out, we've concluded that our goods should be locked up for safe keeping. 	
 	 	 	It's a smart move and one that will keep our belongings protected until the government rescue teams arrive. 	
 	 	 	It's good to know that there's still some rationality left amidst all this chaos. 	
 	 	 	Maybe. Who's asking? 	
 	 	 	You repping the Cutthroats? 	"repping" slang for representing - gang talk
 	 	 	Fine. 	
 	 	 	Put the gun down, we're here to talk. 	
 	 	 	I'd like to thank the Monongah Township Council for letting me attend your meeting today. 	
 	 	 	For those of you that don't know me, I'm Daniel Hornwright, CEO of Hornwright Industrial. 	
 	 	 	I'm here with an offer... 	
 	 	 	No, strike that. I'm here with a proposal so beneficial and so incredibly lucrative, that simply calling it an "offer" doesn't begin to do it justice.	
 	 	 	I want to purchase the mining rights to Monongah Mine from your town. Not only for a generous sum of cash up front, but for perpetual... 	
 	 	 	...that means forever... royalties for every single ton of coal that we extract. 	Like you're adding it since people may not know what "perpetual means", condescending to slower people
 	 	 	What do you have to provide in return? Nothing. How much money does the town have to outlay initially? Not a penny. 	
 	 	 	All I need is for you to sign on this dotted line, and sit back while the money rolls in. 	
 	 	 	No risk, all reward. And most important, no chance that anyone from this town ever gets hurt in that mine again. I humbly await your reply. 	
 	 	 	The hell with that! We're dying out here. All of Appalachia's trying to kill us, and it's got nothing to do with turf or loot. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, by other gangs. That's how things work. 	
 	 	 	It's about survival. Our gangs are getting picked off one-by-one. 	
 	 	 	Frank. So what's this all about? 	
 	 	 	Name's Repo. I'm repping the Diehards. 	
 	 	 	What's in it for us? 	
 	 	 	My point is we need to band together. Watch each other's back. If we don't, we might just end up disappearing. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, it's a rough world, I get it. So what's your point? 	condescending too
 	 	 	Not just the Gourmands, but the Blackwater Bandits, the Trappers - hell, all of us. 	
 	 	 	You talking about the Gourmands? Those idiots ate each other to death. 	
 	 	 	<Single gunshot rings out> 	
 	 	 	Yeah it will. It'll get you to shut the hell up. 	Cold - you're about to murder the other person.
 	 	 	This is what I'm talking about. Pointing that gun at me again isn't going to solve anything. 	
 	 	 	Don't ever say that again. 	Very cold, dead serious
 	 	 	Staying alive? Do you understand what I'm saying or you too stupid? 	
 	 	 	<Gunfire, multiple shots from different guns> 	
 	 	 	What the hell?! He killed Repo! Shoot him... shoot him! 	Surprise to Anger
 	 	 	Welcome Dr. Harrison. The Vox Interpreter Program is now running. Stand by for today's data assignments. Valid Vox interpretation banks loaded. 	
 	 	 	Ensure you maintain the minimum transmission distance from the dart while you collect the requisite amount of Vox data per sample. Happy hunting! 	
 	 	 	Oh you know me, I'm just upset is all. It might just be pissin' into the wind, but I'm still going to talk with him. I'll be civil. Promise. 	Calm now, but stern.
 	 	 	Now Harland, dear, don't do anything stupid... 	Margie is concerned for Harland's safety.
 	 	 	I'll tell you. I'm inclined to go over there and give him a piece of my mind. 	Harland is working off some frustration. He's mad, but calming down.
 	 	 	Not everyone is willing to follow a foolish madman. Trust me, Harland. Reason will win out in the end. 	Margie is trying to remain level-headed about this.
 	 	 	And if he chooses not to participate in this trial, what then? You're aware more and more people are starting to side with him, right? 	Harland is concerned this plan won't work.
 	 	 	Like some sort of savages? I know, don't worry. We'll deal with it. I'll hold a trial with the aim to exile him for his crimes. 	She interrupts Harland. She's made what she thinks is a very reasonable decision.
 	 	 	I'm sorry, dear. You're right. I just... I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to live like this, like some sort of... 	He takes a deep breath, then apologizes. Margie cuts him off.
 	 	 	Lower your voice, Harland. You don't need to yell at me. 	Trying to remain calm, and calm down Harland.
 	 	 	The man's defied you at every turn. He does what he wants. The people chose you to lead them, not that blowhard! 	Angry. Voice raised.
 	 	 	You saw what he did, Margie! He killed those innocent people who came to help us. He killed them in cold blood! And for what? A few measly supplies? 	Angry. Voice raised.
 	 	 	I know, Harland, I know. But what are we going to do? David's... not a very reasonable man. 	Trying to calm Harland. Harland's previous line (Not recorded): We have to do something about him! He's a mad man!
 	 	 	<Quiet movement> 	Rosalynn is positioning the recorder to pick up the audio
 	 	 	They're talkin' crap about you again, David. This time I'm gonna record them so you can hear it yourself. 	Said in a hushed voice, so as not to be caught. Rosalynn has come across Harland and Margie talking about David. She is secretly recording them.
 	 	 	<distant muffled shouting and commotion> 	The Raiders are returning.
 	 	 	I wish the bombs never took you from me, Lucie. I love you. Always will. 	Said as she's trying to get things back in order before the other Raiders find her. She's quieter here, and moving away from the mic at the end
 	 	 	Sounds like the boys are getting back. I'd better go. Put that mean face back on. 	Stops for a moment to listen, then turns back to the recorder. She takes a deep breath and changes to a tougher demeanor.
 	 	 	Gotta be strong to survive, and if that means playing mean and leading a bunch of other monsters to prey on the weak, then that's what I gotta do. 	
 	 	 	Am I still the same Alfreda you knew? Would you even still like me? I'd hope you would understand. 	Still sad.
 	 	 	I've had to steal, and kill, and worse still, I've had to hide who I am behind this facade. I'm alive...I guess? But who am I now? 	Disappointed in who she's become.
 	 	 	Maybe it's for the best. These... people I'm with probably wouldn't understand us either. I've had to get even tougher than before. 	Some uncertainty.
 	 	 	I wish I had told you, though. We're both hard-headed, but one of our stubborn asses would have caved and then we'd be together, one way or another. 	A little levity when talking about their stubbornness, maybe even a chuckle, but still sadness.
 	 	 	They were firing up the snowmakers, and I knew you didn't like skiing, so I didn't even mention I was going. I thought you'd talk me out of it. 	Sad about the loss of her girlfriend.
 	 	 	I just... miss you, Lucie, more than you could ever imagine. And, I can't help but feel responsible somehow. 	Sadness in her voice. She's talking about her former lover, who died.
 	 	 	So I, uh, found this old holotape to record onto... Look, I know this is stupid. You can't hear me, not anymore. I dunno. Maybe this is more for me. 	Finishes sniffling as the tape begins as if she had just stopped crying. Big pause at '...' She toughens up, but there is still sadness in her voice.
 	 	 	It's been a helluva week, I tell ya. We lost more good people fightin' off those damn scorched things again. 	Tired, feeling defeated
 	 	 	Now I got Chavez tellin' me we're pickin' up a new radio signal. Someone askin' for help. 	A little disappointed. She just got another problem dumped on her, and it sucks because she does want to help people.
 	 	 	She wants me to take my team and follow it 'til we find 'em. Can't be too far. Already tracked it gainin' strength South a' here. 	She knows this is an easily solved problem, but there are complications.
 	 	 	Problem is, we'd have to go straight on through Raider country to find 'em and I don't have the time or men to spare right now. 	More disappointment. This is annoying to her. She knows a problem exists and how to deal with it, but she just doesn't have the resources.
 	 	 	So, I hate to say it, but I gotta tell her it ain't gonna happen. Not now. 	Very pragmatic here. She doesn't like it, but she's got to do it.
 	 	 	My team's the last line of defense, and if I take 'em on some wild goose chase, we're leavin' ourselves open for another Christmas Flood situation. 	Laying out the facts. She's putting her foot down and trying to keep people safe.
 	 	 	And, you can bet your ass I ain't gonna let that happen again, even if it means someone out there might need us. Man alive, times 've changed. 	A little angry, remembering the Christmas Flood, caused by the Raiders. Staying vigilant.
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 	 	 	<Sound of something large pounding on the metal walls of the truck's trailer and ripping the door off the back> 	A Grafton Monster escapes the back of the truck and runs off.
 	 	 	<Nuclear blast shockwave hitting> 	The shockwave hits moments later.
 	 	 	<Sound of a truck running off the road, metal screeching, and glass breaking> 	The cab of the truck crashes through the guard rail and comes to a stop. The trailer jacknifes and stops on the road behind it.
 	 	 	Aw shit, it exploded. I was starin' right at it, and I... I can't see! I... I'm going to... 	The driver is blinded by the nuclear flash and swerves off the road, crashing the truck. He's kind of freaking out right now.
 	 	 	<Faint nuclear explosion in the distance> 	The bombs fell some distance away.
 	 	 	It's like a rocket streakin' through the blue sky, or like a... oh... oh shit. It's a nuclear... 	He's staring at it when he suddenly realizes they're nukes and they're under attack.
 	 	 	Boy howdy, it's majestic. Like shootin' stars in the early mornin' light, only I ain't never seen 'em in the mornin' like this. 	Still in awe.
 	 	 	I'm sittin' here drivin' this truck, and what do I see ahead, but a sky full of... well there's these streaks of light like nothin' I ever seen. 	In awe of the spectacle, unsure of what it is yet.
 	 	 	Damn it, is this thing... Okay. Okay, it's recording. Ol' JB here. And you would not believe what I'm seein' right now! 	He has trouble getting his holotape recorder working, so he can record his reaction to seeing majestic streaks of light in the sky.
 	 	 	I'll see you soon, Harland, my love. It's been too long. 	Resolved. Almost content.
 	 	 	As for me, I'm leaving. I'll... find some chems, and I'll go out that way, peaceful, without pain... I'm done. 	More solemn now. She realizes there is only one way for her to escape, and it's bittersweet, but it will give her relief.
 	 	 	If that ever happens, Vincent knows what to do. Maybe he'll be more successful than I was 	Calmed down. She's leaving her assistant in with the responsibility to do better than she did.
 	 	 	Those bastards don't deserve their treasures unless they return to their senses and quit this whole murderous power game they're playing. 	Finishing the smashing action. Calming down. Breath of relief. Still upset, but she feels like she wields some power and moral superiority now.
 	 	 	The whole idea of the Raiders is sick. It's inhuman. I'm destroying that stupid key fragment. 	Pulled it together. Now determined, angry. Grabbing a heavy blunt object & preparing to smash a tape. Make it sound like it. Leads directly into sfx
 	 	 	So we have to kill, we have to murder innocent people... Well, not me. I don't care what this world has come to, it's not taking me down with it. 	Angry, to the point of tears, but trying to hold it together.
 	 	 	But now, everyone out there is as desperate as we are. When every confrontation could mean life or death, people take their chances. They fight back. 	Sad and exasperated. She tried so hard, but failed.
 	 	 	This is Margie McClintock of the Diehards. Heh, what a joke. We deluded ourselves into thinking our victims would fear a name like that. 	Depressed. She's just realized she can't live in a world that forces her to murder and steal just to survive.
 	 	 	<Sound of Margie smashing a holotape> 	Let's get some good grunts of effort. She's smashing a small plastic tape with a heavy blunt object, like a hammer, until it's utterly destroyed.
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