Andrea Cooper

“The Breach Outreach is a symbol of journalistic integrity. What happens to that when we start bringing in random people off the street? I don't really know who you are, but you're sure as hell not a journalist.”
**Andrea Cooper** is an employee of the Breach Outreach Headquarters.

## Background

According to Phobos, Cooper is from the Vancouver, Canada area.

## Andrea's diary

9/26/71: Finally leaving this frozen hellhole behind. The Grey is my home and all, but a girl can only spend so many years in a frozen over metropolis like Van-Can before she needs to set out on her own. Here's to sunnier skies and a career in news down south.

10/20/71: The only fucking news station hiring along this entire coast is in Portland. Which would be great and all... If Portland wasn't even colder than Van-Can for some godforsaken reason. Ah well... At least I'm already used to the cold. Was practically dying when the caravan made a brief stop in Montana, where I got to experience outdoor temperatures above the freezing point for the first time.

11/4/75: In the past few years working at the Outreach, I've come to love Portland and the people here. Most of the people anyway. Some douchebag from New Reno started working here today, and he's very opinionated in his writing. Frost only hired him because of his quote unquote "Magnum Opus", Mean Streets of Reno: A tale of Jet addiction, seen through a child's eyes. And as much as I hate to admit it... It really was a tragic tale that dove deep into his past trauma. Doesn't change the fact he's a douchebag though.

5/9/77: Had it out with some rumor mill down in the Slums today. "Sam Viper" (if that even is his real name) was going on and on about how the Church of Eternal Life eats babies, and other assorted nonsense. I couldn't help it, but I punched him in the eye. Now Frost is demanding I go apologize to him, as this incident could reflect poorly on the Outreach as a whole.

5/10/77: Fuck.

5/20/77: This is the third time this week I've gotten into a shouting match with Viper and then woken up in his bed. He's such an asshole, and almost nothing he says is true. But the things he whispers to me... Well, I can tell he believes them.

6/12/78: Sam was supposed to have his interview today. Supposed to. What actually happened, was Cosmo looked up, and laughed him out of the building. I didn't even know Cosmo understood the concept of humour. Sam didn't take it too rough though... He was back in the slums, spinning a tale about the Outreach hiring him on as an undercover correspondent... Which is what I intended to make him, but thanks to Cosmo he didn't even get the chance to meet Frost. Oh well. As long as Sam's happy, I'm happy for him. Just wish he had a little bit more integrity...

5/3/79: More poetry from Sam again. "I see a beautiful woman, standing beautifully. She looks beautiful, at this beautiful time of day. She radiates warmth, saving this cold-blooded Viper from the woes of the frigid wastes." He's no William Blake, but I can't help but blush. He's trying his best, and his best is always enough for me.

5/8/80: Another drop from "Zipper Man", our inside source for the NCR. He left me a manilla folder full of declassified documents, specifically regarding the Bright Town massacre. The files allege that Parker Mace, the officer in charge of the Bright Town operation, was high on Jet at the time of the assault. I'm not sure if Frost would want that going to air, however, as it could be seen as anti-NCR propaganda when they inevitably deny it. God damn NCR.

5/10/81: Sam came bursting into the lobby with a huge sack over his shoulder this morning. A couple of the scav correspondents on the first floor nearly shot him before I came rushing over. He opened up the bag and showed me the greatest thing I'd ever seen: A hundred pounds of coffee beans. Apparently he went scavenging through a few of the Cuppa Joe stores, and even headed out of the area to check a few Slocum Joe's up in Washington. The man spends weeks foraging for coffee beans as an anniversary gift, and all I got him was a new tattoo: "Journalist approved", stamped right on his ass cheek. He seems to like it though.

12/27/81: Blake hasn't checked in for a while now. I had hoped he would keep me updated on the developments from the Legion front lines and the plague that's been reported in Irvington, but as it stands we're in the dark until he resumes contact.

## Quests

* With Great Power
* Breach of Trust