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response	1 2 1.0 {Thinking} I don't know. Not yet. Not interested. Go on. Understood. {Confident} I'll do it. {Question} What's the job? Got it. Ready to go. Here you go. I can't make any promises. I'll pass. Maybe later. Not right now. Why do you ask? I'm working on it. On it. {Very important Q / Question} Is the Church safe now? Can you help me or not? I just need to know if you can help me. {Grim / Sad} We still lost too many people. {Angry / Irritated} Red Glare was insane. You almost got us killed. Let's move out. They kidnapped my baby. They killed my husband. {Confident} I'll get it done. No, I don't. {Confident} I'll take care of it. {Exasperated / Question} Where can we find one of those? {Curious / Question} What's so special about the gun? {Business / Irritated} I'm not here to talk, Doctor. I'm here to get the job done. {Slightly amused - slightly} You hear my broadcast? {MARK FOR RE-RECORD. Female only.Player has had enough of this "Need to Know" crap} I'm risking my neck here, I want to know what I'm risking it for. {Honest} I just heard a rumor about you guys in Goodneighbor. { Confident, bluffing / Question} You know who I am. So tell me. What are you doing here? {Neutral} I'm not sure if I want to work with you guys. {Considering / Confident} Z1 seems capable of that. { Curious, trying to persuade / Question} How do they know where to go? {Confident / Confident} For someone like me, you'll make an exception. {Question} Would it be possible to rescue more synths? We had some big problems at the Police Station. Owens... he didn't make it. { Firm, unphased / Stern} Put down your weapons first. {Somber} I risk my life for people every day. Makes no difference to me if it's a human or a synth. {Relief, urgent / Relieved} You're still alive. I got here in time. {Thoughtful} If the Institute's still there, this could be really dangerous. {Irritated} I can't safely contact someone we've never met who has no idea we're trying to do so. {Curious / Question} What exactly are we looking for? {Dead tired / Tired} Can we do this later? I'm dead tired. {Confident / Confident} So I just need to wipe out a few raiders. Done. {Confused / Question} Your base was under a donut shop? {A hint of irritation / Question} Do you really have to be so cagey? {Question} Wouldn't killing a Courser blow my cover? { Persuasive / Friendly} The Railroad values your service. But we could really use more help from you. {A touch hopeful / Question} Since he's my son maybe we can work with him? {A little cagey} Let's say, hypothetically, I've come into possession of a Courser Chip. Would you be able to help? {Considering} If you're fighting the Institute you need all the help you can get. {Decisive / Confident} I say we go through the front door. Minefield or not. {Curious} I found a Courser Chip. Can your people decode it? {Lying well, confiding a secret, unsteady} They had some Institute super-weapons. Auto-locking with bullets that curved. The whole thing is hush-hush. {Curious / Question} Why are you giving this to me? {Irritated} This lab better have what I'm looking for. { Whispered, but passionate / Defiant} Because every member of the Railroad has dedicated their lives to fight for your freedom. {Honest} I just heard a rumor about you guys in Diamond City. {Slight confusion / Question} Why's killing them our Plan B? {Honoring a hero} Your sacrifice will never be forgotten, Ricky. {A little gung ho / Confident} Rescuing synths is what I do. {Lying well, irritation at not being trusted / Conspiratorial} The test was very realistic. They monitored everything, looking for mistakes. {Urgent / Stern} They could be here any minute. Do something. {Question} The safehouses are in trouble, too? I thought only the Switchboard was attacked? {Unsure / Question} Even with synth allies is that enough to fight the Institute? *groan* Have to start over. *groan* Here we go again. {Question} What's the tourist's "problem?" {Mild friendly/sarcastic / Friendly} Stop. You're making me blush. {Whispering, a little confused / Question} Synths would fight against us? {Reporting in} They made me reclaim a runaway synth at Libertalia. {Irritated} You lose your nerve? You know the risks we take in this line of work. {Understanding} Your leader was just being cautious. {Positive, can-do / Friendly} Tell me what you need, Doc. {Dead tired / Tired} I just pulled a double-shift. I don't have time for this. {A little surprised / Question} And Desdemona is really OK with that? {neutral / Sad} I'm not a hundred percent sure who kidnapped him yet. {A touch cautious / Question} You here to pick up a package? {Very curious / Question} What other reasons do they have? {Considering / Thinking} He doesn't strike me as the dishonest type. {Annoyed / Irritated} I went through all of that, and I still don't know why. {Irritated} I can't believe Dez approved this hare-brained scheme. {Earnest} Have you seen anything else? The tiniest detail could save our lives. {Neutral} The Railroad's in the business of helping synths, too. That makes us friends. {MARK FOR RE-RECORD.A hint of irritation / Question} You sure you need me? Desdemona didn't seem to care. {Thoughtful, muttery - neutral tone} 4 and L. Definitely a code. {Appreciative / Friendly} I appreciate all you've done. {Lying well, facile explanation} Your memory must terrible, then. I've been with the Brotherhood since we left the Capital Wasteland. {Confident} Already taken care of. I hardly even broke a sweat. {Whispering} Does the Institute have to be destroyed? {Curious / Question} Is all the security necessary? {Irritated} Yeah, yeah, just tell me what you want. A friend named Tinker Tom cracked your encryption. {A little impressed} Sounds like Bunker Hill's important. {Lying well, excited, hopeful - proud to get revenge upon the Railroad} They mounted some sort of last ditch assault. I think the Railroad's gone. Ahh, so it starts with"R". All right, Ticonderoga here we come. Another job done. Another synth rescued. Augusta Safehouse was destroyed by the Institute. { Whispered, inspiring / Confident} All people want to be free. They just need the opportunity to take it. {Curious / Puzzled} Aren't synths just machines? And machines are tools. {Curious, concerned / Question} Is the situation that bad? Cache secured, PAM. Call me "Bullseye." Call me "Charmer." Call me "Fixer." Call me "Professor". Call me "Whisper." Deacon, is that you? Desdemona told me to give you this. Do you have any news? {Double speak, spy talk / Conspiratorial} Let's say I am. {Whispering / Somber} I'll do it if it's necessary. {Very curious / Question} Why do synths get new memories? Get to the point, already. Give me details. Give me the details on the Institute assault. Give me the details. No promises, though. Good to know. I'll be going. {Thoughtful, hopeful} There must be some way to slow them down. {A little outraged / Confident} That sounds like slavery. Haylen didn't give us anything. Not our fault. Here you go, Tom. Hey Ricky... Hmm. It spins. {Very curious / Question} Any other intel on the police station? {Question} But what's that have to do with terraforming? I briefly met him. But we didn't talk for long. I can't help with that. I don't have anything to report. I don't know. Sir. I don't want a code name. I fought the Brotherhood of Steel at Mass Fusion. I found the synth. All's good now. I found you. Take this. I got one built into my Pip-Boy. I got the Code Defender password for Patriot. I met Patriot. His name is Liam Binet. I might be able to do that. I might take care of it. I really don't want to choose. I secured the DIA cache for you. I think I'll hold onto it. I think the doctor's right. I took care of the Courser. I took care of the vertibird. I want more details than that. I'll be going, then. I'll bring you the package later. Sir. I'll do the mission, then. I'll go right now. I'll head out. I'll hold onto it for now. I'll pass on this one. I'll stand by the Brotherhood of Steel. I'll stick with my people in the Minutemen. I'll work with you, then. I'm busy. I'm busy. Let's talk later. I'm meeting someone here. I'm not here for chit chat. I'm not quite ready yet. I'm out of here. If that's your call. It doesn't feel right using Patriot. It'll be my pleasure. It's all true. It's complicated, Deacon. It's up to you. {CHARISMA CHALLENGE - Pretty curious / Question} So tell me. Why did you vouch for me? Job's done. The synth is safe. Just tell me what to do. Just tell me where to go. We're entering Slocum's through an escape tunnel. Know anything useful? {Re-record: more natural, mutter} Now a 6 and an O. {Lying well, annoyed at the other's bullshit - fast talking} If I don't get a full report in pronto, we're both going to be in trouble. Is that what you want? Let me think. Let's focus on what's next. Let's get down to business. Liam. Liam. I got you your username and password. Looks like he started a fire. Lucky Tatum is eliminated. {Curious why he's being asked} I have a geiger counter built into my Pip-Boy. Maude's taken care of. {Irritated} I am a superior officer. I don't have to answer to the likes of you. {MARK FOR RE-RECORD. Female only.Some sympathy / Somber} That sounds really, really bad. No, I don't have a geiger counter. No, sir, I really wasn't on Claymore. Now to get out of here. {MARK FOR RE-RECORD.Trying to sound honest / Friendly} Every word he said was true and then some. {Uncertain / Nervous} Your "plan" makes me nervous. One down. One less Courser. One more Brotherhood threat eliminated. One synth safely out of harm's way. One to go. One vertibird down. PAM, I killed the patrol. PAM, I took care of the DIA cache. {Neutral / Defiant} No promises. I don't owe you guys anything. {Firm} I don't want anyone else to suffer at their hands. {A little surprised} I almost didn't recognize you. {Whispering / Question} Couldn't we just steal some weapons? See you later, then. See you later. Seems logical to me. Sir, I wasn't on Claymore. So I take it there's another job. So give me the details. So that's not right. Sorry, sir. Won't happen again, sir. Sounds like they need to be dealt with. Stevie's gone. The Brotherhood's learned from the mistakes of the past, and offers us our best chance at a real future. {Curious / Question} What harm has the Institute actually done to people? {Whispering, a little alarmed / Irritated} Fighting the Institute with crappy weapons is a horrible idea. Take this and leave. Take this. It'll tell you where to go. Tammy Mac's been dealt with. Tell me about Augusta. Tell me about my role in this. Tell me about the job. Tell me about the mission. Tell me about the options. Tell me the next step, then. Tell me the plan. Tell me where to put MILA, then. Thanks, PAM. That Courser won't be bothering anyone again. That sounds crazy all right. That's all for now. Goodbye. That's the price we pay for security. The Brotherhood forces are gone. The Brotherhood patrol's been dealt with. The Brotherhood vertibird has been eliminated. The Bruiser's dead. The Courser's dead. The Institute has a massive fusion reactor. The Railroad's gone. The route's been cleared. H2-22 is safe to move. The runner should be able to get to the cache now. The vertibird op was successful. The vertibird's destroyed. Then it all worked out. This sounds dangerous. Tough break. {Lying well, bitter at being fooled / Irritated} That wasn't' their HQ, it was a trap. They blew the tunnels and killed a lot of good men. { Curious, trying to be persuasive / Question} Why don't you tell me who you are first? We have to cancel our plans. We should contact them directly. Well, they haven't killed us yet. What type of help? What's at Cambridge Polymer? Who's Doctor Carrington? Wrong place, wrong time, pal. The Institute knows about Bunker Hill. They're planning to re-capture the synths there. Just making a routine inspection. You know the drill. {Considering} He may have a good reason to be paranoid. Yeah, I have one. Yeah, I know all about them. Yeah, I'm with the Railroad. Yeah, that's really great, Tom. You can send a runner to the DIA cache. You've done enough for us. Goodbye. Z1. { Neutral} I'm just exploring. Looking for salvage. { Trying to sound reasonable and innocuous, actually partially deceiving Liam / Question} This is a delicate operation. Are you OK if we have to use violence? {Conspiratorial} Someone's up for a promotion. Just need to see if everything's ship shape. {Curious, speaking carefully / Question} You're the one that needs help, right? {Grim, referring to avenging the fallen Glory / Defiant} It's payback time. {Explaining} I tracked down and killed a Courser at Greenetech Genetics. Now I need help breaking the code on his Courser Chip. {Pleading} Damn it. I'm new here. There weren't any signs. The pilot ordered me to report to you. I didn't ask why. {Lying well, condescending towards the raiders / Irritated} Some idiot raiders got a hold of a rocket launcher and were taking it for a joy ride. {Trustworthy / Somber} Don't worry, I'll keep your secret. {Question} Anything else we're supposed to do here? {Enigmatic} You don't need to know the details. Just tell me about the original route. {Urgent} The Institute caught wind of a surprise attack. {Whispering, urgent} Get those weapons made quickly. {Irritated} If they're that big a problem, we should've done this when Glory was alive. {Concerned, hoping for an encouraging answer / Question} Shouldn't we just hide, instead? { Persuasive / Friendly} We're assaulting the base. Once we strike, use your rifle to pick off anyone you can see. A lot of lives are depending on us. {Irritated} Just hand the stupid thing over and I'll set it up. {Lying well, justifiably defensive / Irritated} There were a lot of them. The smart call was to bring in the cavalry. {Seriously annoyed / Irritated} If you greet all newcomers like that no one's ever going to help you. {Thoughtful} You made some good points. Tell me more. {Curious / Question} What's there to be divided about? {Annoyed / Irritated} I was hoping for more than a pat on the back. {Whispering, a little blood-thirsty} I'm happy to kill every last one of them. {Question} Can't we just assault the Institute with who we got? {Glib, lying } The SRB sent me to check on you. See if you need help. {Thinking} A Pre-War cache, huh? This'll be interesting. {MARK FOR RE-RECORD. Curious / Question} Why should I join you? {Lying well, some irritation / Thinking} No idea. I was surprised as anyone else when Scimitar flew in. {Whispering, direct - strong} The plan's broken. We only get one chance at a mass breakout. If you fight with us, we rescue everyone, instead. {Neutral} No, I have no problem with the Institute. {A little annoyed, pre-occupied / Irritated} This isn't an ice cream social, Stockton. {Annoyed / Irritated} He taught me what I need to know, including that. {Annoyed / Irritated} I didn't sign up to babysit your ass. {Honest} A reporter, Piper, she got a lead on you guys. {Confident} If Blackbird's alive, I want to bring him back. {Lying well, swapping gripes with a fellow in the trenches / Irritated} Nothing. The whole thing was a training drill. Can you believe it? {A little disbelief} And they'll just let us land. {A little weary} About the mission, Tom... {Angry} We've got a lot of dead Railroad agents. {Annoyed / Irritated} Finally, it's over. {Annoyed / Irritated} Just tell me what you mean. {Annoyed / Irritated} So I'm just muscle. {Annoyed / Irritated} Stop screwing with me. {Appreciate it / Grateful} I appreciate it. {Barbed / Irritated} So, is there anyone you like? {Bravado / Confident} More raiders. Not a problem. {Careful / Question} What do you think? {Cautious / Thinking} It depends on what you need. {Concerned} Can I lend a hand? {Confident / Confident} I'll find it for you. {Confident / Confident} I'll take care of it. {Confident / Friendly} Of course I'll help you. {Confident} I can recover it. {Confident} I'll do my best. {Confident} If it'll help a synth, count me in. {Confused / Question} What do you mean a new face? {Considering} Understandable. {Conspiratorial} Mine is in the shop. {Conspiratorial} That's right. {Curious / Question} Anything else I need to do? {Curious / Question} Are you in danger? {Curious / Question} Can't he just stay here? {Curious / Question} Could you elaborate? {Curious / Question} He doesn't remember anything? {Curious / Question} Is it that bad? {Curious / Question} Monitored? What do you mean? {Curious / Question} They have a minefield? {Curious / Question} Trinity? What's that? {Curious / Question} What do you mean by freedom? {Curious / Question} What do you need help with? {Curious / Question} What do you want from me? {Curious / Question} What happened? {Curious / Question} What sort of name is H2-22? {Curious / Question} What's the big deal? {Curious / Question} Who are you people, exactly? {Curious / Question} Who are you? {Curious / Question} Why are you helping synths? {Curious / Question} Why do you ask? {Curious / Question} Why would Ricky lie? {Curious / Question} You do anything else there? {Curious} Have any suggestions? {Curious} I've heard rumors about them. {Curious} Tell me what's going on. {Curious} What're you planning on doing? {Determined / Confident} Let's go. {Diplomatic} Hopefully we can work something out. {Eager} Let's find a prototype, then. {Eager} Sounds like an important mission. {Emotion / Grateful} I'm just glad he's alive. {Evasive} I don't want to get anyone into trouble. {Evasive} I have my reasons. {Explaining} How I got here really doesn't matter. {Explaining} I need a Courser Chip decoded. {Firm} I don't need the help. {Firm} Let's find it, then. {Firm} Maybe not. {Firm} No, I'm not. {Firm} Sign me up, then. {Firm} Someone has to stop them. {Firm} Still not interested. {Friendly / Friendly} Glad someone noticed. {Friendly / Friendly} It's nice to meet you. {Friendly / Friendly} Nice to meet you, H2. {Friendly} Happy to help. {Friendly} I'll take good care of MILA. {Friendly} I'm happy to help. {Friendly} The pleasure was all mine. {Friendly} We made a good team. {Friendly} What matters is you're all safe. {Grim / Sad} We've already lost men. {Grim line before attacking} Time to die. {Grim, confident / Confident} Count on me. {Grim} I don't have time for this. {Grumbling} What an ice cold bastard. {Happy} I get to set up a new base? That's cool. {Happy} The last of the L&L Gang have fallen. {Helpful} I have weapons I could give you. {Helpful} Tell me how I can help. {Holding in anger / Angry} Kellogg kidnapped him. {Honest admission / Thinking} No, probably not. {Honest} Doctor Amari told me how to find you. {Impatient} Cut to the chase. {Impressed} Nice. That sounds pretty high tech. {InPain} Damned straight you do. {Interested} Sure, I'm interested. {Interested} You got my attention. {Internal whistle} That's a bold plan. {Irritated} Ornery old cuss... {Irritated} Then they're just wasting my time. {Irritated} Unloading cargo's not my job. {Irritated} You're not my boss. {Irritated} You're such an ass. {MARK FOR RE-RECORD. MALE ONLY.} Bye. {Matter-of-fact} Yeah, I've been pretty busy. {Muttering to yourself, annoyed} Worthless. {Muttering, annoyed} Paranoid son-of-a... {Neutral / Defiant} I just want them stopped. {Neutral} I don't know what you're talking about. {Neutral} I shouldn't take it. {Neutral} I won't help you. {Neutral} I'm not interested in joining right now. {Neutral} What's done is done. {Neutral} You help synths. I want to lend a hand. {Not hopeful / Question} How bad is it? {Perplexed / Question} A synth? What's that? {Perplexed / Question} What about the Institute? {Pessimistic / Worried} Sounds like we're screwed. {Promise made to a dying friend / Sad} I promise. {Promising} Contacting Patriot is my top priority. {Puzzled / Question} What's a dead drop? {Puzzled} I have no idea what's going on here. {Puzzled} Uh... Who's the Institute? {Question} A distribution center? What's that? {Question} Any mission details? {Question} Any more info on the target? {Question} Any payment for this? {Question} Any relevant details? {Question} Did the DIA have a lot of these caches? {Question} Do you have any more details? {Question} Do you trust her? And the warning? {Question} Have any news? {Question} How bad did the Institute hurt us, doc? {Question} How do I make contact? {Question} How does this device work? {Question} How much of a threat are they? {Question} How'd they get the drop on us? {Question} How's this sort of thing happen? {Question} Is Randolph Safehouse OK? {Question} Is a quarantine really necessary? {Question} Is it really a fool's errand? {Question} Is this going to work? {Question} Was all of that worth it? {Question} We need cameras watching the Trail? {Question} What was the plan again? {Question} What's in the cache? {Question} Where would I find that? {Question} Where'd you hear that? {Question} Who is this L&L Gang? {Question} Why should I help you, instead? {Question} You got any details on the op? {Question} You know anything else? {Question} You thought I died? {Re-record: more natural, mutter} 2A. {Re-record: more natural, mutter} 3I. {Re-record: more natural, mutter} 4L. {Re-record: more natural, mutter} 5R. {Re-record: more natural, mutter} 6O. {Re-record: more natural, mutter} 7A. {Re-record: more natural, mutter} 8D next. {Re-record: more natural, mutter} 8D. {Resigned / Irritated} Let's get this over with. {Sad / Sad} I miss Glory, too, Desdemona. {Sad} Glory's dead. {Seems simple} Just find another route. {Shock / Question} What happened? {Shocked} I'm still in shock. {Simple} You're welcome. {Solemn / Friendly} Glad to be aboard. {Somber} Then we have to abandon the Church. {Somber} Then we need another option. {Somber} Then we stay and fight. {Stern} I need your help to attack the Institute. {Stubborn / Irritated} I'm not saying. {Surprised / Question} You can change your face? {Surprised / Surprised} I don't believe you. {Surprised} Is that even possible? {Suspicious} Nothing is ever that easy. {Suspicious} The whole thing smells like a trap. {Thinking} Contacting him is going to be tricky. {Thinking} I don't really know. {Thinking} I'm not certain. {This is a secret password} Mine is in the shop. {Tough PC} It was a walk in the park. {Uncertain} I haven't made up my mind yet. {Understated} There we go. {Unsure} I still haven't decided. {Unsure} I'm not sure. {Urgent / Question} Notice anything suspicious? {Urgent / Stern} I'll warn them right away. {Very curious / Question} Who's Patriot? {Whispered / Question} Who are you? {Whispered} Trust is a two way street. {Whispered} You don't. {Whispering / Question} Any news about Liam? {Whispering / Question} Have any problems? {Whispering / Question} What ingredients? {Whispering / Question} Who's guarding them? {Whispering} Go on. {Whispering} I'll do it. {Whispering} Understood. {Worried he's going to get shot} Easy there. {curious / Question} Why don't you believe Deacon? {hedging} It depends on the circumstances. {neutral} No, I don't have one. {neutral} That? Not much of a disguise. {Concerned / Somber} How bad's the situation out there? {Conviction / Confident} Whether it's synths or humans I'm against slavery. {Lying well, irritated / Irritated} Just a couple snipers. The air support helped us find their position. {Whispering, Committed / Confident} You won't be alone. The Railroad will fight with you. {Curious / Question} Why does the Institute treat them that way? {Curious / Question} Really, it's full of hydrogen? {Curious / Question} So everyone here is out for revenge? {CHARISMA CHALLENGE - Pressing for more info, insistent / Question} Really? Is that all? {Curious / Question} What do you mean by "chrome-dome synths"? {Volunteering, grim / Defiant} I'll clear the catacombs. {Swearing vengeance / Angry} The Institute's going to pay for what they've done to my family. {Annoyed / Irritated} You guys recruited me, I don't need your attitude. {Approving} The Railroad sent me to look for someone they call Patriot. That's you. {Question} Without the Institute they're still a threat? { Trying to pry some information out of him / Question} I'm helping you out. The least you can do is answer my question. {A little confused / Question} The donut shop has an escape tunnel? {Whispering, pleased / Friendly} This is a good start. {Curious / Question} Is this really worth risking my cover? {Justifying politely} I followed the only lead I had. {How I was a I supposed to know? - slight irritation / Question} What procedure is that? {A little annoyed / Irritated} Doesn't anyone else work around here? {A little grim} You're the only ones fighting the Institute, and I want to take them down. {Appreciative / Friendly} You've got a tough job here. {Calm, reassuring } I followed the Freedom Trail looking for the Railroad. I'm not your enemy. {Uncertain / Thinking} I'm not sure if I want to join. {Curious, a hint of accusation / Question} Speaking of truth. Why did you lie to Ricky? {Spoken like a spy back} Z1-14 was helping me with a project. I'm guessing this is related... We have to use the original route. There's no other way. {Question} Are you all right? You seem a little jumpy? {Curious / Question} So, is this a normal operation? {Double-speak, "facilitate delivery" = "kill all the raiders" / Conspiratorial} Facilitate delivery. I can do that. {Curious, suspicious / Question} Do we know each other? {Annoyed at all the spy games / Irritated} You're talking about synths, right? {Annoyed} Yeah, yeah, that's great. So what are we doing here? {Ironic / Amused} Too bad. I was hoping to get some beer money out of it. Z1's rebellion is ready, but we have a crisis. The Brotherhood's on their way here. {Sincere, confused} What? Contact who? I just stumbled in here. {Tired} I've killed enough Brotherhood to last a lifetime. {Rejecting crazy plan} Too risky. We should save those thirteen while we can. {Decisive / Thinking} The tunnel has got to be easier than a frontal assault. {Irritated} I'm used to handling the big missions. The important ones. {Curious / Question} How did you help synths escape? {Perking her up, confident / Confident} We've survived this far, we'll make it to the end. {Wry / Amused} If you met them, trust me, you wouldn't be that impressed. {Skepticism / Irritated} Sounds like a hare-brained scheme. {A touch accusing / Irritated} You're supposed to take it from here. {Confused / Question} I still don't know - why did you vouch for me? {Curious / Question} Why do you need a geiger counter? Is this place irradiated? { Persuasive / Friendly} You scavenge anything that can help us? We're risking out lives out there. {Darkly sarcastic - just got volunteered for a suicide mission / Amused} Sure, I'll just swing by the local Super-Duper Mart and pick one up. Need milk, too? { Big time persuasive and buttering up / Friendly} Ricky, you ready to be a hero? Someone they'll sing songs about? We're storming that base. And we need a distraction. A big one. {Trying to calm / Apologetic} It's all right we're here now. You're safe. {Marine to marine / Confident} Let's do this, Glory. {Whispering, virtuous} A better plan is to use this opportunity to rescue everyone. But synths will have to fight for it. {More lying, sharing a gripe with a fellow soldier / Amused} One of our new recruits panicked. New guys, right? Z1's recruited more synths. They're making weapons now. {Friendly} You shouldn't have any problems out here. {Grim, reporting to a CO} Ticonderoga was wiped out by Coursers. No survivors. {A little annoyed / Irritated} Yeah, yeah, we're all friends now. Let's skip to the part where you help me. {CHARISMA CHALLENGE - Dubious, player isn't buying Deacon's answer / Question} But why the trust? You can't be taking it all on faith. {Double-speak, spy talk / Conspiratorial} A trader always has to move his merchandise efficiently. {A little angry / Worried} That's a hell of a tall order. {Making a point in an argument / Defiant} I don't think you can enslave a machine. {Question} Why would the Institute terraform the Commonwealth? {Barely survived a big battle} Those guys were tough. {Uncertain} That's more of a distraction than I was thinking of. {Lying well, echoes the other guys annoyance at being in the dark} I didn't see anything. We dropped off our men and circled the area then were told to come home. {Dawning horror / Angry} If those bastards know where we are... {Serious, some emotion} My son, Shaun, was kidnapped. I'm looking for help to find him. {A little confused / Question} I thought she turned me away, though? { Reassuring, confused} A meeting? I was just exploring. {Sarcastic / Amused} Oh yeah, the little riddles and the decoder ring trick REALLY makes it hard to find you. {Curious / Question} If it's such a problem, why not just change the delivery site? { Trying to get on the acerbic doctor's good side / Friendly} You can trust me with this, I'll get it done. {Serious, impatient / Irritated} Moonlight's burning, we have to go. {Saying a secret code phrase / Conspiratorial} Mine is in the shop. {Modest and bad ass / Confident} Just part of the service. {Wry / Amused} What, normal people can't figure out your decoder ring out front? {Suspicious / Suspicious} I'm not sure I should trust you. {Whispering, Irritated / Stern} We need an army, not a few stragglers. {Suspicious / Irritated} Sounds like I have a stalker. {Comforting / Friendly} Relax, Tom, you'll be all right. {Lying well, sounds bitter / Irritated} One of the head knights thought we were getting too complacent. {Lying, sad / Sad} Hold on, you'll make it through. {A little shocked .} I'm not asking for you to commit suicide, Ricky. {Lying well, sounding in the dark } That's what the others said. I was on patrol when it happened. {MARK FOR RE-RECORD.Whispering, stirring / Question} You having second thoughts? {Starts lying gives up and fights} I'm... Shit, this isn't working. Time to die. {Whispering, trying to be hopeful} Hopefully we can find a non-violent solution. {Friendly / Friendly} It was good to help out H2 again. {making an excuse / Friendly} I didn't mean to stumble into your operation. Just a coincidence. {Amused} Why is it whenever I do math with you, PAM, I wind up covered in blood? {A little surprised / Question} All that if you spot a single Courser? The Institute's the problem. And the Brotherhood's in the best position to defeat them. {Irritated / Irritated} Is that what it said? The Railroad didn't bother telling me. {Irritated / Irritated} Another of your paranoid fantasies. {Neutral} There may be more raiders out there. We should make this quick. {Lying well, sounding confident / Irritated} The Railroad launched some half-assed counterattack. You're safe now. This will tell you have to stay that way. {Anger / Irritated} So your idea is to sacrifice everyone? That plan stinks. {A little regret / Sad} I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. {Lying well, confiding conspiratorially / Conspiratorial} The details of the drill are still under wraps. There'll be a full briefing tomorrow. {Quiet - close to neutral delivery} My son is dying. They want me to take over the Institute. {A little annoyance / Question} What, you don't think I can handle a dangerous job? {Macho / Happy} The plan? Kill everything in my way. That's the plan. {Holding in anger / Angry} One of the Institute's agents: Kellogg. {Curious / Question} I've heard rumors. What are they really? {Concerned} I was lying to them, Deacon. I'm not betraying the Railroad. {Urgent, hoping / Question} There's no other escape route? {A touch nervous / Thinking} Hmm, I'm not sure about this. The survivor from Augusta, Blackbird, is dead. I didn't find any evidence of where the synth is. {Question} You think the Minutemen won't help the synths? {Blown away} I met with the leader of the Institute. And it turns out he's my son. {Thoughtful, muttery - neutral tone} 7. And A. Some sort of code? Knight Owens was delayed. I took the initiative, sir. {Approving / Grateful} You've saved a lot of synths. {Cold, said before starting a fight} You can't report anything if you're dead. {Lying well, facile explanation} No surprise there. I'm one of the new recruits. From the Commonwealth. {Ironic / Confident} I'm on a first name basis with fire. {Curious / Question} Why would the Institute be involved? {InPain} Just tell me what you want in English, PAM. {Whispering, grim / Happy} I've been spoiling for a fight. {Slightly adamant / Irritated} If this is a suicide run, count me out. {Irritated} Haven't you ever heard of a surprise inspection? Jesus. {Concerned} I don't know who took him, I just want help getting him back. After they took him from me, they froze me in cryo. {Rubbed the wrong way / Angry} I don't need your sympathy. {Impressed} I got there. And the Institute is paradise. Healthy people, clean, plenty to eat. {Really annoyed / Irritated} Ease up there, pal, or we're going to have a problem. {Irony, hopefully can result in a chuckle / Amused} Give him any good memories? Meetings with sexy strangers? That kind of thing? {Wry humor / Amused} Maybe we should send for more backup. The Signal Interceptor worked. I've been to Institute and back again. {Unsteady} I don't know enough about synths to answer one way or the other. {Appreciative / Friendly} Nice that you're willing to do that for us. {MARK FOR RE-RECORD.Being honest / Somber} Mostly true. But there wasn't a 100 of them and Deacon was with me the whole way. {Brush off / Irritated} I don't have time for this. {Probing question, this is a secret pass phrase / Conspiratorial} Do you have a geiger counter? {Annoyed / Irritated} I could be walking straight into a trap. {Re-record: more natural, mutter} I wonder what it means. {Jury's out / Thinking} He's probably telling the truth. But you never can tell. {Simple enough} We should clear the original route. {Slight annoyance with Carrington} Desdemona makes the call. Not you, Carrington. {Considering / Thinking} I think he's hiding something. {Re-record: more natural, mutter} At Journey's End follow Freedom's Lantern. A riddle? {Unsure / Suspicious} I'm not sure we should trust Z1-14. { Making up a lie, vague on the details - fast talk} I helped Karl out of a jam. He knows a guy who knows a guy, and they hooked me up with a lead. {Curious / Question} Why do all packages start here? I still can't believe the Institute's Father is my son. {I got it in tone / Conspiratorial} No one likes delays. {Harsh / Irritated} So the Railroad's not really about ideals, it's about revenge. {Evasive} We got the job done, does the rest matter? {Cautiously thankful / Relieved} We got lucky so far. No one's died.
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Before	1.0 Player Default: Damned straight. OldManStockton: This is H2-22. H2, here's the person I talked to you about. OldManStockton: You're with our mutual friends, yes? Player Default: We're entering Slocum's through an escape tunnel. Know anything useful? Player Default: Have you seen anything else? The tiniest detail could save our lives. RickyDalton: The front's fortified to hell and back. They've placed mines all over the goddamn place. MrTims: Oh, I'm Mr. Tims. Everyone at Randolph owes you. Patriot: How did you even do that? I wasn't sure anyone on the surface would have a chance to crack Trinity. You know, the encryption algorithm. Patriot: So hand it over and I'll get started. Patriot: You're willing to help, right? I can't do this alone. HighRise: Word is the rookie cleared out the Switchboard, while you sat on the sidelines. Glad you joined the team, by the way. HighRise: All in a night's work for you agent types, huh? HighRise: There's more of them raiders behind me. Afraid we need a little more help. DoctorAmari: Now... What's your plan? For moving him? DoctorAmari: The patient is resting right now. Were you hoping to say goodbye? I don't advise it. He's far past remembering anything about his... old life... PAM: Bergman, Wilfred registered as co-owner of Cambridge Polymer Labs. Estimated 81% chance of login credentials being located at this facility. PAM: Brotherhood of Steel patrol, designated active bravo, identified. Requesting termination. Preston: The Institute? Why in the world would you want to mess around with them? PAM: Railroad-Alpha has asked for you to secure the cache from any hostiles in its vicinity. Desdemona: Thank you for keeping them, and yourself, safe. PAM: Another Courser target has been identified. You are instructed to eliminate it. PAM: Conclusion: Courser threats must be eliminated to preserve Railroad organizational assets. PAM: Solution: A new distribution center needs to be established at the Red Rocket facility in Concord. Glory: Gives me a chance to see what you and Deacon really get up to in the field. Glory: Promise me you'll free them. All of them. DrCarrington: *sigh* Since you're here now we might as well put you to work. Z1-14: I fear this may be a hard truth. We talked, and if the Railroad devises a plan to destroy the Institute we're willing to help. DoctorCarrington: Since the fall of the Switchboard we've ascertained the fate of all but two safehouses. I want you to check on Augusta. Deacon: Tommy would want you to have his handcannon. Don't let its size fool you. Desdemona: We were hoping Bunker Hill bought us some time. But the Institute's continuing to dismantle our operation. BrotherhoodChallenge: The radio chatter from the police station had the tower worried. What happened, anyway? QuestGiver: Kind of wish you would of set up a cot or something, but at least it's safe, right? It is safe, right? PAM: Affirmative. Assigning Agent Deacon this mission has an unacceptable margin of error. NPCMRickyDalton: Oh, thank god. Do you have a geiger counter? Do you have a goddamn geiger counter? Deacon: The front door has mines, synths, and probably other fun and exciting prizes. So we go in through the escape tunnel. Z1-14: But we should be prepared for some of the synths to fight against us. NPCMOldManStockton: Welcome, my friend. Might I ask, do you have a geiger counter? OldManStockton: I'm supposed to deliver the package to someplace nearby. But raiders have complicated matters. So if you could...? BrotherhoodChallenge: Your bird flew support on the Railroad assault, right? How'd they beat us? Elder Maxson's furious. RobotPAM: Warning. Brotherhood air superiority poses serious threat to all designated-class "runner" activities. Transmitting vertibird target coordinates. Deacon: Wow. News flash, boss, this guy is kind of a big deal out there. RickyDalton: All right. The Wall is my witness, I thought I was dead. It's about goddamn time you headquarters bastards got here. BrotherhoodChallenge: What? The Railroad? They attacked the police station? Desdemona: So you're in. Now we need to know what to call you. Secrecy keeps us alive. Code names are a part of that. So what's yours? TinkerTom: But, as promised, they got a vertibird on the roof. You really up for this? DrCarrington: The paranoid old bat won't even tell us the problem, he insists we get our intel from a dead drop. Carrington: Hopefully you can find time from resting on your laurels to help a synth that's been captured. Player Default: It's always just one more goddamn thing. Until I'm six feet under or bleeding out in some god forsaken ditch. Screw you. NPCMDeacon: Well, isn't Ricky just a ray of sunshine. You think he's telling the truth? Deacon: Our old base was underneath a Slocum's Joe. We had a pretty sweet setup until the Institute found us. Deacon: The survivors didn't have time to grab anything. So we're getting something important we had to leave behind. Player Default: I feel for the synths and what they go through. But I have done more than my fair share. My patience is about worn thin with you Railroad types. What do you want? Deacon: Sales pitch over. If you want to walk away here's your chance. Desdemona: I have a question. The only question that matters. Would you risk your life for your fellow man? Even if that man is a synth? Deacon: How bad was it down there? Deacon: Normal people just don't do that. Deacon: Why would you betray us? Betray me? Desdemona: Last question. Why are you here? Desdemona: Looks like she finally gets her wish. Desdemona: Revenge here will be sweet. Desdemona: So, is any of that true? Desdemona: Sounds crazy, right? Desdemona: Then Fixer will get you one. Desdemona: Welcome to the Railroad, agent. Desdemona: What? Wasn't he just a little boy? Desdemona: Who the hell are you? Desdemona: You know what a synth is, right? GasbagMechanic: You shouldn't be up here. Glory: *chuckle* Always the comedian. NPCFDesdemona: Any news from the Institute? NPCFDesdemona: What? What are you talking about? NPCMCaretaker: Do you got a geiger counter, bub? Desdemona: Talk with Z1-14. If the synths down there want freedom, they must fight and risk their lives to earn it. NPCMDoctorCarrington: Did Drummer tell you? We have another synth in need of rescue. PAM: Solution: remove Brotherhood variables. Player Default: Call me "Fixer." Player Default: Call me "Professor". Player Default: I don't want a code name. Player Default: Soon I will be, too. Player Default: What do you mean by freedom? Desdemona: Someone stole your boy? That's terrible. Do you know who did it? For your sake, I hope the Institute isn't involved. Desdemona: Glory was guarding the entrance but she may already be overwhelmed by the Brotherhood. Desdemona: So let's put it to the test. We have a vital mission that only you can carry out. You up for it? Desdemona: It's clear you're not with the Institute. But who told you how to contact us? Z1-14: How do you feel about killing some guards? Z1-14: You. How do I know we can trust you? Desdemona: You're proving to be a valuable addition to the Railroad. HighRise: A lot of synths fresh off the boat crash there until we smuggle them out of the Commonwealth. Desdemona: Now we're in a race. Can we free the synths before the Institute wipes us out? TinkerTom: There's a million ways we could be monitored right now. By the Brotherhood, or... you know. Player Default: You silver-tongued son of a bitch. All right, I'll take a couple shots. But if I see any of them coming for me, I'm running for the hills. We're done. Desdemona: Instead we use this one chance... to rescue all the synths. Every last one of them. Z1-14: Given the right materials we can make our own crude but serviceable weapons. Unfortunately, we're missing a few critical ingredients. Player Default: All right. Not expecting that. Kind of a deal breaker. If for some crazy reason you change your mind... Well, whatever. Desdemona: I'd like to say that nobody comes here out for blood. Out for revenge. That everyone's here to help their fellow man. That would be a lie, though. Desdemona: The Institute treats synths as property. As tools. NPCMDeacon: Hope you didn't mind the reception. When you tango with the Institute you got to be careful when someone new gets on the dance floor. Deacon: But it's all good now. I vouched for you. Nobody got shot. Still, I would consider it a close personal favor if you didn't sell us out to the Institute. Thanks. Desdemona: Anyway, Amari reports H2-22 made it out safely. TinkerTom: From the inside the blimp's vulnerable. To keep that baby afloat its got massive gasbags full of hydrogen. DrCarrington: The current sign is, "Do you have a geiger counter?" And the counter is, "Mine is in the shop." Please tell me Deacon taught you that, at least? Desdemona: But her latest patient is stuck there. The runner's route has been compromised and we're looking for options. Desdemona: I'm counting on you being as passionate about freeing synths as we are. Please, work with us, instead. TinkerTom: Finally, I can prove that the Institute is terraforming the Commonwealth. Eat that, Carrington. Desdemona: Bullseye. How do you feel about getting thrown back into the fire? Deacon: My guess is it's worse than he's letting on. So we go in through the escape tunnel, instead. QuestGiver: So she wants you to tackle this fool's errand. BrotherhoodChallenge: And you called in Scimitar to help with raiders? Deacon: Here's my one and only sales pitch. Do you support synth freedom? I'm not asking if you'd die for them - just if you agree they shouldn't be slaves. Deacon: So it's time you learn why we're here. We're retrieving a prototype developed by our good Doctor Carrington. Deacon: I'm just going to come out and say this: the Railroad needs you. Quinlan: Those technical documents may be exactly what we need to repair Liberty Prime. So you understand the urgency. SynthMessenger: Your quarters have flooded, sir. There is danger of extensive damage to your personal effects. Deacon: "This is my pile of garbage, asshole. Back off." Good, right? You're lucky I didn't do one of my face swaps, too. Desdemona: That changes things. So, stranger, why did you want to meet with us, anyway? Desdemona: I'm Desdemona and I'm the leader of the Railroad. Desdemona: There's a procedure for people who want to help the Railroad. And showing up unannounced isn't it. Z1-14: You must act now. The Brotherhood of Steel has discovered the location of the Railroad. Player Default: No. It doesn't work like that. Your life, your name, your choice. Patriot: Your message was only one word: "Friend". What did you mean by that? RobotPAM: Agent. A new DIA cache has been identified. Assistance requested in recovery. Player Default: Speaking of truth. Why did you lie to Ricky? Z1-14: But... tell me, do you think Mr. Binet's plan will work? Deacon: But the truth isn't so cut and dry. Listen, are you interested in the Railroad? Learning more? Maybe joining? Desdemona: So you need to infiltrate the Institute and make contact with Patriot. Glory: You got the job from the Goodneighbor side, I got it from Griswold Safehouse. Desdemona: But... Randolph's been dark for too long. It'll be controversial, but we have to put them under quarantine. X9-27: This irregularity will be reported to Justin Ayo. Kells: Wait. Why isn't Knight Owens handling this debrief? Z1-14: And we'll do ours. Weapon construction will begin immediately. NPCMLiamBinet: Any word on our plans? You know... for the thirteen. NPCMDeacon: We got what we came for. Let's split up and meet back at the catacombs. Patriot: I hoped the Railroad got to some of them, but I never knew for certain. BrotherhoodChallenge: I know a lot of people on the Prydwen. But I can't say I remember you. TinkerTom: Chuck that stuff if you need to. Like You-Know-Who couldn't spoof a conventional camera, right? Desdemona: But if you do find a Courser there, kill it. If there's no survivors, then your cover remains intact. Player Default: After you get to your tunnels, I got explosives I might be able to use to take out the chrome-domes. Desdemona: It is really, really good to see you. Did it work? Did you make it inside the Institute? Patriot: But if you could get me a pre-war admin password from the surface, I could log right in. OldManStockton: So maintaining proper security here and preventing any unnecessary delays is crucial. BrotherhoodChallenge: That's not like any drill I've ever been in. Deacon: They put their asses on the line to hurt the Institute. And the Railroad's all right with that. Desdemona: If we abandon our HQ right now our people, our family, will be walking into certain death. Player Default: Follow up. Would you be willing to risk your life to stop the Institute and their nefarious plans? I can't believe I just said that. Desdemona: And Tom's holotape? Did you make contact with Patriot? QuestGiver: He's all ready to sign up but he's got big problems. We clear those problems up, and our package's got a nice cozy shack to lay low in. Player Default: If you make up your mind, come on back. Good luck out there. Deacon: Then if you get into a bind and need help, your buddies in the Railroad got your back. Tinker Tom: If the Minutemen gave you a custom holotape, that's what I'm looking for. Anything's that's survived Institute security is gold.
After	Desdemona: Amen to that. Desdemona: Well said. RickyDalton: Who the hell is he? HQ said they were sending one agent. Not two. Preston: The Institute? Why in the world would you want to mess around with them? Desdemona: Without you, though, it would've been far worse. Desdemona: With the Prydwen destroyed, the Brotherhood's survivors will leave the Commonwealth. On foot. Desdemona: What option did I have? Run and hide? Preston: Oh. I'm sorry. Preston: Damn... that's some bad business, even for them. PAM: Unable to process verbal response. RickyDalton: I signed on for some light recon. But that little Slocum's Joe of yours is crawling with goddamn chrome-dome synth sons of bitches. Desdemona: That's just too risky. The whole thing could be an Institute trap. RickyDalton: You think I'm goddamn safe? That little Slocum's Joe of yours is crawling with god-damned chrome-dome synth sons of bitches. Quinlan: That's so unlike her. I'll just have to ask Kells to send another vertibird then. Deacon: If you're picking up the tab, never mind, go for it. Desdemona: Well, you got your revenge. But that doesn't bring your son back. PAM: Agent's temperature is irrelevant to this conversation. Mission details commencing. OldManStockton: It requires a degree of finesse. But I am happy to do my part. RickyDalton: You silver-tongued son of a bitch. All right, I'll take a couple shots. But if I see any of them coming for me, I'm running for the hills. We're done. RickyDalton: I should be able to pick a path though the minefield. I can toss the explosives at the synths inside Slocum's. Desdemona: If that's true, you have nothing to fear. Desdemona: They started that way. But if it's impossible to tell a single difference between a synth and a human - they must be treated the same. BrotherhoodChallenge: Well, this is a heck of a welcome to the Brotherhood. Companion: After all, you've made it this far. You'll see this through till the end. DoctorCarrington: If she chooses to abandon reason, you're right. I can't stop her. QuestGiver: It's as I feared. Three safehouses gone. Hard to imagine. HighRise: Yeah, I'm working off sins from a misspent youth. Z1-14: Gunpowder, laser focusing crystals, and a couple other things. Deacon: Follow up. Would you be willing to risk your life to stop the Institute and their nefarious plans? I can't believe I just said that. Z1-14: A good number of early model synths. Will that be a problem? Desdemona: They're playing god. Tinkering with things they don't fully understand. From that lofty vantage, it's easy to deny their creation's very humanity. Deacon: That's not fair. For most of us, the cause is everything. Deacon: Let me tell you the score and see what you think. Glory: Don't tell me you buy into that crap? Sheesh. PAM: Location of cache being transmitted to your Pip-Boy. Conversation terminated. PAM: Affirmative. Vertibirds represent an extreme threat. Deacon: Just don't do anything drastic until you learn more. OK? Quinlan: As soon as you can or you'll have to answer to Elder Maxson. Desdemona: Tom devised a way to send a message to Patriot. PAM: Individual actors display far more erratic and diverse behavior than groups. Desdemona: We're doing everything we can to keep what remains of our organization alive until we assault the Institute. GasbagMechanic: As you say, sir. But when my shift ends, I'm taking it up with my CO. RickyDalton: So do you want me to do it or not, numbskull? Desdemona: Of course, I'm disappointed. But hopefully in time you'll come around. The fate of the synths depends on it. TinkerTom: It goes back to the Big War. Who set off the first A-bomb? The Institute did. They started the whole war to kill everyone except their own diabolical scientists. Desdemona: A full hundred. I... I can't even imagine. Desdemona: You've been talking to PAM, haven't you? We have no choice, so we press on. Glory: Hey, if you got this covered - all yours. Been ages since I've had some down time. RickyDalton: Escape tunnel? I don't know a goddamn thing about that. Listen if you headquarter's fellows want more help you got to give me more information. BrotherhoodChallenge: Still, that's got to hurt your pride, right? RickyDalton: Oh, thank the Wall. Listen, I'll take some pot shots with my rifle. It might even the odds once things go south. Patriot: I've been probing SRB security for years. It'll work. But finding a password won't be easy. Desdemona: It is. We'll play it slow and safe and make sure they're our people before we bring them back into the fold. X9-27: Intelligence indicated this is a Railroad base. Perimeter breached and all hostiles eliminated. Deacon: Tinker Tom restored it, you'll meet him later. It's cutting edge Old World tech. It's powerful and more importantly quiet. Z1-14: If the Railroad inspires everyone like you do, the SRB is wise to fear you. PAM: Correct. The cache belonged to the Defense Intelligence Agency. The DIA's technological capabilities were more advanced than many branches of the government. DoctorAmari: That's the plan? I thought you people valued discretion. *sigh* DrCarrington: It appears our resident pathological liar didn't completely neglect your training. QuestGiver: Yeah, this place is definitely better than the last hole in the wall I was at. It was literally a hole in the wall. Deacon: So I'll be straight with you, although you're not going to like it. I have no idea what the prototype does. Deacon: And how many innocents will they butcher to get to that glorious future? DoctorCarrington: Until we know the butcher's bill from the Institute's assault all agents report to me. Including you. Deacon: A disguise is more than a wig and and some lice-ridden clothes. Desdemona: Even at full strength, assaulting the Institute is a risky proposition. PAM's analysis... Well, you don't want to know. DoctorAmari: I... understand... It's Malden Metro Center. BrotherhoodChallenge: Sneaky. We'll get them next time. BrotherhoodChallenge: I wouldn't want to be him. We've all been there, though. Desdemona: Answer with your gut on this. Your heart. If you had to put yourself in danger to save a synth, would you do it? Deacon: These days being able to even spell "Railroad" is cause for celebration. Z1-14: I... I thought only Mr. Binet cared. But your friends actually fight for us? QuestGiver: Plenty of hot spots nearby. If you don't got a geiger counter, boy, you can soak up a lot of rads. Don't say I didn't warn you. Desdemona: After Tommy? Or...? Either way, that's very fitting. Deacon: As in, they shouldn't be slaves. Good old Institute property. Get to make their own decisions. Desdemona: From what Deacon says of your fighting skills, Bullseye seems apt. Patriot: At first I just wanted to see if I could get away with it. It was a challenge, you know? Deacon: What? If you think we have the mojo for that I'll back your play. You first? Desdemona: What you're asking for puts us in a tricky position. PAM: Human/machine interface set to 100%. Well done, agent. DoctorAmari: Out of the question! You people were the ones who explained to me that the Railroad is about movement. That's what keeps you alive. Desdemona: That's what Carrington's been saying all along. Z1-14: Synths always wear a mask of the docile machine. Otherwise your mind is erased by the SRB. Desdemona: Apparently, you have talent. And like it or not, you're here now. HighRise: Too much activity on the route and I ain't a heavy like you. BrotherhoodChallenge: They just love keeping us on our toes, don't they? Desdemona: Good. If we get a lead on any more of the L&L Gang, I'll let you know. Desdemona: It's possible the safehouse has been replaced by Institute infiltrators. It's happened before. Desdemona: If you join us, you'll be putting yourself at great risk. We don't want anyone having regrets later. So I need a "yes" or "no". Deacon: Most Railroad agents are fully committed to the cause. But some agents want revenge even more. I get that. Deacon: I won't do the hard sell. If you change your mind and want to save some synths or just stick it to the Institute, you know where we are. Companion: I believe what Mr. Tinker needs right now is support, sir. MrTims: No, not this time. Randolph's already shut down. BrotherhoodChallenge: Fine, fine. BrotherhoodChallenge: Hmm. BrotherhoodChallenge: Sorry. Big ship I guess. BrotherhoodChallenge: That's a relief. BrotherhoodChallenge: What? Carrington: A synth's life is at stake. Carrington: Cut and dry rescue operation, really. Carrington: When you have the time, then. Carrington: You do understand irony? Sarcasm? No? Companion: Are we traders now? I am so confused. Companion: Huh? Companion: Oh, that's what this is about! Companion: That's puttin' it mildly. Companion: They got High Rise, too, Dez. Companion: Umm... What are we talking about? OldManStockton: We're expecting a full shipment of geiger counters shortly. Some scavenger found them in an abandonned vault. Deacon: *laugh* I like your style. Deacon: And then some. Deacon: Excellent. Deacon: Got it. Deacon: Hey, just calling it like I see it. Deacon: It was a disaster with a capital D. Deacon: See you soon. Deacon: Shit. Glory? This is a nightmare. Deacon: That's the point. So about the job. Deacon: That's what I want to hear. Deacon: The best. See you soon. Deacon: Together with you I like our odds. Deacon: Too late. It's yours. Deacon: We got to do one thing first. Deacon: Well, let me break it down for you. Deacon: You know, you're practically famous. Deacon: You lead us there, pal. I got you covered. Desdemona: All right. Desdemona: Before you go... Desdemona: Carry on, then. Desdemona: Certainly. Desdemona: Charmer. Heh. Fitting. Desdemona: Details, as always, are scarce. Desdemona: Do it. Desdemona: Don't we all. Desdemona: Embellishing the truth again, are we? Desdemona: Exactly. Desdemona: Fair point. Desdemona: Fixer certainly seems an apt name. Desdemona: Get to it, then. Desdemona: Good luck. Desdemona: Good. Desdemona: Here's hoping. Desdemona: I almost can't believe it. Desdemona: I don't know if I like your attitude. Desdemona: I hope for your sake it's someone else. Desdemona: I suppose not. Desdemona: It gets worse. Desdemona: It seems we're very lucky to have you. Desdemona: It's a big decision. Take your time. Desdemona: Looks like he has a guardian angel. Desdemona: No, the back tunnel was it. Desdemona: Potentially catastrophic. Desdemona: The genie's out of the bottle. Desdemona: This isn't the time. Desdemona: Very interesting. Desdemona: We can't waste this opportunity. Desdemona: We'll look into that. Desdemona: We're still working that out. Desdemona: What? You're serious? Desdemona: Yes. Desdemona: You always get the job done. Desdemona: You sound just like Glory. Desdemona: You're in the right line of work, then. DoctorAmari: Glad you've thought this through. DoctorCarrington: Excellent question. DoctorCarrington: You see, even he agrees with me. OldManStockton: We have someone on the inside. He points them here. Why Patriot chose Bunker Hill, I'll never know. Desdemona: The plan is to save as many synths as possible. And this is what everyone signed on for. Desdemona: Anyone that wants to meet us is under surveillance as soon as they follow the Freedom Trail. Patriot: If you think that's best. But I can't start work without it. GasbagMechanic: What? Glory: Aww, now I'm going to cry. Glory: Don't you know it. Glory: I guess I overstayed my welcome. Glory: Then let's show them how it's done. Glory: You lead the way, my friend. H222: It's my designation. H222: Quick. Got it. HighRise: I need a moment. HighRise: To the point then. HighRise: You headquarter heavies mean business. Companion: Ah, shit. I knew I forgot to tell you something. Deacon: All right. That, I wasn't expecting. In which case, I think you're right. We really aren't a good fit. Deacon: Either you figured out how to slip by bad guys, ghouls, et al. So you're smart. Companion: Yeah, let's get out of here before we end up like Glory. RickyDalton: You know, them early model synths. Looks like metal wrapped over mechanical innards. You see them here and there doing who-knows-what for the Institute. Tinker Tom: I get you. Infiltrating the Institute, man, I'd turn tail and run. But, if you want to do it I'm here with you. Kells: *sigh* Fine. Kells: One disaster after the next. Kells: We need more of that. Initiative. PAM: Enabling machine/human interface. Well done, agent. Runners will be sent to acquire contents. Reward dispensed. RickyDalton: Well, chrome-domes have been going in and out for days. They keep taking things out. Crates and the like. MrTims: No. We got orders to abandon it. MrTims: Sorry about that. PAM: Time table for this task is not critical. Location of cache being transmitted to your Pip-Boy. Conversation terminated. Patriot: You're worried about me? If the SRB cracked Trinity, man... Z1-14: There's been no alarm. My friends have all the time they need to get what they want then cover their tracks. OldManStockton: Arguably, it's the most important. OldManStockton: I like you already. OldManStockton: Indeed, I do. OldManStockton: Of course. Desdemona: The Institute created them. Synthetic humans. They're mostly organic, part machine. Somewhere along the line they became more than just constructs. PAM: Acknowledged. PAM: Affirmative. PAM: Agent's assessment is correct. PAM: Compliment detected. Analysis: irrelevant. PAM: Mission details commencing. PAM: Negative. Only target location available. PAM: Only relevant data is target's coordinates. PAM: Processing. Clarification commencing. PAM: Reassessing. Conversation terminated. PAM: Unable to process. PAM: Understood. PAM: Understood. Conversation terminated. Desdemona: Many kidnappings in the Commonwealth are perpetrated by the Institute. Why? Who knows. Patriot: I'll get right to work. Patriot: So much to take in. But, wait. Patriot: Sure. But we can't wait forever. QuestGiver: As you see fit. Quinlan: Maybe I'll send one of the squires, then. RickyDalton: Damned straight. RickyDalton: I hope it helps. I really do. RickyDalton: Soon I will be, too. RickyDalton: Wait, what? RickyDalton: Yeah. QuestGiver: I've had too many close calls. I used to work HQ, like you, but after the last HQ went lights out I just had to get away. SynthMessenger: Time is of the essence. Desdemona: Let's just say that Deacon and the truth aren't always on the same team. Tinker Tom: We're in business. TinkerTom: I told Dez I could count on you. TinkerTom: Just be careful with her, alright? Deacon: Maybe when you see more out there, you'll be back. The Institute has a habit of stepping on people's toes with a jack hammer. Good luck. SynthMessenger: The project isn't quite ready, but due to the flooding it may have to be good enough. Understood? Desdemona: Understood. The offer's still open, though. Z1-14: We will. Every hour we wait is another hour the SRB could discover us. Z1-14: As you wish. Z1-14: Excuse me, I must focus on my duties. Z1-14: I know. Z1-14: Many of my friends are eager, too. Z1-14: Thank you. Z1-14: Together, we have a chance. Z1-14: We could come up with no other way. Desdemona: No shame in that. Every person needs to know what they're willing to die for. Companion: Or worse, they might get pissed off enough to put a bullet in your head. OldManStockton: Perhaps you should lower your voice? And choose your words with greater care. PAM: Warning. All predictions have a high margin of error. PAM: Affirmative. Courser combat capabilities greatly exceed any Railroad agent except the rogue variable. TinkerTom: Your job is tricky. You got to find a way to place these explosives on the gasbags. Desdemona: Understood. But maybe we can help, all the same. Desdemona: I only wish she was her for this. *sigh* BrotherhoodChallenge: Well, I'm glad it turned out OK. Deacon: That's my read, too. First rule in this business is never go against your gut. So if we take him at his word... Deacon: Doesn't everyone have an escape tunnel? Seriously, though, thank god for that tunnel. Z1-14: The greatest challenge remaining is keeping all of this secret from the SRB. DoctorCarrington: Ah, the Institute didn't content itself with just destroying our headquarters. No. They launched simultaneous strikes on all we hold dear. HighRise: Most of what we do is look after the new guys. They usually got a million questions, so I try and answer as best I can. HighRise: We got to file off the serial numbers on new arrivals. Make it hard for the Institute to find them. Desdemona: Deacon says you used teleportation. I can't imagine. Deacon: Easier, but no cakewalk. You lead us there, pal, I got you covered. Desdemona: Tom encrypted a holotape using the same encryption scheme Patriot used in the past. Deacon: So up front, the only thing I'll say is it's going to be a wild and dangerous ride. But probably nothing new for someone like you. Deacon: I agree, odds are good we can take him at face value. First rule in this business is never go against your gut. So if we take him at his word... SynthMessenger: This is a very, very serious matter. QuestGiver: I knew I could count on you. I wish I could tell you what you're going up against. But I got no idea. Desdemona: If you get the opportunity to upload the holotape, do it. With Patriot's help, maybe we can score a major victory for synths. RickyDalton: Yeah, the mother of all minefields. I couldn't draw you a map if I tried. HighRise: Right, you are. "Mine is in the shop." All good? RickyDalton: It's that important? If I do this, that song better be goddamn beautiful, you hear me? I saw them place the mines. Glory: So Grisworld's got trouble and they send a cryptic note to HQ. "Send in the big guns." Quinlan: I saw you disembark myself. Don't try to shirk your responsibilities here. Where is my package? OldManStockton: You? I was expecting someone of the... feminine persuasion. HighRise: Yeah, I'm here for the package. Speaking of which. Desdemona: With what happened to... Glory, we need you more than ever. Thanks for stepping up. DrCarrington: You sound rather convincing, actually. BrotherhoodChallenge: Someone's going to answer for it. Calling in a strike on raiders. Sheesh. Patriot: Through hacking. The departments focus their best talent on the hard science. Why waste time on terminal security, right? Z1-14: Excellent. Deposit anything you can spare in maintenance closet 3-B. But we need enough weapons to arm an entire rebellion. Patriot: At the very least, I'm hoping it means you won't turn me in. Deacon: The synths didn't start off as nigh perfect copies of human beings. The Institute had to work up to that level of hubris. Companion: Yeah, even if they know we're comin', it's not gonna stop us from takin' them down. OldManStockton: The rendezvous site has worked for flawlessly many times. Introducing variables is always dangerous. QuestGiver: Hell if I know. You know how it goes, the dead drop says hostiles have to go bye-bye and we take care of it. Desdemona: You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. Desdemona: They're not so much a gang, really, as a loosely affiliated group of raiders. Patriot: Nothing right now. But maybe check back soon. Deacon: I'll tell you the game plan then you decide. Desdemona: Funny, our evaluation indicates it's Patriot we should be worried about. QuestGiver: If you chain too many assumptions together, you rarely get what you bargained for. I doubt we'll find more than a dead body. Tinker Tom: Oh, yeah, man. Definitely. Definitely. Well, maybe. Z1-14: Perhaps my stragglers will be the seed from which a true rebellion grows. PAM: The Railroad organization calls distribution centers "safehouses." A place where synths are stored and then rerouted safely through the region known as the Commonwealth. Desdemona: Excellent. Tom devised a way to send a message to Patriot. Companion: She's lucky you calmed things down... I don't react well when I'm starin' down the barrel of a gun. QuestGiver: Of course, I do. Better than you. It doesn't mean I got to like it, though. Deacon: Keeping an open mind? Or waiting for more facts? Smart, either way. But everyone associated with the Railroad has to at least support the basic tenant that synths deserve to be free. Deacon: We got a tourist nearby. He, or she, has intel on the base. So let's pump him for information before we dive in. HighRise: Sorry to impose. But, hey, it's all our jobs to look after synths, right? Carrington: I figured you'd say something like that. DrCarrington: Often we're dealing with strangers, so we need to establish trust quickly. And despite our precautions the Institute always manages to track us down. Deacon: It's a lot better than it sounds. Well, it was until it was blown to hell. Desdemona: That's not a denial. Deacon has proof you used teleporation, of all things, to get inside the Institute. Desdemona: Well, hopefully nobody else crashes this party. TinkerTom: The Institute's had hundreds of years to put advanced sensors, cameras, and other technology everywhere, man. TinkerTom: No, man, these explosives are remote controlled. I won't set them off until we get to a safe distance. Z1-14: All the SRB has done to us, to you, has been with a mere trickle of the Institute's resources. Desdemona: I saw you disintegrate right before my eyes. Then the whole machine blew up. Deacon: You want to know a dirty little secret? Neither do I. The Railroad works like that sometimes. DrCarrington: Perhaps he does. And maybe he did the other dozen times he's made our agents jump through these unnecessary hoops. Deacon: Let's see how much common ground we got, then. Deacon: Hey, we're not for everyone. Come to think of it, we're not for practically anyone. But if you change your mind... you get the idea. BrotherhoodChallenge: Great. Like our jobs aren't hard enough. Desdemona: In a world full of suspicion, treachery, and hunters - we're the synths only friend. Desdemona: We do that and we'd no longer be a gnat buzzing in the Institute's ear, but a real threat. Desdemona: But not unbeatable. You and the others go help Glory. Win that fight or we're all dead. PAM: Exact number of caches is unknown. A small percent of my processing power is dedicated to analyzing stored records and breaking its encryption. Deacon: Shit. So now the Brotherhood's got our number... RickyDalton: I already got problems, asshole. That little Slocum's Joe of yours is crawling with goddamn chrome-dome synth sons of bitches. Deacon: With the Institute hunting you it's all too easy to let paranoia cripple you. BrotherhoodChallenge: Looking forward to hearing about it then. PAM: Results of this operation already reported. Material reward dispensed. Patriot: Those thirteen synths are the only one we're sure we can trust. RickyDalton: I feel for the synths and what they go through. But I have done more than my fair share. My patience is about worn thin with you Railroad types. What do you want? Glory: They barely told me where the hell I was supposed to go. RickyDalton: Well, if I make it out alive - you goddamn owe me. If not, never let them forget good old Ricky Dalton. Patriot: That's great. Unfortunately, the obvious place to look won't work. Desdemona: One of our agents was supposed to contact you. And if you helped us out a few times, maybe you'd get an invitation to join. Deacon: There were a lot of sensitive documents in here. Johnny burned them all. Then probably asphyxiated. Deacon: All goes well, you'll meet him soon enough. PAM: Acknowledged. However, these individual actors remain a great threat. Companion: Important enough to get paid you mean, right? Companion: All the blood leakin' out of her should be givin' you a clue. HighRise: Honor's all mine. Let's take a look at our friend. Deacon: I won't do a hard sell. Later, if you want to save some synths or just stick it to the Institute, you know where we are. Desdemona: If you're having any doubts, you shouldn't. Not very many of us live to retirement. Companion: This bloke's about as charmin' as a feral with a toothache. PAM: The only reliable data on the target is its location. Verbal acknowledgment required. Desdemona: We have very powerful enemies. If you want to deal with us, we require your cooperation. Deacon: All I know is that Dez authorized the op. I just hope we didn't go through all of that for a new coffee maker. See you. OldManStockton: Other problems I can solve myself. But sometimes you need a hammer. QuestGiver: Glory said the same. Perhaps Desdemona will let this matter be dropped now. Desdemona: Take your time. Think it over. But remember: the synth's fate is literally in your hands. OldManStockton: It's always nice to make new friends. Deacon: Starting with ancient history, they tried to take over the Commonwealth. Came a hair away from succeeding with their synth army. So there's that. Desdemona: You do know their plans for synths, right? Genocide. BrotherhoodChallenge: Listen, I won't tell anyone. We'll get them next time. Deacon: Perfecto. Let's meet up at the old freeway outside Lexington. I'll fill you in once you get there. Desdemona: Agreed. It's time for a gamble. A desperate one, at that. BrotherhoodChallenge: Not many people made it out of there. A lot of us are dying to know what happened. Z1-14: I hope the Railroad can find a less drastic solution. HighRise: More than I'd like. Sometimes I can sneak our friends through all by my lonesome. Desdemona: They are synthetic humans created by the Institute. So close to real people that the distinction is meaningless. DoctorAmari: It's a memory wipe, not a fantasy machine. His new world is very mundane, and very normal. Nothing that would draw suspicion. PAM: The device is calibrated to identify you as Colonel Johnson of the Defense Intelligence Agency. Companion: Sure, sweetie... we'll do whatever you say. X9-27: Explanation deemed improbable. Leave this area immediately. Desdemona: Well, hopefully you can get around to it sooner than later. Desdemona: That's great news. As soon as Z1's ready, let me know. Desdemona: Do you really think he'd be willing to let go of all of the synths? QuestGiver: Don't know what you'll be facing, but it's got to be dealt with. Desdemona: It very well could be. The Institute has had more than enough time to replace them with synth infiltrators. Desdemona: Those details are still being ironed out. The biggest question is what to do to the Institute itself. Desdemona: *sigh* Patriot has sent us one-way communication. Deacon: The only reason I've been cool with you working with the Brotherhood for so long is I thought you were playing the long con. Desdemona: All non-essential operations have already been shut down. Unless we abandon the synths we've pledged to protect, there's nothing more we can do. Desdemona: Finding a route that's safe from the Institute and all the other dangers isn't easy. From a given location we're lucky if we a handful. GasbagMechanic: Seriously? It's about time. You won't find a single thing out of order. Desdemona: Whenever we spot a Courser, everyone hides. We hide deep. We hide long. Until we know we're safe. Z1-14: Delivering this message could very well mean her personality is erased. Death. Glory: *laugh* Drag that candy-assed Carrington out here, too. I'd pay to see that. Z1-14: I'd risk anything for my people. It's just that... Deacon: Preparing for the big op to take down the Institute... Well, it's generated a lot of traffic to and from HQ. Tinker Tom: No pressure, man. Whenever you're ready. Desdemona: No. It doesn't work like that. Your life, your name, your choice. Z1-14: I don't want unnecessary bloodshed, either. I just want our freedom. Deacon: I put myself under the knife every year or two. New face, new body - you know, the full makeover. It keeps our enemies guessing. Carrington: The runner's report is threadbare. But hopefully sufficient. BrotherhoodChallenge: So you're in the dark as the rest of us? We'll get them next time. Desdemona: The mind job is voluntary. Each synth has his or her own reasons for opting in. TinkerTom: Well, I had to make the sensors multifunctional to get the op cleared. Desdemona: Only as a last resort. And we still have one final option - a very dangerous one. Patriot: Aw, man. Well, you know more about this than I. I'll shut everything down. Desdemona: The Minutemen are a reflection of the character of the Commonwealth people. HighRise: I think I'm going to like you even more than Glory. QuestGiver: You know how it goes. The dead drop only mentions the problem and the location. Patriot: Unfortunately, I don't know. The obvious place won't work. Z1-14: My designation is Z1-14. A simple maintenance synth. Desdemona: It's only a matter of time before the Institute burns your cover. Desdemona: If we had started picking off L&L, that pattern would've been recognized by the SRB immediately. Deacon: It's not like that, chief. A lot of people know about you. MrTims: After we heard what happened to Switchboard, we all thought our number was up. DoctorAmari: I'm very thorough. His new life started in a small homestead near Roxbury. That's all he knows now. Desdemona: We always thought Patriot was the savior of the synths. But it may be more accurate to say that Z1 is. Glory: No, like most ops it's point and click until nothing's left standing. Desdemona: A paradise built on the backs of slavery is no paradise at all. Desdemona: There's no middle ground with this. Would you risk death to save a synth or not? Desdemona: You can't seriously be considering working with the Brotherhood? They view synths as an abomination. Patriot: They've eluded the SRB for decades. They've got to be incredible. OldManStockton: What a fortunate soul you are. Never will you have to worry about walking into a hot spot unawares. Deacon: All right. Not expecting that. Kind of a deal breaker. If for some crazy reason you change your mind... Well, whatever. QuestGiver: Then make sure it's got plenty of juice. Lots of hot spots nearby. I warned you. Deacon: This isn't for your benefit. It's to stay one step ahead of You-Know-Who. The Institute. So about the job. Desdemona: Good. Which leads to a delicate subject. Desdemona: The synths greatly outnumber the scientists. If enough of them rebel, the chaos would be unprecedented. Deacon: So you're just giving up on us? Taking the easy way? Patriot: Good question. If we find ourselves in that position we pull the plug and wait for another opportunity. Desdemona: I know. I already got an earful from Glory about Malden. H222: Another person actually happy to meet me. This'll take some getting used to. Desdemona: Damn. I can't imagine what you're going through. QuestGiver: You're HQ's new guy, right? Thanks for setting up this place. QuestGiver: Then, boy, you're in the wrong place. I'm popping Rad-X like aspirin over here just to stay alive. Get out of here. Save yourself. Patriot: You Railroad guys really deliver, you know? Patriot: If you want to free synths, a lot of them, come back here and we'll talk. Desdemona: Code names aren't optional. All agents need to keep their identities secret to protect themselves and those close to them. TinkerTom: Expect turrets and reinforcements inside. That's all I got - this mission was thrown together fast. DoctorAmari: He talked quite a bit about you before I administered the anaesthetic. I'm sorry you didn't have the opportunity. PAM: This unit's logic circuits are fully functional. Z1-14: I hope I am wrong. But in case I'm not, you must warn them. Deacon: We'll take it slow. Dip our feet into the water. And if the water's full of bullets we'll back out and try something different. Desdemona: Now that the Brotherhood knows where the Institute is, in time they will mount an offensive. Desdemona: And if we don't clear the catacombs quickly we'll lose more. Go help Glory. X9-27: Mission proceeding according to plan. Ambush set for Railroad targets. Prepared to reclaim any synths they possess. OldManStockton: This... synth... is fresh from the Institute. He's disoriented, he's never seen anything like our world. I can't hide him here forever. Desdemona: They're not the immediate threat. The Brotherhood is. So we need that vertibird. Kells: See that it doesn't. And Owens? Where is he? Z1-14: Liam's got his terminal working. When the time is right, we have someone who can operate it. Deacon: I didn't need to meet you to hear about you. You've made waves, pal. Companion: Sugar-coatin' it a bit, aren't you, love? TinkerTom: She's got a lot of sensitive components. So be gentle, alright? RickyDalton: I signed on for light recon. But that little Slocum's Joe of yours is crawling with god damn chrome-dome synth sons of bitches. TinkerTom: I engineered the Trail Markers and code phrase myself. So anybody comes looking for us, whammo, spotted a mile away. Patriot: I'm Liam Binet. My father runs Synth Development. Desdemona: We're trying to come up with another route that leads to the proper destination. Maybe... Patriot: Z1 and I have been working on elements of this for years. The doors are the only thing stopping us. PAM: Contents are classified. However, if the cache is secured it increases our organization's effectiveness by 2% . Deacon: So you don't trust him. First rule in this business is never go against your gut. If he's lying, could be the front entrance is full of lollipops and rainbows. Desdemona: Deacon said you'd deny it. But he has proof you used teleportation, of all things, to get inside the Institute. Deacon: I'll tell you when we get inside. I know that's a bum deal, but strategic ignorance has saved our organization more times than I can count. PAM: Cambridge Polymer Labs, LLC had several active military contracts. Specializing in robotics. Desdemona: No, you've bought us time to find a new route out of the Memory Den. Desdemona: Until I determine you're not a threat, we'll point our weapons wherever we damned well please. Patriot: He must've had some serious hardware to pull that off. Wow. Deacon: Everyone here wants to help synths. You should, too, if you join us. Desdemona: Glory needs to evacuate Dayton. And you're the only other heavy we have. BrotherhoodChallenge: The idiots don't know when they've been beat. Desdemona: Almost everyone. Very few members of the Railroad have been spared tragedy at the Institute's hands. That tragedy is the glue that binds us together. Deacon: May it serve you as well, heck, better than it did Tommy. Desdemona: You have a lot in common with too many of us, I'm afraid. DrCarrington: The danger doesn't concern me. Your work at the Switchboard proves you can deal with that. TinkerTom: There's no way they'd expect anybody to hijack one of their birds. Deacon: Our best agents carry special ordinance made by Tinker Tom. He's... well, you'll know when you meet him. Call this gun a vote of confidence. Desdemona: And you just happened to guess the password to the secret door? Right. PAM: Railroad-Alpha wants you to have first pick of equipment that could further extend your operational capabilities. Carrington: Unknown. The evacuation was, by necessity, quite chaotic. Desdemona: You certainly demonstrated your intelligence. Professor, it is. Desdemona: Deacon brought it to my attention. And, as usual, he won't give up his source. Z1-14: We outnumber the scientist many times over. We just need more than our fists. Desdemona: Fortunately, Tom has come up with a potential way to do it. DoctorAmari: Then what's the plan for getting H2 out of here? Deacon: It's complicated. Would Dez like every Tom, Dick, and Harriette to be here only to help synths? Yes, absolutely. But we live in the real world. RickyDalton: Ah, hell. I suppose I could spare a few things. I don't want your deaths on my conscience. Desdemona: That's a distinct possibility. Here's hoping they're just late checking in. Good luck. Desdemona: Hopefully Patriot's core escape plan will scale up. If it can't, well, we'll deal with it as it comes. PAM: There's an approximately 85% chance that the cache is in a highly dangerous location. I advise caution. DrCarrington: Charming. I'm sure you and Glory will be fast friends. TinkerTom: The police station is crawling with Brotherhood guys. At least one in Power Armor. Deacon: All right. Good. Let's see how much common ground we got. PAM: Mission's outcome correctly predicted. Warning: odds of more Coursers being discovered are extremely high. SynthMessenger: Some of your prized possessions from the surface are in immediate peril. TinkerTom: All right, all right. Let me know when you are. TinkerTom: Helium's rare as hell, only gas light enough and plentiful enough is good old number one on the periodic table. Hydrogen. Patriot: What...? Shit. All right, I'm shutting down everything. Hopefully we haven't left any clues for the SRB. Desdemona: I know it wasn't the reunion you were hoping for, but I'm happy you got to see him all the same. Deacon: We got a lot of idealists in our bunch, but they make room for us pragmatists. They have to. Deacon: She's just thinking of the time and manpower it would take to train you. And if you were some hick from the burbs that didn't know your ass from a rocket launcher, she'd be right. OldManStockton: Then today may be your lucky day. We're expecting a full shipment shortly. Remember: what you don't know, could kill you. GasbagMechanic: My crew has kept the gasbags immaculate. If you don't believe me, go ahead and look. Asshole. Desdemona: In a world full of suspicion, treachery, and hunters - we're the synths' only friends. We're the Railroad. So answer my question. Patriot: Trinity is an encryption system, with a cipher or key cut up into many pieces. QuestGiver: As I expected. Well, at least you weren't hurt. Perhaps Desdemona will listen to me next time. Deacon: My job in the Railroad is intel. That job's easier if no one knows who I am. So I lied. I do that. Desdemona: I knew you'd get the job done. We need every scrap of intel you picked up in there. Desdemona: Instead of being on ice for a few years, it's a few decades, instead. Deacon: Well, let me make this nice and simple, traitor.
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