The year, is 2802, and a small aircraft known as a U.S. Military Vertibird flies towards the Space Needle in Seattle, Washington. In the Vertibird are 3 Enclave soldiers in regular Enclave power armor, and one Officer/Pilot. They had just returned from a successful bombing run on a small Brotherhood of Steel outpost right off the edge of the Seven Hills park in Seattle, a grocery store. The Outpost had been stationed without connections to the BoS HQ, in the area, for several weeks, and had no way of reporting the attack, so as the soldiers and scribes sat there in nothing but debris and turmoil, they think "Was it worth it?"
After a few seconds of thought, they all realize, yes. Every bit of it was worth it because the promise of this being the final Enclave frontier made them all feel safe inside. They could'nt just give up on the destruction of the Enclave because if they did, well...the consequences could be dire for the entire Brotherhood. Maybe even the entire U.S. Enclave soldiers sit there with their helmets off, celebrating their small victory with a bottle of aged scotch, that was recovered by a scav team in a Pre-War home basement, unknowing of the disaster that was about to strike. Foolsihly, the pilot had chosen to fly dangerously low...dangerously low enough for a Brotherhood sniper to get a clear view of them through his scope.
The next few seconds are pretty much predictable. The soldier spends several rounds trying to take down the Bird, in a futile attempt to destroy it. Wrong. This soldier is a B.A.S.S. sniper. The best sniper group to ever come from the DC chapter. This group was his life, his liberty, his happiness. To see a bullet pierce through an Enclave bastards skull was his reason for waking up every day. At that moment he would get his chance.
The soldier holds his breath, with the Vertibird nowhere in his scope sight, and pulls the trigger. To his enjoyment the Vertibird starts to lean, then spiral out of control. It was clear to him, and the approaching Vertibird pad below, that the bullet had landed in the cranium of the Pilot. Thank you Coriolis Effect.
One of the Enclave soldiers thinks of his child he has safe and sound in Navvaro, leading a perfectly normal wasteland life, while another quickly chugs down the bottle of alchohal, having realized it would be the last drink of his life. The last soldier silently prays to himself and curses the name of the Brotherhood of Steel with every fiber of his being. He wouldn't be able to get him to see his wife because of that damned orginization. The love of his life will go on believing he died in vain because of a stupid war created by greed. The pilot has only one thing going through his mind. A bullet.
As the BoS Knight stands up, leaving his rifle on the ground, and takes off his helmet, he sees something that couldn't help but make him smile. Over the walls of the Enclave HQ compound, the Vertibird comes to a skidding stop by hitting the pavement of the landing pad, killing 7. Only one thing is going through his mind.
Victory.