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The Institute
1:09 AM
"Courser."
Its straight face gazed through my eyes. It was so clean, better than any mirror in the commonwealth. "Data Uploaded." It nodded, "Thank you for your Cooperation." It walked off with a calming way about it. My lab coat fell silently by my side, as I walked through the hallways. My quarters opened with a swift mechanical roar, and I walked in.
So brightly White.
I took my lab coat off, placing it on the hanger. I sighed, pouring brandy into a glass, beautiful crushed ice in it.
The doors opened.
"Sir." Our new scientist in synth retention labs called out.
I turned, "Yes?"
"Unit X6 is waiting, as well as a squad of Synth Striders. You will be given a courser uniform for the job, you'll find it in your bathroom on the hanger."
He informed me.
"Alright, I'll be there in a minute." Thus it began.
The Courser.
The Brotherhood didn't give up this fight. Lasers flashing around.
"It appears I have damage." A synth called out, sparks flying from its legs,
I fired my institute rifle, hitting a scribe in the eye. The eye hung, from a bloody socket. His hand went onto it, as he screamed.
"Sir, Four Knights have approached are left flank." X6 informed me,
"Shit."
The fighting intensified. I ducked in cover, firing at the heavy armored man.
His Gatling laser ripped through our synthetics.
Sparks filled the sky.
A sudden mechanical roar echoed through the ruined hotel.
Used to be the Eliot Hotel. Famous hotel in Boston. I threw a grenade, diving into room 119
The door fell open with a thud. I fell into a horrid sight. An innocent child had been hung up. I saw a bloody pipe, jets on the ground. I flinched, my short brown hair dripping sweat.
I heard a crash.
"GAH!"
A knight fell backwards, blood staining his power armor, his leg hanging of tenants. It was awful. Too see my synth's being ripped through, like junk. They were the future. The wall shattered. A knight fired at me. I dove into the bathroom. The laser mini gun ripping through everything. Shhh. Smoke arose, the gun turned to a bright orange.
I ran.
Smashing a bat into the knight's helmet.
When it fell, the next thing too come would be a knife.
It stuck in firm too his eye. X6 had killed a knight. This hallway, was silent.
Synth striders terminated. Mangled in wires across. "X5439, check the corner." He peaked over.
"Clear."
"Check for ammunition."
When I turned,
Lets just say a knights head had been painted. pretty nice. Honestly, its like abstract art. 3D. You can even see the texture of the brain.
"Floor one clear!"
"I want X53910, And the rest of the MK II's on the stairs. The rest of us go up in elevators."
The Mark II Synths ran up the stairs, followed by X53910.
Four of us were in the first trip in the elevator. It's slow ride made everything calm, too the humans. I pitty the synths. If they could feel emotion, if they could feel terror they wouldn't run like lambs too the slaughter.
The first group in the elevator came down with sparks.
"Fire!" X539 yelled from up. I had a choice.
Take the chance that there distracted and we can come up, or wait it and let that squad perish.
I didn't know. Either way I would loose Corpsmen. Possibly a Courser..
I had limited time…
Breath in…
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