Allen's interview with Piper was strangely reminiscent of when he was forced to see an CIA trained psychologist after a friend of his was KIA. It started with clarifying questions.

"For the record," Piper said taking out a holo recorder. "State your name."

"Allen Marks." Piper didn't know what to think of Allen. Most of him was hidden. He was wearing a long, brown, tattered, coat. He was wearing a bandanna adorned with decorative skulls on the lower half of his face. What Allen didn't hid with his apparel he hid with a blank and unyielding expression.

"Age?"

"Twenty Eight, technically." Things got interesting fast.

"Technically?"

"The Vault had us frozen in cryogenic stasis, what year is it?"

"2280." Piper answered wearily.

"Than I guess i'm actually 231 years old."

"Wait," Piper exclaimed, "You were alive before the war?" She asked doubtfully

"Yes."

"Oh my god!" Piper said giddy at the direction the story was going "The man out of time."

"So. You've seen the Commonwealth. Diamond City. How does it compare to your old life?"n

"I don't know."

If Agent Allen Marks was running the show he would've lied,said some blarney about diamond city giving him hope. But the Agent had shown himself yet, Allen was still shell shocked.

"You don't know?"

"It just hasn't sunk in yet I guess." Piper nodded at that, scratched the back of her head, sighed and looked up from her notepad.

"Now, the big question, You came all this way looking for someone. Who is it?"

"You heard wrong i'm not looking for anyone." Agent Marks snapped..

"Don't" Piper said putting up her finger and waving it, "Don't lie to me blue, this is your story, don't you want people to know the truth.?"

"Why, the fuck! do you care?" Allen half shouted,while standing up and starting to pace

"This is news. No one else in Diamond City may care about the missing but my paper does."
"I lost family okay," Allen admitted, throwing his hands over his eyes. "I'm trying to get one of them back.

"What's their name Blue, who were they." Piper said sternly but kindly.

"My son," Allen admitted. The admission seemed to drain him, he sat back down eyes more tired than before,"My son Shaun, my little big man." Piper resisted the urge to chuckle at the nickname for Shaun. Instead she pressed on with the interview

"Alright, just a few more questions, Who do you think stole your son?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think the Institute has anything to do with it?"

" I don't know."

"No one ever does, that's what makes them so scary." Piper said more to herself.

"For the last part of our interview, i'd like to do something different, i'd like for you to make a statement to diamond city directly." Piper knew this was a lot to ask, so she tried to pump Allen up for it. "The threat of kidnapping is all but ignored in the Commonwealth, everyone wants to pretend it doesn't happen. What would you say to someone who's lost a loved one, but might be too scared, or too numb to the world to look for them.?"

"I don't know."

"Blue,"

"Piper, I don't know. I wish I did Piper I really do." Allen confessed standing up again. "But I just don't. To me, Piper, I had Shaun a week ago, three days ago. And now he's missing. To me, my wife was murdered a just yesterday. I don't know how long it's actually been, Piper, could have been days, weeks, months or years." Allen went quiet, but Piper was a good listener, she knew that there would be more.

"I've never been good at this, that was Nora. She was so good at people, and emotions, and dealing with stuff that was hers. She would have been great." Piper could hear the smile fade in Allen voice. "But she's dead. And my sons gone, and yesterday morning they were neither." Allen could have gotten angry, he had every right to, these questions from this person. How dare she? But he didn't instead he was shell shocked. "So tell me Piper, how should I feel? What should I say? How can I tell people what to do when I just, don't" pause, "fucking," a hitched breath, "know." What sounded like a sob.

Piper reached over and hit the "end record" putt on on the holorecorder,She flipped her notebook closed, and waited. Eventually Allen looked up at Piper.

"Thats everything," Piper said simply, "It might take some time but i think your story is going to give diamond city plenty to think about." That's assuming that she went through with it, some things were too personal for the press.

"Look about your son," Piper started, "i've got a friend i think he can help his name is Nick Valentine, detective extraordinaire got an office here in diamond city just look for the neon sign with the heart in it."

Allen tried not to let himself get hopeful, but the father in him was exited, and the Agent in him was in full swing. He had a lead, he had hope. Piper, on the other hand, was still thinking about her end of the bargain.

"Anyway I agreed to come with you," Piper said with a shrug, masking her excitement "watch your back, just say the word when you're ready, I wanna help with the next part of your story."

Allen Marks stood up with a newfound light in his eyes. He had a lead.

"Ready to go?"

"One moment?" Piper said with a grin, she stood up and called, "Nat!"

Allen waited less than patiently (he had a lead) while Piper said her "see ya laters" with Nat, don't spend too much at the noodle hut, you're still grounded for punching that boy in class, if you touch my stash of gum you're in trouble. The usual stuff.

"Are you ready now?" Allen asked failing to mask his excitement.

"Yes, Blue" Piper said with a chuckle "I'm ready." A strange couple of syllables left Allen Marks, causing Piper to do a double take.

"You alright?"

"Of course" he had a lead.

"What was that?" She asked incredulously.

"Russian, rough translation, 'here we go.'"

"Why do speak Russian."

"Not important," he had a lead the lead was important, "let's go."

"Fine, blue fine" Piper chuckled out reminded of the times she's been lead around the market by an excited Nat.

Allen didn't lack for energy, there was no doubt about that.

But he finally had a fucking lead.