The time had finally come; Burke was home.
His days spent searching in the Wasteland, asking the barbaric citizens of the Waste about parts for an insignificant scope were finally over. Tenpenny Tower was again under his feet, and nothing felt more wonderful than that. Except, of course, that soft, immaculate hand running across his thigh. Burke wasn't sure what he was going to do with himself as he thought back to that day, nearly two weeks ago.
"Mr. Tenpenny," Burke began, nodding his head as he walked on to Allistair's balcony. "I've found your scope." Looking from the horizon to Burke, Allistair smiled. "That's wonderful news, Burke." The part sat in Burke's hand, unmoving just as Burke's impatient and expectant gaze. "... Sir? Would you like to use it now?"
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Burke, but that's all right; set it on my desk, in my room."
Impulsively, Burke's hands clenched into fists. And now, as he had a week ago, he imagined himself blugeoning the fool with the Sniper Rifle that sat at his side. "Very important work indeed," Burke hissed, attempting to no avail to remain respectful.
Allistair calmly looked up at Burke. "Oh, it was, Burke! Don't you think otherwise. Remember, everything we do will allow us to spread the civility that Tenpenny Tower has housed across the Wasteland. There will be no tribes, no 'Megaton's, no need to protect ourselves from the devolved state of society. One day, Burke, the Wasteland will be no longer a wasteland. And it will be all thanks to us."
"And surely, your sniper rifle's well being is critical to that plan?"
A chuckle escaped Allistair. "You will see in time."
Beloved,
The pain of our separation is unbearable. I miss you terribly.
I cherish the memory of our brief time together.
Send me a letter, won't you? Send it to Tenpenny Tower. They'll be sure to get it to me.
Oh, be patient a little while longer, my little song bird. Soon we will be free of our cages, and our love will soar to the heavens above!
Your's very truly,
Burke
Sighing, Burke looked down at the letter. How complete he would feel, how whole, if she were only here. In fact, if she were here, Burke thought, and a devilish smile spread across his face.
Their reunion would have to wait a while longer. But Burke always had his imagination.
