I have grown impatient with that dolt Andrew Stahl. It has been over a month, yet that atomic eyesore remains; it continuously taunts me at the center of town. God, what an abhorrent repulsive monument to man's destructive past-----and to me.

Now, I've always fashioned myself a patient individual, never asking for too much. I enjoy life's simple pleasures: bitter black coffee, well shined shoes, a collection of fedoras, and for tasks to be done in a timely orderly fashion. Certainly such things aren't too obtuse? No. It wasn't as if I were asking for the second coming.

All I wanted from that stooge Stahl was some respect; in fact, I'd wager that if Stahl respected me then Megaton would be little more than ash by now. Tisk. Tisk. Tisk. Andy. Tisk. Tisk. Tisk.

Poor lad. He has upset me, which is an unfortunate fate for him. Sure, I can be a forgiving soul, but I have been the modicum of forgiveness these last few weeks. Perhaps that was a mistake of mine? I was too soft with the boy because Andrew himself seemed to need constant reassurance. It was pathetic how reliant he became to my good will. Sap. I only humored him and his desire to kill that Moriarty character, so he could rid the wastes of Megaton's little "atomic problem." No matter now. My plans for Megaton have changed. I no longer need Andrew. He is expendable.

Yes, I think I know who I should've approached from the beginning----that elusive lass from Vault 101. Since emerging from that dark dwelling of hers, Gemma has made quite a name for herself. I swear, the people of the wastes are beginning to look at her with a combination of awe and fear.

This girl, or The Lone Wanderer as the radio keeps referring to her, is truly capable of anything. She's surpassed even my estimation of her; she is legendary to the struggling starving rabble of wasteland living. I must recruit her to my cause. Unlike Andy, I'll divulge my true reasons for wanting that bomb gone. Surely she'll agree with my absolute reasoning? She has to; indeed, my vision of a purged wasteland is the key to a salvageable future, and to new beginnings for our race.

Ah, Gemma. . .your destiny is here with me. Make your way back to Megaton, so we can strike up an "understanding" if you will. I can be very persuasive. I have to be. My charm has kept me above the suspicions of such idiots like Tenpenny himself. Ha. He thinks I am his kept man, oh no. . .he is mine; a puppet, and I, his puppeteer, forever pulling his strings.

Soon, your thinking will mirror mine Miss 101: that the world is a hell which must be cleansed of all demons, devils, and vile sinners. We shall begin anew Gemma. We shall. The future is for people like us, not for the ordinary rabble of the wastes; the raiders, slavers, and junkies are undeserving of this ideal paradise of ours. Like the vermin they are they shall be exterminated, and we shall reap the rewards of our actions-----a lush paradise of beauty, hope, and peace. Yes, a world without swine. . . .A divine proposition don't you think?