The room fell silent. A voice was soon heard.
"Son, you'd better have a really good explanation for all of this."
Henderson geared up for a bit of a tale. "Well, this right here?" He nudged the synth lying on the floor, "this is my replacement, though seriously, if the Institute really wanted to kill me, you'd have thought that they would have brought more to it than a knock-off laser gun."
The person who had spoken first replied, "kill you? Laser gun? what is all this?"
So the Lone Wanderer began the tale of his escape from the Institute.
Eleanor woke up. Someone was knocking on the door to the women's barracks. She rolled out of bed, took a quick shower, dressed, and went outside. she certainly wasn't prepared for what greeted her. The CO was there, which was never a good sign, so she braced herself for the worst. The CO, however, congratulated her on the progress, and awarded her a day off, she knew there was a catch to it, she knew the phrase 'no such thing as a free lunch,' she just didn't know what yet...
"However, this comes with a condition of course, you will have to start training, hard." She, of course, asked the most obvious question that comes to mind.
"training for what?" (As if she already didn't know) "And there it is!" she thought.
"You have been chosen to be trained as a war medic, we've just gotten word, we had our brothers in arms from the west join the people in Texas, and the battle over there, by the sound of it, is going to result in wounded and casualties, now don't tell anyone I told you this, all I'm supposed to tell you is to start training." That hadn't been what Eleanor thought.
"Yes sir, she replied" She headed back inside to work out and reconsider her life decisions.
Now, this wasn't to say that he particularly wanted to be saying this to the Enclave, he had heard repeated many times the crimes they had committed in the capital wasteland, but he had taken stock of his stealth boys, seen the 'execution,' and decided he didn't have enough, and this was his saving measure.
Gerald Henderson had had a really rough couple of months, and it all started when he was captured. He was headed towards his old home: Vault 101, and encountered 5 people, who asked him where to go. He raised an eyebrow when the leader told him that they were merely travelers headed to Rivet City, (he could clearly see they were a well-trained, coordinated group, he guessed they were mercenaries, possibly trying to fool him for some reason) but he pointed them towards the city and turned to be on his way. His suspicions were confirmed less than thirty seconds later, when he heard a noise, turned, and took a shocker baton thingy to the face. He quickly recovered, shot two of them seamlessly, killed one with Jingwei's shocksword, then hacked one's head off with the same shocksword, he wounded the last one, but the survivor got a bag over his head and concked his lights out.
He woke up in a white room, with some robots running around outside. He wasn't too surprised that there were robots, which were being called "synths," but he was surprised at how fast they had gotten there. From there, things only got worse, they sent in the synths, some of whom were almost indistinguishable from humans, to question him, when he wouldn't reveal any answers, they brutally shocked him, but there were some things that he never told. He couldn't find his gear, he suspected it was dumped, but his gut told him something else. These people were experts, and with the personal questions, synths closely resembling humans, and the aggressive attempts to get into his mind, he figured that they might be trying to replace him, he wasn't an idiot. What he decided to do was play along, and not exhibit any intelligence whatsoever, and through such, cover up his plan.
One day, things were different, he was given a particularly good meal, and no one came in to question him, and he knew this was probably the end. They sent in one of the humanoids, with one of their knockoff laser pistols, to kill him. A good amount of exercise and practice for the inevitable paid off, he managed to surprise it, and with a bit of work dispatched the "courser," as he heard them called, without being spotted by the cameras he had figured the locations of. He was fairly lucky that the courser had a similar build to him, and with some of the skills he had learned, he managed to make it look similar enough to him to fool the guards, scientists, and most of the synths, he also managed to get the brain-computer-chip out of the thing's head, he figured this would be useful later. He had also slipped a bit of folded cloth into the lock so it wouldn't work, he had learned that trick in the vault.
He had been here for at least a month, maybe more, and he had been busy for that time, he had mostly dismantled a camera, and very carefully, he had gotten one of the microphones out of it. He used this, as well as a crude speaker, to learn how the coursers talked and acted. He figured that most should be the same since they were programmed the same as, or similar to, each other. He had practiced similar things, at least with bugging and making speakers and microphones, in the Vault, with his father's equipment.
The rest fell into place from there, he took the place of the courser, imitated it's voice, and eventually teleported out of the place, which he had heard called "the institute," or something like that. He eventually figured out that he was in Boston, (he had learned its relative location in his geography class in the Vault) and started the several day trek to the Capital Wasteland. Before he got there, (a long story he didn't want to get in to) he ditched the courser uniform and chip in a fairly well designed scene with the "courser" having been mortally wounded by his "target," but succeeded in getting him. The "target" was really just a raider he had killed, though this particular raider was being targeted by the institute, not that this was important, but it let him cover his tracks by actually having accomplished a mission. After he had gotten to the Capital Wasteland, he got a hold of some stealth boys for his journey to Texas, after he had asked the BoS, who were thoroughly confused. When he had explained his story to the Brotherhood, heard what had happened while he was gone, and finally proved that it was really him, they gave him a vertibird transport for a distance, though he had to eventually walk after they went a good distance.
The Enclave present, of course, checked and double checked Gerald's story, which was, surprisingly, true. With this completed, and the Lone Wanderer in custody, the Enclave settled in for the second night of the battle.