There was much agitation this morning in Vault 121... Rumor has it the security guard that allowed the Brotherhood detail to sneak into the Vault was a synth. The doctor who did the autopsy was not only shocked, but disgusted at the real possibility of more synths living among them, so he told pretty much everyone he knew what he discovered.

To make things even worse, there was an explosion at the water tank #4 at 6 AM. An investigation was underway, but the rumors about synths trying to sabotage the Vault spread like fire among the general population. This was the last drop; pretty much what the rebels needed to rally enough people against the already weakened leadership of Vault 121.

People gathered in front of the Overseer's office, carrying signs and yelling. The synth wasn't fazed at all by all the commotion, but she knew she had to make a statement. She gets up from her chair and opens the bulk door. Immediately, the crowd gets louder and starts pushing towards the office. The security guards could barely handle them, pushing the protesters back with their police batons.

"Please be quiet," the synth speaks.

The Overseer's voice gets lost in all the yelling.

"I'm going to ask you to please be quiet."

No one gives a shit; the yelling continues.

"HEY! SHUT THE FUCK UP! The Overseer is talking," Jim yells, clearly annoyed by the lack of respect the vault citizens are showing towards their leader.

"Thank you, Jim," the synth smiles. "I know you're all scared. And I understand. I would be scared too if I were human. I don't understand how or why are synths working with the Brotherhood now. Maybe they found a way to reprogram them, I honestly don't know. But rest assured, steps are being taken towards identifying the synths in this Vault. We do have a plan, you just have to be patient and-"

"LEAVE!" someone from the crowd yells.

"This is my Vault, you leave," the Overseer replies, and the crowd goes nuts. The synth couldn't continue its speech anymore, so it decides to gets back into the office. The crowd is pushing forward and the security guards are quickly overwhelmed. Someone is playing around with an electronic lockpick, and soon manages to open the bulk door. The Overseer was sitting calm in her chair, miniguns deployed to her left and right side.

"Who wants to go first?"

The crowd hesitates and backs off.

"No volunteers? Fine. Get back to work. Or leave my Vault. Either way, no one is keeping you here by force."

The Overseer gets back to work and the crowd disperses, realizing there's nothing more they can do at this point.

Later that day, one of the guards placed outside her office asks to talk to her. She wasn't particularly busy, so she agreed.

"What is it, officer McCain?" the synth inquired.

"About the incident this morning... the water tank. I think it was me. I have flashes about me being there. But I don't remember how I got there. I think I'm a synth! Is that even possible? I mean, to not know you're a synth? I don't want to be a synth! Please ma'am, you have to help me!"

McCain had a genuine, terrified look on his face. The Overseer gets up from her chair and starts pacing the room. Looking outside through the big window, she couldn't see the other security officer. Two guards are supposed to be on duty in front of her office at all times. One was inside, the other was missing. To the synth it quickly became obvious what happened. When she turns around, officer McCain was holding an alien blaster in his hand.

"You know what this is, right?" McCain grins. "You know there's absolutely no chance of you surviving a blast from this. You'll melt like ice cream if I pull this trigger. So, no funny moves."

"What do you want?"

Away from her desk, the Overseer couldn't activate the office defenses. She had to think of something fast or she's history. She noticed she was still wirelessly connected to the RobCo network. That's it! She could alert someone. But she didn't know who else from security to trust. The synth remembered the kid. Jim Henricks. Yeah, she can trust him.

The Overseer relays the video feed from her office to Jim's terminal. Lucky for her, the young man was using the terminal at the time playing 'Atomic Command'. When he realizes what's happening, Jim rushes out of his quarters. It only took him a minute to reach the Overseer's office and another minute to calm himself down.

"OK. You can do this! Nice and easy," Jim thought as he rang the door. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready.

"What the fuck does he want?" inquires McCain, looking out the window. "Get rid of him. No tricks or he dies. Get it? Now, call for him."

"Come in," the Overseer raises her voice. The synth's face was emotionless, as always.

"Hello, ma'am. John, I need to talk to Philip. Do you know where he is?"

"He went to the bathroom. He'll be back," McCain said.

"I see... What are you doing, John?"

"I'm... talking with the Overseer? Do you need anything else?"

"John, how long we've known each other? 6 years? Don't do this."

The synth looks at Jim, he had no gun and he was sweating. He knows!

"For fuck's sake, I said no tricks! Look what you did, bitch. Now I have to kill him. Such a waste..."

Jim raises both hands in the air, his fists clenched.

"What the fuck you doing?" McCain asks, very confused.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"You're fired."

The window of the office breaks and falls from its frame, spreading all over the floor. Officer McCain collapses to the ground with a big hole in his forehead. The sniper did his job flawlessly. Jim was worried he wouldn't see the signal, the clenched fists. He rushes to help the Overseer.

"Are you OK, ma'am?"

"I'm fine. Thanks for your help. Again. Why is everyone trying to kill me lately?!"

"Who is John Galt?" Jim shrugs...