"Well this was a waste" Vargas said, annoyed and defeated.
"Did you really expect her to help? I mean she left because everything she went through building the first one. I'm surprised we weren't kicked out of town." Sarah said.
"She'll come around, I know deep down she really wants to help. We just need..." The Lone Wanderer trailed off. He was looking at something very intensly, like he was reliving a memory. "What is he wearing?" he asked. Everyone immediatly turned around and started scanning the area to see what he was talking about. They all soon noticed a man sitting on a chair at the Power Noodle, and he was wearing a bright blue jumpsuit with some yellow numbers on the back.
"Is that..." Sarah said as she squinted at the man.
"Yeah..." The Lone Wanderer replyed. "Its a vault suit." The Lone Wanderer began walking towards him, leaving everyone else standing in the street. He wanted to talk to him. Someone out of a vault that wasnt 101 or a clone named Gary made him feel connected in a way. He approtched him and took a seat next to him.
"New in town?" the Lone Wanderer asked. The man in the suit was surprised. He didnt see him come up. The Lone Wanderer could clearly see the numbers on his back now.
"Uhh...yeah, I guess you could say that." The man responded.
"You from a vault?" Lone Wanderer asked.
'What the hell does this guy want?' the man thought to himself. "Whats it to you?" he finally asked. The Lone Wanderer smiled.
"I'm also from a vault." As soon as the Lone Wanderer said this, the mans face lit up like a plasma grenade in the night.
"So you're from before too?! I thought I was the only one who survived!" the man raved.
"What are you talking about? Before what?" The mans expression dropped from total happiness to broken in less than a second. It wasnt until now that the Lone Wanderer noticed a set of dogtags on the mans chest. He could make out the word "Army" on them. "Wait a minute...are you...are you from before the war?" The man sighed and sat back down slowly.
"Yeah...yeah I am" he said, looking empty. "Everyone I knew is dead. Even the people who were in the vault weren't frozen this long. I'm the only one left." The Wanderer put a hand on his shoulder.
"You're not alone, we're more alike than you think." the Lone Wanderer smiled.
"What do you mean?" the man was confused. What could he possibly have in common with this stranger?
"When I was 19 years old, I left the vault to look for my dad. I was alone, scared, didn't know what to do." the Wanderer told him. "I lived my whole life in a vault, when I left I felt so vulnerable. But eventually, I got a home in a little place called Megaton. That was the first time in my entire life that I truly felt at home."
"Why are you telling me all this?" the man asked.
"I see a lot of myself in you" the Wanderer smiled. "Just out of a vault, doesn't know what to do or where to go. But you might just find its here you really belong." the Lone Wanderer patted his back and got up to leave.
"Wait! Where are you going?" the man asked.
"I have places to be" he said with a smile. "Something tells me you do too". The Lone Wanderer walked back over to his squad that had watched the whole interaction.
"So who is he? You never asked a name." Kodiak asked him.
"James Beckett" the Wanderer said without hesitation. "Former Captain in the U.s. Army."
"So he wasn't bullshitting you when he said hes Pre-War, huh?" Sarah said, no really believing what she was saying.
"We'll see him again." the Wanderer ahsured them.
"And what makes you say that?" Sarah asked.
"You saw me again, didn't you?"