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You set to your work, might as well start with the most important part and the quickest to get since you were there to begin with. First you grabbed a chair from one of the buildings and sat it down in front of Granite's Stockade.
You then sat in it, "Tell me your side of the story Granite."
The beaten man laughed, "Alright sure, it'll be the first piece of genuine Enclave history you'll ever hear. Let's start from the top, I was Sargent Alexander Granite of the Enclave Control Company, I commanded a squad of 4 soldiers that acted as the perimeter patrol for Enclave territory. We had been assigned Special Agent Frank Horrigan to deploy with us in the year of 2241, what an absolute monster of a man, Think a Super Mutant, then think bigger, meaner and in power armor with a special crafted plasma canon strapped to their arm. Think something that could literally tear a Deathclaw in half and not break a sweat, think of the most powerful terrifying force and double it. That. Was Frank Fucking Horrigan." his voice was measured despite his injuries as he retold his life story from the year 2241.
He chewed the side of his mouth for a few moments while thinking, "I can't begin to tell you the number of Wastelanders and monstrosities we killed while out on patrol, they were given 1 warning, that they were in violation of Protocol 312, 'Any Illegal Aliens trespassing in Enclave Territory were to be eliminated' sometimes we didn't even give them a warning, usually that was when Horrigan decided he didn't like them. Mostly because that beast was literally uncontrollable by anyone that wasn't the God Damned President of the United States. No I served with distinction until the Control Company was recalled to Poseidon energy rig."
He sighed, "You want to know why we were recalled? We were the last line of defense against that Tribal. One. Tribal and a motley army of companions." he chuckled, "What a fucking menagerie of bullshit. He had a robot dog, a super mutant, and several other wastelanders with him, everyone that could be decked out in power armor was, they were all carrying the heaviest weaponry that they could physically. The Super Mutant, his name was Marcus, big fucker, smart too, I'd watch out for him."
He shakes his head, "They'd torn through the oil rig by the time we got there, so Horrigan in his infinite wisdom the big fucking brute, decided, 'This muttie will die here, end of the line.' and by all means I wasn't about to argue with the man even though it'd likely mean my own death when the rig blew up at the time. You want to know the truth kid? I was tired. I was tired of all the killing." his head slumps, "I'd spent my whole life doing nothing but killing in the name of some glorious purpose, of fighting to see America pure again." he looked up right at you, "And my reward for that? I was gonna die at the hands of some hick ass mutant, American made or from the wasteland."
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