Open Our Doors {{ Open to All - SS included }}
He closed his eyes as the sleeve of his shirt was rolled up, exposing his lower arm. He grunted a bit as the needle was pushed into his veins and the tube taped down.
“Are you sure it was wise?” A woman asked. He felt remotely guilty for not knowing who she was, only that she was part of the BioScience department. He knew most people down here, but after so many years, so many children growing up, so many synths created, he had no idea who was which anymore. “To allow them full access to the facilities?”
“I’ve allowed no such thing.” He replied, turning to the sweets on the plate next to him as she filled a vial with blood and disconnected it, labeling it. Breaking a cookie in half he brought it to his lips and took a bite. “I have given the Sole Survivor’s companion’s access to the Institute. They can sleep, and eat and interact. Nothing more.” He put the cookie down and rubbed the crumbs from his fingers, looking back at her.
“Still, isn’t that a big risk?” She pushed. “Allowing heathens to prowl their way through our halls? Given their...associations?” Her nose crinkled a bit, and all he could do was chuckle as she filled the second vial.
“Ah, her...Ghoul friends and, Brotherhood, Railroad, Minutemen...yes...questionable characters.” He smiled, looking down at his lap. “As long as they wipe their muddy boots off and they keep the leash tight, what harm can a single wild Brotherhood gun, or Railroad Agent do? Especially with incredibly limited access and a two Courser escort?” He flashed her a slightly smug smile.
“You’re assigning Coursers to them?” She seemed almost shocked. “Kind of a waste of man power.”
“To watch a Brotherhood of Steel member or Railroad Agent, not at all. The Ghoul they’ve befriended or Mr. Valentine, all we need is a gift basket of Jet or a magnet.” He dismissed the possible threat with disinterest as she filled the fifth and final vial.
“You’re done sir.” She sealed off the final vial and pulled the needle from his arm, placing a bandage over it.
“Ah, good.” He sat up in his chair, trying to ignore the dizziness that came over him. Grabbing the cookies he took another nibble as she packed her stuff up and made to leave. “For now, we will have to trust their judgement. But if we wish for the people to see our best interests are the Commonwealth, we should expose the people, little at a time. Shouldn’t we?” He looked at her as she made for his door. She stopped, hesitating, looking behind her at him.
“If you think it’s best.” Turning, she slipped out and into the hall, leaving him to his own business.
