Carefully moving down the street, Paladin Alexander Rockwell had his rifle at the low ready. He was odd among the Brotherhood, preferring physical ammo based weapons to the energy weapons many of them used. His carbine's scope showed nothing down range of him, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
He was currently on 19th st and 20th dr. He was planning on walking towards to the old rail bridge, and then across it. He had seen a lot of buildings over there, a few of them looked like they might hold some form of tech, and he intended on finding out.
Each step on the street was one closer to his goal, but perhaps he wouldn't need to go that far. One of the buildings looked like an old newspaper printing plant. He smiles a bit more, walking into the building and keeping low. Several of the lobby computers had been ruined by time, raiders, and people who didn't know any better. He moved to the offices, the ground cluttered by various papers, trash, and who knows what else. A computer was near by. The metal on outside showing signs of rust.
"Please oh please..." Alexander says, pulling out his field kit and looking around for a moment. He was clear, quickly opening up the computer. He unseals his helmet, setting it next to the computer.
Taking one more look around, no one had stumbled upon him. He started pulling out of the parts he needed, repairing the communication device inside the power armor helmet. One last look to the computer, he pulled out the systems hard drive, wondering if it might be any use. He flipped on the comm-link, his distress signal calling out on a non secure line.