Albus listened gravely to Government's garbled recordings, furrowing his brows at the possibility that this Vault Dweller and his Brotherhood of Steel cohorts were Communists. If this was true, then there would be no reason to support them. The people would have to know of the dangers they posed.

Albus had learned of the Chinese Communists in his mandatory lessons with his superiors. Though they preached the language of communal peace and harmony with the world, they stole and cheated and murdered just as much as the Capitalist Americans. Communists were a holdover from the Old World-- largely redundant to the already-communal tribes of the Southwest and nothing but a corrupting force in the decadent West. To think that a Vault Dweller and an army of Communists--two worthless relics of the Old World dependent on conflict with others and what they'd stolen from their forefathers-- would find equal ground was not surprising, but certainly an ill omen.

Albus politely thanked Government for its help, and turned to Samuel. "What do you think? Is the Vault Dweller merely deluded, or are they something more sinister? If what it said is true, I fear the Carolinas will be caught in a war between the monsters of the Old World-- with the Vault Dweller at the helm of both."