Basil smiled excitedly, moderately surprised that Jace had actually agreed to explore the Overseer’s office; normally, he would just decide for them to leave, rather than taking any sort of risk. Perhaps he had finally grown impatient after weeks without a satisfying lead, as well.
	It was imperative that they pinpointed the exact location of a functional G.E.C.K. as soon as possible. They had heard the stories of how they could bring about miracles, of how the Capital Wasteland, possibly the worst section of the entire world, had attained fresh water because of the work of a few scientists, a desperate, grief-stricken Vault Dweller, and one of those Kits. If such a device could save even the Capital, then it had to also possess the capability to save their home.
	They had to believe in that.