"We have a visual on Vault 112A's blast door, Miss President." Lieutenant Brian Richter reported to the distorted hologram image flickering in the palm of his power armored hand as his reconnaissance platoon crammed into the room behind him, their work in the garage overhead complete. "We are prepared to breach the fallout shelter at your command, but be advised, communications will be lost entirely upon entry." He intoned.
"Remember your briefing, lieutenant," came her garbled reply. "Doctor Stanislaus Braun was a scientist first, and an overseer second. His preservation, his cooperation, is vital for our plans going forward. Not only does does he have in his possession over two centuries worth of research from Project Safehouse lost to us ever since the evacuation of Control Station Enclave, the man singlehandedly invented the Garden of Eden Creation Kit, a device capable of terraforming preconditioned sections of the moon in seconds with nothing more than the press of a button. To reverse engineer it ourselves would take too long, even if we retained the personnel and facilities of Raven Rock."
"Acknowledged," Richter affirmed, motioning for his platoon's resident engineer to man the control panel. "Our intelligence indicates a dweller population of eighty-four, if available vault records are to believed. Evacuation should occur on site, even though our nighttime insertion by means of vertibird appeared to avoid detection, there's simply no telling exactly how much time we have before our operation here is discovered."
"Your tactical assessment will be taken into consideration. You may proceed." She voiced before a dossier seemingly materialized in her hands, it's contents giving her pause. "I have just been informed by Doctor Whitley that Tiffany Dithers' inconsistent anomalous readings show an awareness of her simulated experiences caused by the past cannibalization of her cryosuspension pod for it's memory chip. Ensure that her existence is wiped from the minds of the subjects, and bring the woman to research and development. She may yet be able to prove herself an asset rather than a liability."
Richter ended the transmission with a salute. Ordering the blast door of the fallout shelter opened, he stood, arms neatly folded behind his back, as his men rushed inside to secure the vault, eager to begin dismantling and taking over it's many systems.
"Remember your briefing, lieutenant," came her garbled reply. "Doctor Stanislaus Braun was a scientist first, and an overseer second. His preservation, his cooperation, is vital for our plans going forward. Not only does does he have in his possession over two centuries worth of research from Project Safehouse lost to us ever since the evacuation of Control Station Enclave, the man singlehandedly invented the Garden of Eden Creation Kit, a device capable of terraforming preconditioned sections of the moon in seconds with nothing more than the press of a button. To reverse engineer it ourselves would take too long, even if we retained the personnel and facilities of Raven Rock."
"Acknowledged," Richter affirmed, motioning for his platoon's resident engineer to man the control panel. "Our intelligence indicates a dweller population of eighty-four, if available vault records are to believed. Evacuation should occur on site, even though our nighttime insertion by means of vertibird appeared to avoid detection, there's simply no telling exactly how much time we have before our operation here is discovered."
"Your tactical assessment will be taken into consideration. You may proceed." She voiced before a dossier seemingly materialized in her hands, it's contents giving her pause. "I have just been informed by Doctor Whitley that Tiffany Dithers' inconsistent anomalous readings show an awareness of her simulated experiences caused by the past cannibalization of her cryosuspension pod for it's memory chip. Ensure that her existence is wiped from the minds of the subjects, and bring the woman to research and development. She may yet be able to prove herself an asset rather than a liability."
Richter ended the transmission with a salute. Ordering the blast door of the fallout shelter opened, he stood, arms neatly folded behind his back, as his men rushed inside to secure the vault, eager to begin dismantling and taking over it's many systems.
