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Fan: A Soldier's Duty

Colonel Augustus Autumn, head of The Enclave's military forces, waited in anticipation inside the control room of Project Purity. The Brotherhood of Steel and their false messiah, who was nothing but a simple former vault dweller, where finally attacking the memorial. ' If the US could survive nuclear warfare, it could certainly survive this pathetic Brotherhood and it's vault dweller lapdog! ' Autumn thought to himself confidently. Suddenly, he heard shooting outside the door. He tightened the grip on his laser pistol, and his two bodyguards readied their weapons. He knew who it was before she entered the room. The red hair, glasses, and hate-filled eyes.

Autumn: You again. I can't say I'm surprised. You and your ilk seem hell-bent on destroying everything our government has worked to achieve. There's nothing to stop me from killing you this time. Let's end this!

She was aiming her weapon directly at his head, her face was twisted into an angry scowl, and her eyes burned with a desire for revenge. But all of a sudden, her expression seemed to soften a slight bit, and she began lowering her weapon, at If a voice in her head was telling her that she was better than this. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.

Cywren: Give It up Autumn, You've lost.

Autumn: I beg to differ! The Enclave is at the height of it's power! Once this facility is operational, the masses will flock to The Enclave for fresh water, protection, and a plan for the future.

Cywren: Raven Rock is gone. Eden checked out. You've got nothing left.

Autumn: The American people are worth fighting for. The future must be secured. I won't let you stand in the way of that.

Cywren: This isn't the way to do it. More fighting will only make things worse.

Autumn: And what would you have me do? Let you have everything I've worked to build? Let you destroy it all?

Cywren: Just walk away. It's not too late.

Autumn: And you... You would just let me leave? How can I be sure you won't just shoot me when I turn my back on you? I suppose it doesn't matter much now. Very well, I shall leave you to you're fate.

As the Brotherhood was to busy mopping up the ground forces, no-one noticed him and his men slip away on his personal vertibird. On the ride to Adams Air Force Base, Autumn sat silently and contemplated over what the vault dweller had said and done. Exactly how noble were The Enclave's goals? Were the ideals he had been following his whole life lies? Were they really the good guys? These were the thoughts that would likely stay with him until his dying days.