Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170504012353/@comment-5543592-20170530174630

"I don't know.  My friend doesn't tell me very many things, only what I need in the moment.  I know how that sounds, but this is how it's always worked.  And I've been doing this for a long time."

"Well, you've probably noticed our armor and tesla-cannons by now, how it's different than anything you've seen before.  That's cause they're designed and built Beacon Enterprises, this place way to the north of here, on the edge of the county.  There's a massive fortress there, in which the owner and sole member of the Enterprises lives.  And we learned, recently, he built a bomb for someone.  The bomb to end all bombs.  If we could get that behind the Brotherhood lines and set it off, the fight'd be over.  Only, we have no idea what he did with it."

"Hold on." Tanner said, holding up his hands in a double 'stop' gesture. "You're saying somewhere, out in the Royal Wasteland, there's a guy sitting on a doomsday boom?  And you people just learned about this?  Aren't you supposed to be cops?"

"Listen,"  Abel snapped at Tanner. "You try running an operation this small and tight when you've got the Brotherhood of Steel breathing down your neck and whole county to look after.  I've got a seventy bodies on my best day.  That's not enough to catch something like this, especially with how Beacon Enterprises operates."

Smith already had a gauze wrap with him though, and wrapped it tightly around Will's arm, before cutting it off and tucking the loose end in.

"There.  Recovery time's going to take a while, if you want pain meds I can throw some Buffout your way, but that's all I've got.  Otherwise, you're going to have to suck it up."