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Nick Valentine had been to and from Sanctuary for a while now, supplying everything from bags of seeds and cases of stimpaks to documents of information seeded from Boston proper. Anything for the Minutemen, really.

The old synth might not have been one of them, but he was empathetic to the cause, and happy to help.

Still weary with it, though, if the way his steps dragged when he went over the bridge said anything about it. 

“Hey Jamie,” Valentine called, his voice hoarse. “Can you give me a hand with this bag? My shoulder’s actin’ up.” 

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Ferals, a whole slew of them were between him and the caravan who paid him to be their bodyguard. Where in the gods did they all come from? Raserei crushed another’s skull with his powerfist while the merchants shot wildly into the chaotic battle. Thank the gods none of them had managed to shoot him. 

Another one down and who knew how many more to go. One the merchants shot up a flare in hopes it would bring aid, while another called over the a radio for help. He didn’t see the point. Not that he had it under control, but there were either going to survive this or they weren’t. No one was going to rush out to help deal with a flood of ferals. Too risky. 

Got another one. The Jet and Fury were pumping through his blood he felt like a god. Perhaps he was one in that moment striding through the battlefield crushing his enemies. But even gods can die when the odds are against them.

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                       ❝ Dr. Amari isn’t here right now, but I can help you. You need medical suppl-- Wait... I feel like I’ve seen you before. ❞

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      ❝ Good job out there. You’ve proven to be Minute-Man material. Not that I doubted you. You were part of uh... Danse’s team. Yeah... ❞ Going to an expedition with only the new recruit as the other still recovered from his wounds proved to be quite awkward in the long-run. Xavier and Jamie didn’t really have much in common that Xavier knew about, thus making small talk come out as more of a pity, break the silence, sort of thing.

     ❝ Night’s coming down soon. We should find a place to set up camp for tonight. I know of a Minute-Man watchtower not too farm from here. ❞

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【🔧】— “Cain’t believe this...” Danielle muttered under her breath, pacing about the castle hallways anxiously. She’d been like this since the Institute had been destroyed by the Minutemen. 

      All that technology that they could have seized, wasted; destroyed in a nuclear blast, never to see the light of day. Perhaps it was the former scribe in her that mourned the loss, but she couldn’t help but think the whole thing had been done far too irrationally.

       “Th’ least y’all coulda done was take some research data fer their farms-- they had to’ve been growin more than just corn down there.” The Texan was muttering to herself. She had also been highly upset that she hadn’t been allowed to go with them-- she would have downloaded and collected what she could if she had.

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   Roadkill knew minutemen were coming. It was bound to happen withi his grand operation of Nuka World. He didn’t quite know who would be sent though. To his surpsie it was a friend, one who almost convinced him to be good natured. A chuckle came from crooked lips as he stood before the captives. His raiders had the touch to bring them to Fizztop Cafe, his headquarters, his home. 

                                                “ Well look who it is! Been a long time. ”

   He spoke almost reminiscencing on the days of association with the minutemen.  He stood before them, machete in hand willing to resort to violent measn despite how foolish it may be. It was obvious he had a trip on power,  arrogant with his new responsibility. King of the raider, on top of the world for all he cared. He was drunk, care;less of ho w an old friend perceived him. 

                            “ So what d’ you have to say for yourself?” Accent thick with a classic southern draw. He had half the nerve to club him to death with a swatter picked up from Diamond City. He knew better than to treat an old friend that way though, he would remain civil for now.

                                                                 “ Any last words? ”

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Nick Valentine hung around Sanctuary for a while yet, just a day or so of helping around with getting the fertilizer set up and filling in blank spots in Preston’s map of potential threats.

But he was watching, too; looking for who was staring back at him and how, and... his conclusions weren’t what he expected. Not enough evidence, the detective in him would say, but he was supposed to be more than just that. 

First thing’s first. He found Jamie before the sun had gone down completely, a cigarette in hand and a somewhat thoughtful, even demure look on his face.

“You got a sec, Mr. Lawson? I... wanted to apologize. You were putting out an olive branch and I gave you the ‘grumpy old bot’ shtick instead of listening. ...It was unbecoming.”