I expect people to be formal when speaking with me. Walker, it’s been too long since I last saw you.”
“Welcome,” the figure sitting at the desk opposite said in his characteristic Tidewater drawl, ruffling a finger through his light brown hair – though he wore civilian suits now, the medals of his military career still covered his chest. He knocked on the oaken door, as a mere matter of courtesy, and opened it, entering a brightly lit office. The history books would comment on the irony that the paranoid measures he took to prevent his demise had prevented him from getting medical assistance. So far as the world knew, “he” had just had an unexpected stroke or heart attack. The last time he had been here, it had been on a mission of what his commanding officer had called a “necessary task” and what less charitable minds would consider political assassination or an outright coup.īut they didn’t – couldn’t, the President had made very clear – know just what John Henry Eden had been planning, or his true nature. On the way out he had accidentally killed the Vault’s Overseer – and he was still considered persona non grata, even though the Vault had recently opened up to the outside world. He was familiar enough with the winding maze of corridors, but the military base reminded him too much of his old home – Vault 101, the bunker where he had spent almost all his life before venturing out into the wasteland after his missing father. Now in an exclusive, ultimate edition, reworked as the officially 'canon' version going forward.
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