It was a cold winter morning. My power armor did little in the way of the piercing chills but it did block the wind for the most part. The sun has just begun to rise, casting a beautiful glow across the horizon, a sight that almost brings me hope, but I know better. There is no hope in my like of duty.
"We are approaching the settlement sir, the scouts reported no one has left or entered since yesterday evening. The synth is still within it's walls."
"Thank you, Knight-Sergeant. Are the sniper teams in place?"
"Yessir. Ready and waiting."
"Very good. That'll be all, Knight."
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