There's no delay, no subterfuge in this holotape. A man's voice comes on, confident, alert, and tone the crackly rasp of a smoker.
--esting. Testing. There we go. Okay, self-log. Byron's access still works everywhere. Surprised Gibson didn't shut it down after that email last week. Maybe he's been too busy with hellweek to worry about me.
That's fine. Perfectly. Then I can move on my own here.
There's the rattle and rasp of supplies being shifted, then, quieter:
...God, stay safe, Byron. Just... stay by the entrance like I told you. Please, brother. We can get out of here. I just have to--
Static.
This tape unlocks a password in the Lone Wanderer's Pipboy. "Byron's Password: SurgericalSt33l"
no subject
--esting. Testing. There we go. Okay, self-log. Byron's access still works everywhere. Surprised Gibson didn't shut it down after that email last week. Maybe he's been too busy with hellweek to worry about me.
That's fine. Perfectly. Then I can move on my own here.
There's the rattle and rasp of supplies being shifted, then, quieter:
...God, stay safe, Byron. Just... stay by the entrance like I told you. Please, brother. We can get out of here. I just have to--
Static.
This tape unlocks a password in the Lone Wanderer's Pipboy. "Byron's Password: SurgericalSt33l"