It's gone. Megaton...Springvale...wiped out by that goddamned bomb that was just sitting in the center. it happened this afternoon, just around sunset. I was putting together a trail pack to carry goods to rivet city so i could sell them tomorrow - i had planned on trading a cache of refurbished assault rifles to Rivet City Security in exchange for a few bays in the lower decks. I'll better be able to keep out of sight in rivet city, was my reasoning - and besides, i was sick of living next to slaver scum - even with a "non-aggression pact". and now this...
i suppose the old urban myth about Friday the 13th was right..and it's all my fault, i built that goddamned charge for Burke and now he's used it to kill over a hundred people and destroy one of the last 'safe' bastions of civilization in the Capitol.
I've pulled out my power armor and Winchester P-94...I know it seems odd, but it still feels warm; i can remember the crack the missile impact in '68 made in the left pectoral plate. it seems like such a long time ago..but i know in my gut its been far too short a season..

Burke is going to pay for this. No shadow will be safe for him to hide in, if i have to liquify tenpenny tower with high-energy plasma, that's what i'll do. And I'm not going to stop with him; the little cocksucker is going to give me a name, he's going to give me his contacts in the Enclave here in DC, and then i'm going to start my Redemption by introducing his brains to Daylight.