You're in Old Mormon Fort, regional headquarters of the Followers of the Apocalypse. As you can very well smell and see, we take care of Freeside's destitute here, meaning we have our hands full.

{Impatient}Ezekiel's who you want for a history lesson. Me, I'm focused on more “mundane” affairs such as keeping us vested with enough supplies to maintain basic operations.

Everyone here's growing weary of the Co-op's shit. If you guys are looking to start something, don't come crying to us for help when it inevitably blows up in your face.