"The people who lived in the tower got what was coming to them. They wouldn't let the ghouls in simply because they were different. You're telling me, if you were dying, and someone wouldn't let you into their home, because your russian, you wouldn't kill them? I know you. You would do worse than kill them. Don't be a hypocrite sergeant." Nate argued.
The sergeant slouched down in his chair and began to play the annoying music that he had played throughout the entire battle. The music echoed throughout the room, playing loudly, if the Brotherhood heard it, their position would be given away all to quickly.
"God damnit, thats enough!" Nate shouted.
He stumbled over to the sergeant, snatched the tape out of his hands, and proceeded to toss it across the room. The holotape smacked into the wall, and the music stopped. The sergeant's hands were still in the position that they were in when he was holding the holotape. He turned towards Nate and looked him in the eyes.