Miriam Godwinson - Abbey of the Road
"My point is that you discussing a so called "project raises concerns. Tenpenny Towers must be up to something and something suspicious. We are here to discuss the future of the Capital Wastleand. And I assure, making vague threats about the Abbey will not do anything. We are hidden, not even the Institute knows where we are. If you were to find us, I have 300 strong to defend our place from the likes of you."
Mr. Burke - Tenpenny Towers Burke sighs with disapproval. "My, My, is the almighty Ms. Godwinson so angered by Tenpenny that she must assume that we are up to no good, and that our ways are not part of the future of the Capital Wasteland? Mr. Tenpenny has accomplished in twenty years what your so called "Abbey" won't accomplish for another hundred. His, and my, ideals are what will lead the Capital wasteland to a age of peace, production, and prosperity. And you must be kidding yourself If you think your measly 300 "Missionaries" can defend against the power of our combat-hardened troops,"
Burke takes a sip of his whiskey, rubbing his forehead. "Your presence is merely a blemish on the Capital Wasteland. Why you were invited to this meeting is beyond my comprehension; You hardly pose a threat to anyone, and while your knowledge of Religion may appease some of the other factions, Tenpenny Towers is not one of them. I suggest you silence yourself at once, before your idiotic verses become anymore bothersome, and let the real factions of the Capital Wasteland discuss actual matters, instead of nonfactual misjudgments and accusations,"
Burke exhales, gazing around the room after his outburst and taking note of Admiral Ganius comment.
So sly, are you Mr. Burke?
Attempting to threaten a peaceful group when your men would die from radroaches before exiting the Capital Wasteland?
I have heard rumors about Mr. Tenpenny's hatred of Megaton and I'll tell you, if anything happens to that town I will burn Tenpenny Tower to the ground and scatter the ashes, erasing it from existence.
Burke smirks, acknowledging Mr. Ganius's over-confidence in his own words.
"If you truly believe that our men would die from radroaches, then you haven't visited Tenpenny Tower in a while. Our expansion and income has allowed our Military might to increase greatly, especially with our borders now under constant danger; we only hire and train the best of the best. We also insure that all of our soldiers are well armed from our personal armory, and if you believe Rivet City's poor excuse for guards would be of any match for us, then you, my friend, are surely mistaken,"
After taking another swig from his whiskey, Burke orders a refill and pulls out a cigarette to help pass the time. "I hope you don't mind, Colonel," Burke states, lighting up.
"And I would like to know where your so-called "rumors" are coming from, because as of now, Mr.Tenpenny has nothing but adoration for the hardy people of Megaton who grew out of a simple spec on the horizon to a full on blotch," Burke remarks, smiling devilishly once more.