[color=ed1c24][u][b]James Gregor Castner[/b][/u][/color]

"Aye you could say that," He replied sternly, "We found a man drowned in the wat....ah hell, who gives a shit. Someone gutted that newcomer like a trout. One of the two you and Corrine found up at Acadia. Slit his throat and tossed him in the sea. The other one, the woman, is going on about people not being real-people or some mainland nonsense. Institute this, Synth that. Whatever. I'm going to go lie down..." 

So a man was dead. And the Institute and synths were involved. This town’s problems kept building up by the second. He’d read the reports about the Institute: scientists spewing scientific horrors like robotic imitations of people onto the Commonwealth for the sake of it. No accountability, no oversight. He hadn’t exactly agreed with Maxson’s crusader plan, but he believed they had to be stopped.

Once old Longfellow had wandered off the other James turned back to him “Considering the Brotherhood just invaded the Commonwealth, I’m gonna assume you know what the Institute and synths are.”  

“I do. A base full of scientists creating whatever dangerous tech they want. And synths are fake men.” 

“Well what you may not have heard is that the Brotherhood isn’t the only one fighting back. Bishop and Rose belonged to a group called the Railroad; except they wish to free synths instead of destroy them... I sorta work or worked I guess for them as well but...let’s just say my role required that I wasn't publically an official Member.”  

“I’ve heard some reports and there was a branch in the Capital Wasteland I ran into once. Don’t seem like bad folk, though my old comrades might disagree. Some synths are just workers who want freedom from what I’ve heard. I could understand that.”

“Needless say but freeing synths and interrupting Institute operations doesn't exactly get you well liked by the Institute and with railroad lacking the Powered armour army the brotherhood have they are easily eliminated once the Institute discovers the cell or in this case the counting mission.”

He simply nodded at that. It made sense that an underground organization like that could get wiped out if an enemy like the Institute came knocking.

“When we first met Bishop and Rose they said the atom fruitcakes and their mind control beasts  tore apart their squad as they went up to the observatory but me Connie didn’t encounter any Atom members until we reached the top and they made it quite clear they could have attack us anytime....“

“That’s strange. Most mutant cult types are more bloodthirsty. I’ve got a few ideas how we can fight back.” He was already imagining the wonders he could do in his power armor and Cracker.

The other James nodded towards the Gun store, needing to prepare before the Atom attack. He began to walk and talk with the other James  “Rose is the last railroad agent so if the institute courser wanted her dead they’d just shoot her and leave.... they have no reason to stick around and probably have their own method transportation of the island.”
“How the Institute moves was still a mystery to us before I was dropped here. It has to be something unconventional.”, he thought for second, scratching his beard. “Maybe it wasn’t the Institute who killed Bishop? Perhaps some islander fed up with outsiders like Longfellow just was?”

“Institute Courser are about as deadly as your Brotherhood Paladins and frequently use stealth boys... You may not like the idea but only way we are going to have a chance to beat the bastard is to catch them in the act.."

He shrugged. “Unless the Institute has somehow advanced stealth boy technology, then it shouldn’t be a perfect disguise. He’ll have a hideout somewhere, maybe out of town. If it is an Institute Courser that is. It seems like a Courser would have killed them before you even found them in Acadia.”

They then entered the gun-store just as an islander woman asked a man about something “ "Secondly", the man continued. He looked oddly familiar, "Back in the Last Plank, Rose said something about meeting a "Enclave Bastard".....any idea who she meant by that?"

“She was referring to me.” the other James replied as they stood in the doorway of the gun shop, his Overcoat still open and his battle damaged enclave officer suit clearly visible to both people. 

It was silent for a few moments. James stood there awkwardly, feeling at the drama the other James had created out of his background. Then again, he had provoked the same sort of drama earlier hadn’t he?

The woman grit her teeth.  "What the hell is the meaning of this?  You just put yerself into any conversation you want?"  She shook her head and pointed a finger at the other James, accusingly.  "Well, he ain't lyin'.  Up in Acadia, he flat out told Bishop and Rose he was 'Enclave'."  She paused for a moment "Didn't mean much to me, but now that I think about it, Bishop and Rose weren't too happy about it."

The Enclaver and the woman bickered some, and said something about a boiling water scheme, which sounded like a clever plan. He didn’t quite understand, but he did understand he was tired of being a third wheel to these islanders and some Enclaver. After they were done talking, he spoke up. “I have my own plan to help out. I was in a Brotherhood of Steel vertibird on the way over here when it crashed somewhere on the island. It’s got good gear on it: power armor, heavy weapons, ammunition, and the armor plating could be salvaged from it”, he looked over at the man who hadn’t yet spoken. It looked like he had just finished doing some serious gun maintenance. “I have a device that can locate the downed vertibird, but it broke when I… fell out of the bird mid air.”, he held out the transmitter device to the man. “Think you can fix it? Also what are your names? I’m James Gregor Castner, former Paladin of the Brotherhood of Steel”.