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

"I was born in Megaton", Steve replied, "But grew up in Rivet City. Was in a caravan with my dad...but our little caravan stumbled into the middle of a fight between the Brotherhood, or at least the ones calling themselves Outcasts back then, and the Enclave near the Ft Detrick crater....God only knows what they wanted there, the Chinese hit whatever the pace was so hard that even ghouls can't go in that crater without turning feral. Dad didn't make it out, and we lost the cargo so the caravan went bust. I had nothing keeping me in the Capital Wasteland anymore, so I went down to Baltimore and used my experience on repair crews in Rivet City and signed onto a ship...been at it ever since.”

James shook his head ruefully. “I’m sorry. Something very similar happened to me when I was a child in the Capital Wasteland. Only it was raiders before the Brotherhood or the Enclave were really around.”

Then they continued to work on the device. Steve sent Corrine away to find a HAM radio, while Steve disassembled the device. He wanted to tell Steve to keep Corrine close, to never let any petty thing drive them apart, or give him some advice he learned. The younger man reminded him of his younger self. But they needed to focus on the task at hand. It didn’t take them long to figure out what the problem was: the switch was broken.

"We need a replacement for this, James", Steve said as he showed him the switch. "it's broken but any switch about this size will work in it's place. Other than that it should still work....at least as long as it doesn't take another blow like that one again."

Steve then began rummaging around in the various bins and boxes on Corrine's shelf, and gestured for James to join him. He bent down and began digging through a nearly rotten cardboard box full of junk. It seemed to be filled with electronic components only partly taken apart, as if the scavver had been forced to stop before they were done. He made sure to put things back neatly when he was done, mindful of the junk’s possible value and Corrine’s ownership of it. Other Brotherhood soldiers might try to find dangerous tech in the box, he thought as he dug. Maybe he wasn’t much of a Brotherhood soldier anymore.

"I forgot to ask", Steve said, "What frequency is this device set to detect?" 

“Military Frequency AF47”, he replied without looking up. Under a toaster chassis, he had found a switch similar to the one they needed to replace. Only there was a chunk of plastic still attached to it. He held it up for Steve to see. “Would this work?”

It was a little while later when Corrine came back with a HAM radio. "I'm back," she called into the shop, placing the radio onto the counter.  "How're you makin' out, in here?  Can I help?"

“We might just have gotten a working switch.” He looked to Steve to respond to needing help or not.