[img]https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/fallout_gamepedia/thumb/6/6e/Fo3_Talon_Company_Insignia_Transparent.png/1200px-Fo3_Talon_Company_Insignia_Transparent.png[/img] [center][h1]Fort Bannister[/h1][/center] Dressed smartly in a pre-war general's overcoat that had been dyed with Talon Company black, Commander Lance Halscomb surveyed the map laid out before him. Talon Company's position had suffered in recent months, and the attack on Fort Bannsiter had been a rude awakening to their true vulnerability, a fact that Jabsco had been completely unwilling to accept. Thankfully Jabsco's laziness had been his undoing, and a well placed Brotherhood gauss round had removed his weakness from the Company forever. Now it was Commander Halscomb's turn to lead the Company back to its previous heights of power and fear in the Capital Wasteland. He had his work cut out for him, since the attack on Fort Bannister, they'd lost three outposts to raider incursions near Fairfax and Alexandria, and a listening post in the D.C. ruins at Georgetown to a super-mutant attack. All personnel were dead or unaccounted for. If any had managed to survive by fleeing, they'd be shot for desertion. Talon Mercs never abandon a position. Thankfully, at least, The Brotherhood was more than distracted with catastrophic issues of their own. The destruction of The Citadel had left them open and vulnerable. The Brotherhood had left Talon alone immediately after their scourge: thinking the Company would inevitable collapse in on itself with Jabsco's death. They thought of Talon as little more than a glorified raider gang. That mistake would cost them dearly. Their failure to capitalize on their victory and destroy Talon utterly allowed Lance the time he needed to gather Talon strength: reorganize the company and gather enough manpower and resources to shore up their position. Now it was time to begin pushing back. With the winter months over, they could begin organized hit and run strikes against Brotherhood caravans and outposts. Before long, they would attack Brotherhood positions directly. Lance, in particular, had his sights set on GNR. Destroying that post utterly would be an excellent way to show The Brotherhood that Talon never forgives or forgets a slight. He'd nail the hands of that damn radio jockey to the doors of the station and shut-up that mouth of his forever. Humiliating the Brotherhood in the process by proving them unable to protect even their most ardent supporters in the Capital Wasteland from here on. Lance ran his finger along the map, considering his next moves carefully. What they needed first was to reestablish an outpost in the D.C. Ruins, from there they could begin attacking Brotherhood positions in and around the area, and perhaps even strike at Rivet City when the time came. Without a port in the storm in D.C., it would be hard to maintain the supplies needed to launch a sustained campaign there. "But where?" Lance muttered to himself as he considered the possibilities. Georgetown was overrun and Dupont was a hotbed of raider activity, it would be difficult to retake and harder to hold either. Takoma was still hosted a small force of his mercs, but it was too far out to be of any substantial strategic importance. Lance's finger fell on a singular location. "The White House," He smiled. The building itself had obviously been nuked to hell in the great war, but the area surrounding it had surprisingly low radiation levels. Mutant activity in the area was even remarkably light. And even better, a Brotherhood outpost had been established right outside the crater. Lightly defended as it was, it would be an excellent place to strike and destroy. Rubbing salt in the wound of the Brotherhood's recent losses. His mind made up, Lance strode out of his quarters and began his mental preparations for ensuring the attack would have enough firepower and supplies to take the position ten times over. Brutal overwhelming force would be the hallmarks of future Talon engagements with their hated Knightly foes. They'd show no mercy, and expect none in return. Talon Company was back. And the Capital Wasteland would learn to fear and respect them once again.