Franklin motions the others to continue towards the elevator, simply saying
"Go on ahead, I'll take the next one. Got some things to say to the Overseer, but I'm still formulating it. Won't take long, I promise."While his friends retreat to the elevator, Franklin sits in a far too relaxed position, considering the situation, with an entirely inappropriate little half-smile on his face. Once they're in the elevator, he turns off the pipboy radio, and adresses the overseer.
"I gotta say, this is probably the greatest mistake of your life. Driving us away when inside the Vault you could've kept an eye on us, make sure we didn't say or do anything that could jeopardize the vault. I know you know there's more than just a radioactive wasteland filled with barbarians out there, as one of the groups tried to contact you. They're mostly nice guys, but this other group? Apparently, their way of greeting is with a laser blast to the face. And apparently they'd be interested in the locations of active Vaults, perhaps interested enough to pay for a man to live in comfort, even out there? Oh, but we wouldn't do that, we were raised in a good and decent society where we were taught to not betray and backstab our friends and neighbors... Oh.The glare he sends the Overseer is stone cold, and there's a small pause to let the words sink in before he continues.
"Hell, even if we didn't, there's a good chance that some time from now, we'll get so drunk on what passes from alcohol now and bitter as hell, come down here with all the explosives we could muster and blow this entranceway to kingdom come. And as Hondo said, this place's underwater, and if it's one thing water's good at it's wearing things down. This place will
spring a leak again, and with no way out? I hear drowning's a bad way to go...He shrugs, and slowly gets up, subject apparently dropped.
"Well, whatever. We'll have a good, long time to... think things through. And you'll get to spend that time dreading your biggest mistake coming back to bite you in the ass."Franklin flashes the Overseer what would be a smile, but there's far too much teeth involved to be one.
He turns to leave, but as he passes the bags of cement he pauses, reaches down and slowly cuts the palm of his hand on the autoaxe's blade. He takes a moment to smear the blood out over the rest of his hand before pressing it on the bag, leaving a bloody handprint on it. Spoiler: Intimidate result show
"Just a reminder that this was acquired with our blood, sweat and tears. Don't ever forget it."He walks over to the elevator just as it dings, signaling that it has arrived down again. He's feeling sick to his stomach, and is looking forward to getting some fresh air.
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"Ah ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you. The ones topside, they're nice guys, probably will just leave this place and never return. Probably. But if I don't return, they'll either conclude I talked my way back in, leaving them angry and resentful, or that you killed me, leaving them angry and vengeful. Either way, bad news for you. But hey, if you wanna risk it, be my guest. Just one request: You'll be the one who pulls the trigger, not the chief here. You'll have blood on your hands either way, might as well make it literally?" The smile, the body language, it's almost like he's daring them to shoot. Maybe some part of him really doesn't want to leave the Vault permanently, even if it means dying in it? Not a comforting thought, and he's really hoping it won't be his last.