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Ran out of information about Issac Walter.

Entered museum of technology. Like Werhund expected, place full of Mutants. Not happy. Werhund doesn't enjoy hostile company. Werhund walks. Door shuts behind him. Place reminds him of vault. It is quiet except for information about the vault. Werhund expects ambush at any moment. Then door opens and Werhund continues. Werhund fights more uglies. Werhund finds virgo II lander. Prys off dish. Carries it outside and walked to Washington monument. So tall it was. Werhund takes elevator to top and places dish and turns on signal. A radio comes to life on table. A song about a man who chops up women comes ont eh radio. Disturbed, Werhund raises hand, turn knob and radio dies. Werhund travels to GNR. Walks through plaza and enters studio. Same two gaurds greet me. I walk upstairs and go in private quarters. This time I know who lives here. I go in. I walk up more stairs. Three Dog sees Werhund and expects a report. Werhund tells him. "I fetched, now where's my treat?"
Three Dog gives the treat. The small morsel that satifys my wants. My dad went to Rivet City. Werhund was a little angry to hear this. He was going to Rivet City to undo the wrong. But I figured, now I know someone there knows about my Dad.

I go to Rivet City but instead found large ship. Did not expect ship to be city. Went inside found a marketplace. I sat down ate some food and went to the top of the ship. There was a hispanic man about to jump off the edge. He claims no one remembers him and no one cares about him. Sad man. His name is Mr. Lopez. It is 3:00 and he is attempting to jump off.
"Hello Mister Lopez."
He turns his head.
"Werhund wants to remind you, that you haven't done anything wrong."
"But how am I to live like a ghost?"
"It's not hard for me. I am a ghost. After this chat you won't know if i was real or just an. Illusion. No one knows my name. No one knows my face behind this mask. But that's because no one realizes. There is no face behind the mask. You must ask yourself. If there is a face behind your mask. Is there really somebody behind this miserable, suicidal man?"