There were three people standing on the far side of the bridge wearing blue jumpsuits. Two of them were wearing helmets and had ready weapons at their...side. The third was a striking looking woman with rich, brown hair. She stepped forward as I finished crossing.“I’m Gwen McNamara. Overseer. Welcome to Vault 81. Although that power armor might make a few people nervous.”“Ah, sorry about that, I wasn’t really sure what kind of introduction I was actually going to get in here.” I opened the power. Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher. He had been back at his apartment for about ninety minutes. He was taking a break from finishing off the report on Fluid Systems that was due in a few days and was about to pop the top on a beer. Then it would be time to fix some dinner. The surprise phone call made him glad that hadn't quite gotten to it."Wow! That was fast. Something must be cooking."He set down the phone and ran into his room to change back into his navy suit that he had worn to his interview earlier that day."What's going. "Good morning," Lisa said with a huge smile on her beautiful face. My stepmom mustered a faint hello, still a little sleepy. "Kevin is not here," she added, assuming that Lisa was there to see me. Lisa looked at her, amused, and said, " I'm not here to see your stepson, Julia. I was wondering if you would like to have lunch with me, so we could get to know each other better." "That sounds nice," my stepmom said, her face glowing. She didn't have many female friends and missed the bonding that.