"Oh yeah, we're like radroaches. You can shoot a bunch of us but there are always more skittering in the shadows. One leader falls and we elect another and keep going. New HQ, new OpSec procedures, new things to keep us safe until next time when they don't keep us safe anymore."

Deacon moves to the door and taps on the terminal keyboard beside it to open the lock. He hopes he'll be able to breath easier once he's out of this building.

"What we're doing, it matters to the synths we save, but it's really just drops in an ocean-sized problem. Some day we're going to have to take the fight to the Institute if we want to really make a difference. I don't know how we're going to manage that, since they have an impenetrable hidden base, an army of synths, and super advanced tech, but it's good to have a goal."