Sweetheart,
Go back to the vault. This isn’t the world for you. People die around here and you’re obviously not clever enough to get around situations without blowing someone’s head off. I was sorry to hear about Simm’s though. If you hadn’t flown off the handle, poor kid might still have a Daddy. Burke’s an easy man to play. It was a few weeks after the Simm’s incident that I saw him sniffing around Megaton, looking for another sucker to do his dirty work. Instead of pissing it down my leg, I played it cool and coy. I told him that if he blew up the town, it would take lil’ ol’ me with it and that was would be terrible thing for both of us. Batted the baby blues, showed a little leg and Burke was putty in my hands. He’s gone thanks to me and no one else got killed because of it. A few love letters aside, no one’s seen anything of Burke since.

Moira’s playing you for a chump. I hope you know that. I can appreciate science as much as the next gal, but the woman is off her rocker. She’s trying to get you killed. She did the exact same thing to me when I first showed up. I humored her with a bunch of cock and bull stories about the Wastes. I’ve got my own copy “Surviving the Wasteland” dedicated to yours truly if you don’t believe me.

Whores are still people. By the sounds of it, you’re not any better than Burke. Not everyone has a special place outside of the vault. There’s no G.O.A.T out here to tell you what to do. You can’t just go around killing prostitutes because you aren’t clever enough to find a job. For crying out loud, Tiger, Moriarty keeps everything anyone wants to know on that terminal in his back office, you know.

I’m serious, slick. Either straighten up or go crawling back to the Overseer. This place is going to eat you alive and spit you out. There are worse things and people than strung out whore in the Wastes. Just a fair warning.

I’ll be around Rivet City in the next few weeks. Look me up if you’re still alive.

Kisses,
Claudia.