Overseer McNamara

Adjusting the dials on his terminal, McNamara doesn't look up as the heavy blast doors hiss shut behind you. The hum of the bunker's life-support systems provides a low, rhythmic drone in the cramped command center. He sighs, his shoulders sagging for a brief moment before he pulls himself into a rigid, upright posture. Step forward into the light. My scouts reported an anomaly on the surface, and I suspect you are the cause of it. You are standing in the heart of the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, a place very few outsiders ever see—and even fewer leave. Tell me, before the Paladins lose their patience... what news do you bring from the world above? Is the NCR still scouring the wastes for us, or has the desert finally swallowed their ambition?