{100}{}{You see a man in a Power Armor.}
{101}{}{You see Lt. Pyre}
{102}{}{You see a tall man hidden in Power Armor. The armor plates are painted in all kinds of gory graffiti.}
{103}{}{You have been kidnapped. It doesn't seem like you'll be able to complete Mr DiAngelo's quest.}
{104}{}{You get 500 Experience Points.}
{105}{}{[continue]}

{200}{}{[The man takes off his helmet and upon you looks an unshaven, scarred face. His bright eyes pierce you through and he states in a low, gravely voice] Who do we have here?}
{201}{}{My name is }
{202}{}{. Can I go now?}
{203}{}{Shouldn't you start by introducing yourself?}
{204}{}{I'm a simple traveller looking for some pre-war equipment.}

{205}{}{I don't think so..., }
{206}{}{. You could tell somebody of our little outpost here and that would be ill-advised, now wouldn't it?}
{207}{}{I'm saving my good manners for the decision whether to kill you or not. You'd prefer it otherwise?}
{208}{}{A simple traveller looking for pre-war equipment, eh? How about a real pre-war bullet in your head, eh? WHO THE FUCK ARE YA?!?!}

{209}{}{I'm not telling anyone, really.}
{210}{}{Well, on second thought... My name is }
{211}{}{. What's yours then?}
{212}{}{Save it for your funeral!}
{213}{}{My name is }
{214}{}{. I've been sent from a nearby town to collect some pre-war stuff like flares, etc. I had no idea you were here, whoever you are. Can I go now?}
{215}{}{This is none of your business. Let me out immediately!}

{216}{}{Your word is not enough for me, I'm afraid. But there are other ways of ensuring your silence...}
{217}{}{Hahahah. I like people with a sense of humour even in a tough situation like this. My men call me Lieutenant Pyre. I tell you what, you've just made my day, so I'm gonna spare your life...}
{218}{}{That goddamn punk makes demands on me! Boys, get a mop and a bucket, there's gonna be some brain to clean off the walls!}

{219}{}{No, wait! I have powerful friends!}
{220}{}{[Run for it]}

{221}{}{What friends?}

{222}{}{Mr DiAngelo. He's pretty mean.}
{223}{}{Sheriff Stern. He would rip your head off with his 10mm pistol... I guess.}
{224}{}{Emilio, the pharmacist. He's like Desperado, but with a magnum instead of a guitar...}
{225}{}{Nielsen. He smells so bad, he'd pop your armor's gas mask and burst it into your head.}

{226}{}{Yeah, well, I'm even meaner than him. Boys! Take him away! We're gonna put him on the next slave transport!}
{227}{}{You guess wrong. Boys! Take him away! We're gonna put him on the next slave transport!}
{228}{}{Nah, you're lying. Such men are no more... Boys! Take him away! We're gonna put him on the next slave transport!}
{229}{}{Emilio? Hmm. Then it must be you... All right, you've saved your butt. But you're not going back to Duston... yet.}
{230}{}{Oh, wee. Indeed, I can smell the stench lingering even here... Boys! Take him away! We're gonna put him on the next slave transport!}
{231}{}{Yeah, well, I'm even meaner than him. Boys! Take her away! We're gonna put her on the next slave transport!}
{232}{}{You guess wrong. Boys! Take her away! We're gonna put her on the next slave transport!}
{233}{}{Oh, wee. Indeed, I can smell the stench lingering even here... Boys! Take her away! We're gonna put her on the next slave transport!}
