Hank glances back at Abner, but doesn't say anything. He would, if he knew about the nails. But he doesn't. Instead, he turns his attention to Miller again, who seems to be unfazed by Abner's behavior. Not just because of Abner, but because this is what Van Cleef does to people. DePleur just got answers. But Adam? He can do that tenfold, break people down, and rebuild. Not just into obedient dogs, but fully formed Manchurian Candidates.
"Seems like the Enclave puts a lot of faith in you both for you to even be here."
"My father was Enclave, West Coast. My mother was... probably Silicon Valley, I'm not sure." Hence the name. Beyond that, he doesn't expand on his history. It's not important. "But I made enough connections through him that I know how this all works. And Van Cleef has people of his own. He's gotten around. He could be fully Enclave. He could be Brotherhood of Steel. I can't be sure, he constantly obscures his background. Anyway..."
Miller reaches into a drawer and pulls out his appointment book. He flips to the times he and his other associates had meetings that day. And then he holds it out to Hank, without having to be prompted.
"...your reputation proceeds you. I was informed you'd probably be coming and here's what you were probably looking for."
"My reputation, huh?"
"You were top of your class. Brought down one of the biggest chem smuggling operations in the city. Displaced several corrupt council members."
Not that it did a lot of good, is all Hank thinks to himself. But he grunts an acknowledgement as he copies details from the book.
"You sound like a good man, Lt. Anderson. I feel like this place is a difficult one for good men to live in."
"That a recruitment line?" Anderson asks, still looking at what he's writing.
"No. Just an observation," Miller's eyes move behind his glasses, regarding Abner. He says no more than that. Who the hell knows what kind of man he was before the Enclave stripped him of his personality. And Miller's own father? His life ended with a gun to his head. He doesn't expect much better for Anderson, outside of a miracle.
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"Seems like the Enclave puts a lot of faith in you both for you to even be here."
"My father was Enclave, West Coast. My mother was... probably Silicon Valley, I'm not sure." Hence the name. Beyond that, he doesn't expand on his history. It's not important. "But I made enough connections through him that I know how this all works. And Van Cleef has people of his own. He's gotten around. He could be fully Enclave. He could be Brotherhood of Steel. I can't be sure, he constantly obscures his background. Anyway..."
Miller reaches into a drawer and pulls out his appointment book. He flips to the times he and his other associates had meetings that day. And then he holds it out to Hank, without having to be prompted.
"...your reputation proceeds you. I was informed you'd probably be coming and here's what you were probably looking for."
"My reputation, huh?"
"You were top of your class. Brought down one of the biggest chem smuggling operations in the city. Displaced several corrupt council members."
Not that it did a lot of good, is all Hank thinks to himself. But he grunts an acknowledgement as he copies details from the book.
"You sound like a good man, Lt. Anderson. I feel like this place is a difficult one for good men to live in."
"That a recruitment line?" Anderson asks, still looking at what he's writing.
"No. Just an observation," Miller's eyes move behind his glasses, regarding Abner. He says no more than that. Who the hell knows what kind of man he was before the Enclave stripped him of his personality. And Miller's own father? His life ended with a gun to his head. He doesn't expect much better for Anderson, outside of a miracle.