The decrepit high rise above you both creaks and groans with each gust of wind, Danse leading the way in his T-60 power armour. The paladin's ears are pricked to any noise or movement and you can hardly blame him with the reports of super mutant activity on the rise in the area.

"Keep your eyes sharp," He says over his shoulder, your Pip-Boy's flashlight lighting up the long abandoned framework in the metal jungle that is downtown Boston, "Ideally I want us in and out for this mission. You'll get the technical documents, and I'll ensure hostiles are kept at bay. Understood?"