"Well, if it isn't my old friend, the frozen TV dinner. Last time we met, you were cozying up to the peas and apple cobbler."

The voice on the old PA system in Fort Hagen mocked you. It was the voice of Kellogg. The man who shot your spouse and snatched your baby son, Shaun. You spent days tracking him down with the keen nose of your canine companion.

After enduring countless tries from Kellogg to get you to turn back (whether through taunts, intimidation, and lastly trying to sympathize), shooting countless turrets and synths, you made it. You stood outside of a metal door, as Kellogg spoke via the intercoms.

"Okay. You made it." Kellogg's voice boomed, crackled with occasional static, "I'm just up ahead. My synths are standing down. Let's talk."

The door opened, letting you through down a short, concrete hall. Harsh lights met you at the end of the hallway as you entered Fort Hagen's Command Center. Surrounding you were a pack of Gen 1 and Gen 2 synths, and in the middle of them all was the man himself, Conrad Kellogg.

The balding man had a scar over his left eye, his leather jacket squeaking slightly with every movement he made. He held up his hands in a "show" of "surrender".

"There he/she is." Kellogg said matter-of factly, his voice rumbling in his throat, "The most resilient man/woman in the Commonwealth. I figured the Commonwealth would chew you up like jerky, but I was wrong."