Lt Brockmann nodded at the frank admission of Mordecai and the boys concerning the super mutants. He seemed to show that he believed your account, but perhaps he was just putting on a political face.
"Yes, we will do that." remarked the Enclave Lieutenant on checking out the Lawyers Road.
After a moment of thought, the LT decided he wasn't going to get much more information from you.
"Well, I don't have any more questions. A good day to you."
With the rest of the Enclave soldiers done with their business, the group formed up. The thud-thud of the helo could be heard as it was returning to pick up the squad. You could see the machine approaching a clear spot 100 yards or so from the outpost. After a minute, LT Brockmann now helmeted leads his squad out of the outpost. You have a feeling that it might be the last you have seen of the Lt, especially if the residents of Lawyers Road divulge more than they should.
Now that the soldiers were gone, one of the outpost residents approached you.
The man had long, messy hair and scruffy facial hair. He wore typical wastelander garb and walked with a bit of a limp. He looked to be middle aged. As he neared, the man broke into a wide grin.
"Mordecai! How you been!" He said with a arms wide in greeting, as he shook the scouts hand.
"Oh, were are my manners, " the wasterlander said as he finished greeting the scout.
"I'm Frank Cook, but call me Frankie. The tin men give you any trouble?" he said referring to the recently departed Enclave soldiers.