Nick's my favorite, really. I'm in the Silver Shroud armor; he's a Film Noir detective...we just jive, y'know?

That .45 revolver of his is right classy, too. Though I have been getting in the habit of giving him something with a little more kick from time to time - y'know, shotguns, that sort of thing.

He's pretty good about using the right weapon for the job, too. Even if he is a bit happy with the grenades and molotovs. And a little reluctant to let me -know- when he's going to use 'em.

So I manage to get into the Boston Public Library because the Mayor's password is terrible. And I'm poking around inside - this is a remarkably well-fortified library! The reasons for which become apparent shortly after, as a bunch of super mutants swarm the building.

So I start opening up with Leadfinger, my trusty .308 that happens to have +25% against super mutants - real handy-like. And I go to head around a corner to hunt down some more that seem to be over on the other side of the building.

And that's when I see Nick, standing on the balcony over the front steps, gloriously blazing away with a minigun, barrels smokin' red hot....

....that I did not give him.

Apparently, when I wasn't looking, Nick went ahead and shot a super mutant and grabbed a minigun all by his lonesome, and proceeded to go full Rambo on the others.

And at that point, he turns to me and says, "I guess that'll be the last time they underestimate us!"

Yes, it will, Nick. Yes, it sure as hell will.