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She glanced once more at the number written on the page, which is 10,576 caps. Then she closed the ledger for the night, as their job for today was done.
Morning light came slowly over Sanctuary.
The sun rose behind the distant ruins of Boston, painting the sky in soft orange and pale gold as it climbed above the broken skyline. The air was still cool, carrying the faint smell of wood smoke from the chimneys of settlers already awake and starting their day.
Sanctuary had changed a lot over the past months.
What had once been a quiet settlement of a few survivors had grown into something much larger.
Stronger.
More organized.
The streets were no longer empty.
Farmers were already tending to crops along the riverbank.
Children ran between houses laughing while a pair of synth guards kept watch nearby.
Republic soldiers walked patrol routes through the streets with steady discipline.
In the distance, the hospital building stood proudly near the center of the settlement, its white-painted walls reflecting the rising sunlight.
While the Phaurmetical building stood beside it, as the place had become the beating heart of the Republic's medical future.
Which meant it had also become something else.
A target.
Sico knew that.
Everyone who understood the wasteland knew that.
And that was exactly why he had called the meeting.
Inside the Sanctuary command building, the large meeting table was already surrounded.
Sico sat at the head of it, a map of the settlement spread across the wooden surface.
Around him sat the people he trusted most when it came to keeping the Republic safe.
Preston Garvey leaned forward in his chair, the Minutemen general still wearing his familiar long coat and battered hat.
Beside him sat Sarah, the Freemasons Republic's military commander, calm but alert as always.
Across from them was Nick Valentine, the synth detective who had taken charge of the Republic's growing police force.
And leaning against the back of his chair with a toolbox beside him was Sturges, Sanctuary's resident engineer and builder.
The room smelled faintly of coffee.
A kettle sat in the corner, still steaming from the morning boil.
Sico looked around the table before speaking.
"You all saw what happened yesterday."
Preston nodded slowly.
"Word spreads fast in the Commonwealth."
Sarah folded her arms.
"Especially when something valuable shows up."
Nick gave a small dry chuckle.
"Valuable medicine in the wasteland?"
He shook his head slightly.
"That's like dropping a gold bar in the middle of Diamond City."
Sturges scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah… and we all know what happens when raiders hear about gold."
Sico nodded.
"That's exactly why we're here."
He tapped the map on the table.
"The improved stimpaks are already changing things."
Everyone in the room knew it.
Yesterday had proven that beyond any doubt.
Caravans from across the Commonwealth were already traveling to the Republic just to buy the medicine.
Doctors were sending representatives.
Settlements were sending traders.
But the more valuable something became…
The more dangerous it became to own it.
Sico leaned back slightly.
"And that means Sanctuary just became a much bigger target."
For a moment the room remained quiet.
Outside the building, faint sounds of morning activity drifted in through the open window.
Preston finally spoke.
"You think raiders will come after it?"
Sico looked at him.
"I think it's only a matter of time."
Sarah nodded.
"Agreed."
She leaned forward slightly.
"The Brotherhood might be busy right now."
"The Gunners has been destroyed by us and maybe there a few stragglers are scattered."
"But raider gangs?"
She shrugged slightly.
"They're always looking for something valuable to steal."
Nick tapped one metal finger lightly against the table.
"And if they figure out we're producing the medicine here…"
He tilted his head slightly.
"…they won't just want the stimpaks."
Sico finished the thought.
"They'll want the formula."
Sturges let out a low whistle.
"Well that's just great."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Can't exactly hide a whole pharmaceutical factory either."
"No," Sico said.
"But we can protect it."
Preston leaned forward and rested his hands on the table.
"The Minutemen can handle increased patrols."
Sico nodded.
"That's what I wanted to hear."
Preston looked down at the map of Sanctuary and pointed toward several areas along the settlement's outer perimeter.
"We've already got patrol routes running along the main roads."
"But we can double them."
He tapped two areas along the northern road.
"Two-man patrol teams during the day."
"Four-man patrols at night."
Sarah nodded approvingly.
"That would make it much harder for raiders to sneak in unnoticed."
Preston continued.
"And we'll expand the patrol radius outside the settlement."
"How far?" Sico asked.
"Two miles."
Sturges raised his eyebrows.
"That's a lot of ground."
Preston shrugged slightly.
"We've got the manpower now."
And it was true.
Since the formation of the Freemasons Republic, more and more Minutemen had joined their ranks.
People believed in the Republic.
And many of them wanted to protect it.
After Preston finished, Sarah spoke next.
"The outer patrols are important."
"But we also need stronger protection inside Sanctuary itself."
Sico nodded.
"Go on."
She pointed toward two buildings marked on the map.
The hospital.
And the pharmaceutical production building.
"These two locations are the most valuable targets in the entire settlement."
Nick chuckled quietly.
"No argument there."
Sarah continued.
"I want additional soldiers stationed around both buildings at all times."
She traced a circle around the hospital.
"Six guards here."
Then around the pharmaceutical facility.
"Eight here."
Sturges raised a brow.
"Why more around the factory?"
Sarah looked at him.
"Because that's where the formula and production equipment are."
Her voice was calm but firm.
"If someone steals a crate of stimpaks, that's a problem."
"But if someone steals the process used to make them?"
She shook her head.
"That's a disaster."
Sico nodded slowly.
"Agreed."
Sarah continued.
"Rotating guard shifts every four hours."
"Day and night."
"And no one enters the pharmaceutical building without authorization."
Nick smirked slightly.
"Sounds like a fortress."
Sarah met his eyes.
"That's the point."
Nick leaned back in his chair and folded his arms.
"Well, if we're talking about security…"
He tilted his head slightly.
"…the police will do their part too."
Sico looked at him.
"What do you have in mind?"
Nick glanced toward the window, watching settlers walking along the street outside.
"Sanctuary's getting bigger every week."
"And bigger towns attract more than just traders."
He turned back toward the table.
"They attract thieves."
Sturges nodded.
"True enough."
Nick continued.
"I'll increase police patrols throughout the settlement."
He tapped the map near several narrow streets.
"Especially the alleys."
Preston frowned slightly.
"You think someone might try sneaking around inside the town?"
Nick gave a small shrug.
"Wouldn't be the first time."
Then he looked at Sico.
"I'll assign detectives to keep an eye on suspicious newcomers too."
Sarah raised an eyebrow.
"Detectives?"
Nick smirked.
"Hey, we're a proper republic now."
"Can't just rely on soldiers for everything."
Sico smiled slightly.
"That's true."
Nick continued.
"And if anyone tries stealing stimpaks from traders, warehouses, or the hospital…"
His glowing yellow eyes flickered slightly.
"…we'll know about it."
Finally Sturges leaned forward, resting his arms on the table.
"Well…"
He scratched his beard thoughtfully.
"If we're talking defenses, I got a few ideas too."
Sico nodded.
"Let's hear them."
Sturges pointed toward the pharmaceutical building on the map.
"First thing we do is build guard posts."
Sarah nodded.
"That would help."
Sturges continued.
"Two watchtowers around the hospital."
"Three around the pharmaceutical building."
Preston whistled quietly.
"That's a lot of towers."
Sturges grinned slightly.
"Better view of anyone sneaking in."
He tapped another spot on the map.
"And we'll reinforce the perimeter fences around the production facility."
"Stronger gates."
"Spotlights."
Nick chuckled.
"Spotlights?"
Sturges shrugged.
"Raiders hate bright lights."
Sarah smiled faintly.
"Most criminals do."
Sturges leaned back again.
"And if anyone still tries sneaking in…"
He tapped his toolbox.
"…I might have a few surprises ready."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"Define surprises."
Sturges grinned.
"Let's just say I've been working on a few automated turret designs."
Preston laughed.
"Now that sounds useful."
After everyone finished explaining their plans, the room fell quiet for a moment.
Sico looked down at the map of Sanctuary.
In the past year, the settlement had transformed from a small refugee town into the center of something much larger.
A republic.
An economy.
Now…
A medical power.
And with that came responsibility.
And danger.
Sico finally spoke again.
"Everything you've all suggested…"
He looked around the table.
"…we're doing it."
Preston nodded firmly.
"The Minutemen will start new patrol rotations today."
Sarah spoke next.
"I'll reassign soldiers to the hospital and pharmaceutical facility immediately."
Nick nodded as well.
"I'll brief the police department and increase patrol coverage."
Sturges grinned.
"And I'll start building those watchtowers."
Sico allowed himself a small smile.
"Good."
He leaned back slightly.
"Because if people are going to trust the Republic with their lives…"
He glanced toward the direction of Curie's laboratory at the hospital.
"…then we need to make sure the people making that medicine are protected."
Outside the meeting room window, the machines inside the pharmaceutical building were already running.
Producing another batch of improved stimpaks.
Outside the meeting room window, the machines inside the pharmaceutical building were already running.
Producing another batch of improved stimpaks.
The faint mechanical hum carried across the courtyard like a steady heartbeat, constant and reassuring. It was the sound of progress that something the Commonwealth had not heard often in the past two centuries.
Inside the command building, however, the meeting had reached its natural end.
Plans had been made.
Decisions had been taken.
Now there was only one thing left to do.
Act.
Sico pushed his chair back slightly and stood up.
The legs scraped lightly against the wooden floor, breaking the quiet moment in the room.
"Well," he said calmly, resting his hands on the table for a second as he looked at everyone gathered around it.
"No point talking about it all day."
Preston smiled faintly and stood up as well.
"Agreed."
Sarah rose next, already mentally organizing the deployment of soldiers in her head.
Nick straightened his coat and grabbed his hat from the edge of the table.
And Sturges picked up his toolbox with a quiet metallic clink.
Everyone in the room understood the same thing without needing to say it out loud.
The sooner they started.
The safer Sanctuary would be.
The group stepped outside the command building together.
Morning had now fully arrived.
The golden sunlight spread across Sanctuary's streets, illuminating the wooden walkways and patched asphalt roads. Settlers were moving about their daily routines, unaware that a new layer of security for their home was already being put into motion.
A few people glanced toward Sico and the others as they emerged from the building.
Word had spread that the Republic leadership had been holding a meeting that morning.
But nobody stopped them.
Everyone trusted that whatever the leaders were doing.
It was for the good of the settlement.
Preston paused on the wooden steps outside the building.
He adjusted his hat slightly and scanned the streets.
A group of Freemasons soldiers were already walking their patrol route past the nearby houses.
He raised a hand and called out.
"Sergeant!"
One of the soldiers turned immediately.
"Yes, General?"
Preston gestured for him to come closer.
The soldier jogged over quickly.
"We're updating patrol routes," Preston said. "Effective immediately."
The soldier nodded, already focused.
Preston continued.
"I want double patrols on the outer perimeter."
The soldier's eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Double?"
"Yes."
Preston pointed toward the road leading north out of Sanctuary.
"Two-man patrols during the day."
"Four-man teams at night."
The soldier nodded again.
"Understood."
Preston added one more instruction.
"Expand the patrol radius."
"How far, sir?"
"Two miles."
The soldier blinked, clearly surprised by the distance.
But he didn't question it.
"Yes, General."
"Good."
Preston gave him a firm nod.
"Spread the word to the rest of the patrol teams."
The soldier turned and hurried down the street, already calling for other Freemasons soldiers nearby.
Within minutes, orders were spreading across the settlement.
Sarah didn't waste any time either.
She turned toward a pair of Republic soldiers standing guard near the hospital courtyard.
"Corporal."
Both soldiers snapped to attention immediately.
"Yes, Commander."
Sarah walked toward them with calm authority.
"I'm increasing security around the hospital and pharmaceutical building."
The corporal nodded.
"How many guards do you want posted, ma'am?"
"Six around the hospital."
She gestured toward the white building where Curie and her assistants were already working inside.
"And eight around the pharmaceutical facility."
The corporal looked toward the factory building across the courtyard.
"Rotating shifts?"
"Yes."
"Every four hours."
"Day and night."
The soldiers exchanged a quick glance.
Then nodded.
"Yes, ma'am."
Sarah added one more instruction.
"No unauthorized entry into the pharmaceutical building."
"Only approved personnel."
The corporal's expression hardened slightly.
"Understood."
Within moments the two soldiers were already moving off to gather the additional guards needed.
More Republic troops soon began appearing around the hospital courtyard.
Rifles slung over their shoulders.
Eyes alert.
Watching everything.
Nick Valentine stood beside Sico for a moment, watching the soldiers begin their work.
Then he adjusted his hat and let out a quiet hum.
"Well," he said.
"Looks like everyone else is getting busy."
Sico glanced at him.
"You heading back to the station?"
Nick nodded.
"Got a police force to brief."
He started walking down the street toward the small building that served as Sanctuary's police headquarters.
Sico walked beside him for a short distance.
The two passed a few settlers carrying baskets of vegetables from the farms.
One of them waved at Nick.
"Morning, detective."
Nick tipped his hat politely.
"Morning."
As they reached the intersection near the police building, Nick stopped and turned back toward Sico.
"I'll make sure officers keep an eye on the alleys," he said.
"Especially near the trade district."
Sico nodded.
"Good."
Nick continued.
"And I'll assign a couple detectives to monitor newcomers."
He smirked slightly.
"Anyone acting suspicious will get a friendly conversation."
Sico chuckled.
"I'm sure they'll appreciate that."
Nick grinned faintly.
"Most don't."
Then he tipped his hat again and stepped inside the police station.
Through the open door, Sico could already hear Nick's voice echoing through the room.
"Alright boys, gather up! We've got some new patrol assignments!"
The Republic police force was small compared to the army.
But they were sharp.
And Nick made sure of that.
Meanwhile, Sturges headed straight toward the hospital courtyard.
His toolbox clanged softly with each step.
When he reached the open space between the hospital and the pharmaceutical building, he paused and looked around.
Workers moved in and out of the hospital entrance.
A few assistants carried crates toward the pharmaceutical building.
Republic soldiers were already taking up new guard positions around both structures.
Sturges grinned slightly.
"Yeah," he muttered to himself.
"Gonna need some towers here."
He walked toward the edge of the courtyard and crouched down, pulling a small notebook from his pocket.
With a pencil, he quickly sketched a rough layout of the area.
Two watchtowers near the hospital.
Three near the pharmaceutical building.
Each positioned where guards would have clear sightlines across the settlement.
After a minute, he stood up and looked toward a group of settlers repairing a nearby fence.
"Hey!"
One of them looked up.
"Yeah?"
Sturges waved them over.
"Got a construction job for you folks."
The settlers approached curiously.
"What kind of job?"
Sturges held up his sketch.
"We're building watchtowers."
That immediately caught their interest.
"For defense?"
"Yep."
The settlers exchanged looks.
Nobody in Sanctuary complained about better defenses.
One of them nodded.
"Alright."
"What do you need?"
Sturges grinned.
"Wood."
"Steel."
"And a whole lotta nails."
The settlers laughed.
"Sounds doable."
Sturges clapped his hands once.
"Then let's get started."
Within an hour, Sanctuary had transformed into a place of organized activity.
Freemasons patrols marched out through the northern road.
Four soldiers moving together instead of two.
Republic guards positioned themselves around the hospital entrances.
Two at the front doors.
Two at the side.
Two at the rear loading area.
At the pharmaceutical building, even more guards took up position.
Watching the doors.
Watching the windows.
Watching anyone who approached.
Inside the building, Curie barely noticed.
She was far too focused on her work.
Machines continued processing chemical batches.
Glass tubes bubbled softly with blue liquid.
Assistants carefully measured compounds.
Another batch of improved stimpaks was already nearing completion.
Outside, Sturges' construction crew began raising the first watchtower.
Wooden beams were carried into place.
Metal brackets hammered into position.
The steady sound of tools echoed through the courtyard.
Clang.
Clack.
Thunk.
Nearby settlers paused occasionally to watch the structure slowly rise above the rooftops.
A few children sat on a fence and watched the work like it was entertainment.
One boy pointed excitedly.
"That tower's gonna be taller than the houses!"
His friend nodded.
"Guards can see everything from up there."
And that was exactly the point.
Beyond the settlement walls, the new patrol routes were already active.
Preston rode out with one of the Freemasons squads along the northern road.
The group moved carefully through the old cracked pavement and scattered ruins that surrounded Sanctuary.
The Commonwealth landscape stretched out around them.
Broken houses.
Collapsed power lines.
Overgrown roads.
Danger could hide anywhere.
Preston stopped his horse near a small hill overlooking the road.
"Alright," he said.
"This is about two miles out."
The soldiers spread out slightly, scanning the area.
One of them nodded.
"Good vantage point."
Preston looked back toward the distant rooftops of Sanctuary barely visible on the horizon.
"Exactly."
He pointed toward the road.
"This becomes the new patrol boundary."
One soldier asked quietly.
"You expecting trouble, General?"
Preston shook his head slightly.
"Not today."
He looked toward Sanctuary again.
"But when word spreads about the stimpaks…"
His voice trailed off.
The soldier nodded.
"Better safe than sorry."
Preston gave a small smile.
"Exactly."
Back in the settlement, the first watchtower was already halfway finished.
Sturges climbed the wooden frame to inspect the structure.
"Solid," he said approvingly.
One of the workers below looked up.
"Think it'll hold?"
Sturges laughed.
"Buddy, this thing could probably hold a Deathclaw."
The workers laughed.
Nearby, Republic soldiers watched the construction while maintaining their guard posts.
One of them leaned slightly toward another.
"Sanctuary's starting to look like a fortress."
His partner nodded.
"Good."
Because in the Commonwealth.
A strong town survived.
A weak town didn't.
By late afternoon, the changes were already visible.
New patrol routes were active.
Additional guards stood watch around the medical buildings.
Police officers walked the settlement streets more frequently.
And the first watchtower stood proudly above the hospital courtyard.
From its platform, a guard could see nearly the entire settlement.
The river.
The roads.
The rooftops.
The trade district.
It wasn't just a tower.
It was a warning.
Sanctuary was protected.
As the sun slowly began lowering again toward the horizon, Sico stood near the command building and looked out across the settlement.
He watched Freemasons patrols moving through the streets.
He saw Republic soldiers guarding the hospital.
He saw settlers helping Sturges raise another watchtower beam.
And in the distance.
The pharmaceutical building continued producing medicine.
The machines inside hummed steadily.
Batch after batch.
Life-saving medicine for the Commonwealth.
Sico folded his arms quietly.
The Republic had built something powerful.
Not just an army.
Not just a government.
But hope.
And hope was worth protecting.
Behind him, the sounds of Sanctuary continued from hammers striking wood, soldiers calling out patrol changes, settlers talking and laughing.
The sounds of Sanctuary slowly softened as the sun dipped below the horizon.
Hammers struck their final nails for the evening.
Patrol teams rotated shifts.
Lanterns were lit along the main street.
And inside the pharmaceutical building, Curie and her assistants carefully finished another production cycle before finally shutting down several of the machines for the night.
By the time darkness settled fully over the settlement, Sanctuary looked very different than it had the day before.
Guards stood on elevated platforms.
New patrol routes stretched far beyond the settlement roads.
Police officers walked the streets more often.
And even the settlers themselves seemed more aware of the quiet transformation happening around them.
No one complained.
In the Commonwealth, people slept easier when defenses were stronger.
And Sanctuary was quickly becoming one of the safest places anyone could imagine living.
Morning came quietly again.
The first rays of sunlight crept slowly across the roofs of Sanctuary, turning dew on the grass into tiny sparks of gold.
Birds, the few that still lived in the Commonwealth that chirped from the trees near the river.
Smoke drifted lazily from a few chimneys as settlers began cooking breakfast.
And once again, the distant hum of machinery from the pharmaceutical building began echoing across the courtyard.
Another production day had started.
Sico stepped out of his house just as the morning air still held that cool freshness before the sun fully warmed the settlement.
He paused on the porch for a moment, stretching slightly as he looked toward the center of Sanctuary.
Even from here, he could already see movement.
Lots of it.
The hospital courtyard was busy.
Very busy.
He walked down the wooden steps slowly, boots creaking lightly against the worn boards.
As he stepped onto the road, a pair of Freemasons soldiers walked past on patrol, rifles slung neatly across their shoulders.
They nodded respectfully.
"Morning, President."
Sico returned the nod.
"Morning."
He continued walking toward the hospital district, hands resting casually in the pockets of his coat.
As he approached the center of Sanctuary, the scale of the work happening there became clear.
Sturges and his construction crew were already hard at work again.
And they hadn't slowed down overnight.
The hospital courtyard had turned into something resembling a construction site.
Wood beams leaned against stacked crates.
Steel panels were laid out on the ground waiting to be installed.
Worktables had been set up nearby where settlers cut planks and hammered together reinforced frames.
And rising above everything.
The watchtowers.
The first tower built yesterday stood proudly near the hospital entrance.
A Republic soldier was already standing on its platform, binoculars raised as he scanned the settlement perimeter.
But now there were more towers taking shape.
Another tower frame stood halfway constructed near the pharmaceutical building.
Two settlers balanced carefully on ladders while securing cross beams into place.
Below them, Sturges stood with a measuring tape and pencil tucked behind his ear.
He looked up at the workers and called out.
"Hold that beam steady!"
One of the men above replied.
"Got it!"
"Alright," Sturges continued, squinting at the measurement marks.
"Move it three inches to the left!"
The beam shifted slightly.
"Perfect!"
He scribbled something in his notebook.
"Bolt it down!"
The workers began tightening large metal bolts into place.
The sharp metallic sound echoed through the courtyard.
Nearby, another group of settlers was installing reinforced fencing around the pharmaceutical building.
The new fence wasn't just scrap metal patched together like the old wasteland barricades.
It was solid.
Thick steel panels reinforced with vertical supports.
Designed to slow down anything that tried forcing its way through.
Sico stopped near the edge of the courtyard and simply watched for a moment.
The place was alive with purpose.
Workers carrying supplies.
Guards watching the perimeter.
Doctors and assistants moving between the hospital and the pharmaceutical building.
And through it all…
The constant hum of machines inside the production facility.
Another batch of stimpaks was already underway.
Sturges finally noticed Sico standing nearby.
He wiped his hands on his work shirt and walked over, grinning slightly.
"Well hey there."
"Morning, boss."
Sico smiled faintly.
"Looks like you've been busy."
Sturges chuckled.
"You could say that."
He gestured around the courtyard.
"Told you we were gonna build some towers."
Sico glanced up at the nearly finished structure beside the pharmaceutical building.
"How many are up now?"
"First one's finished," Sturges said, pointing toward the hospital tower.
"Second one's about halfway."
He then gestured toward another pile of lumber nearby.
"And we're starting the third one in about an hour."
Sico nodded approvingly.
"And the fence?"
Sturges turned slightly to look at the workers installing steel panels.
"Reinforced perimeter around the pharmaceutical building."
"Stronger gates too."
He lowered his voice slightly with a mischievous grin.
"And I've got those automated turrets almost ready."
Sico raised an eyebrow.
"Already?"
Sturges shrugged casually.
"Been tinkering with them all night."
He tapped the side of his head.
"Had the designs in here for a while."
Sico stepped further into the courtyard and looked up at the finished watchtower.
The guard standing above shifted slightly and spotted him.
He raised a hand in greeting.
"Morning, sir!"
"Morning," Sico replied.
From that height, the soldier had a clear view over the rooftops of Sanctuary.
Beyond the houses.
Beyond the farms.
Beyond the roads leading into the settlement.
Sico could immediately see the advantage.
Any approaching threat would be spotted long before it reached the center of town.
Nearby, another Republic soldier approached carrying a crate of ammunition.
He paused near the base of the tower.
"Never thought I'd be standing guard on a tower in Sanctuary."
His partner chuckled.
"Better view than walking patrol."
The first soldier grinned.
"Yeah."
He looked around the courtyard.
"This place is starting to feel like a real fortress."
Through the open hospital doors, activity was just as intense.
Doctors moved between patient beds.
Assistants prepared medical equipment.
Curie herself walked through the room with a clipboard, speaking rapidly with one of her research assistants.
"Non, non," she said in her cheerful accent.
"The mixture ratio must remain exact."
The assistant nodded quickly.
"Yes, Doctor."
Curie noticed Sico standing in the doorway and smiled warmly.
"Ah! Good morning!"
Sico stepped inside briefly.
"Morning, Curie."
She gestured toward the windows where construction noise echoed faintly from outside.
"I see our defenses are becoming, how you say… impressive."
Sico chuckled.
"That's the plan."
Curie nodded approvingly.
"Very wise."
Then she held up the clipboard.
"Production continues smoothly."
"Another batch will be finished shortly."
Sico nodded.
"Good."
Then he stepped back outside again, letting Curie return to her work.
Next door, the pharmaceutical building was even busier.
The reinforced fence around it was already halfway completed.
Workers carefully welded metal joints together while guards kept watch.
At the main entrance, two Republic soldiers checked the identification of every worker entering the facility.
One assistant approached the door carrying a crate of glass vials.
The guard raised a hand.
"Hold up."
The assistant handed over a small authorization card.
The soldier checked it quickly before stepping aside.
"You're clear."
Security had already become much stricter.
Exactly as Sarah had ordered.
Inside the building, the machines continued running.
Glass tubes bubbled.
Chemical mixers rotated slowly.
Assistants carefully filled stimpak syringes with glowing blue liquid.
Each finished unit was placed carefully into padded crates.
And each crate was logged and recorded, as the medicine was too valuable to risk losing even a single one.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
S: 8,44
P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills
• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint.
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