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Somewhere in the distance, a faint metallic clink echoed through the fog.
The metallic clink didn't echo again.
But the silence that followed felt worse.
Heavier.
Like the entire forest had suddenly leaned in closer to listen.
Longfellow's grip tightened on his rifle.
"Don't move too fast," he muttered. "That's how they get you."
Nick's revolver was already in his hand now, his posture no longer relaxed. His eyes moved slowly through the fog, trying to pick out shapes that didn't belong.
"Yeah," he said under his breath. "Because this visibility is just fantastic."
Sico didn't speak.
But his stance had shifted.
Subtle.
Controlled.
Ready.
Behind them, the four power armor soldiers spread out slightly, forming a protective perimeter. Their heavy boots pressed into the damp earth with low, steady weight, but even they seemed… quieter now.
More cautious.
The fog pressed in around them.
And then.
SNAP.
A wire tightened somewhere to their left.
Longfellow reacted instantly.
"DOWN!"
A crude explosive trap detonated a split second later.
BOOM.
The blast tore through the fog with a violent shockwave, dirt and splintered wood exploding outward in a wide arc. The sound slammed into their ears, echoing through the trees.
Nick hit the ground hard.
"Yep, definitely not friendly!"
Shrapnel pinged harmlessly off one of the power armor units, the metal plates absorbing the impact with a dull, heavy clang.
Sico didn't fall.
He stepped forward instead.
"Contact confirmed."
And then the forest came alive.
Figures moved inside the fog.
Fast.
Unpredictable.
Shadows turning into men.
Trappers.
They came from multiple directions at once.
Ragged clothing.
Patchwork armor.
Faces hidden behind makeshift masks or smeared with grime and ash.
Weapons raised.
Pipe rifles.
Rusty blades.
Improvised spears.
There were nearly ten of them.
And they attacked without hesitation.
"Kill 'em!" one of them screamed from somewhere in the fog.
Gunfire erupted.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
Bullets tore through the mist.
Nick rolled behind a fallen tree trunk just as a shot snapped past his head.
"Okay!" he shouted. "That's rude!"
One of the power armor soldiers stepped forward, raising his weapon.
"Engaging hostiles."
The minigun on his hand spun up with a rising mechanical whine.
Then.
BRRRRRRRRRRT.
A wall of bullets shredded through the fog ahead.
Branches snapped.
Leaves exploded.
One of the Trappers screamed as the rounds tore through him, his body thrown backward into the trees.
But the fog made everything uncertain.
Shapes flickered.
Targets appeared and disappeared within seconds.
Longfellow fired his rifle.
CRACK.
Another Trapper dropped.
But more were moving.
Circling.
Flanking.
"They're spreading out!" Nick shouted.
"I can't see half of them!"
Sico stepped forward again.
Calm.
Focused.
"Hold formation."
Another trap triggered, a spiked log swung out of the fog toward one of the power armor soldiers.
THUD.
It slammed into his shoulder with a heavy impact.
The armor held.
But the force pushed him half a step sideways.
"Minimal damage," the operator reported.
"Continuing engagement."
Nick popped up from behind the log and fired twice.
BANG. BANG.
A shadow in the fog dropped.
"Got one!"
Then he ducked again as return fire cracked past him.
"Still hate this visibility!"
One of the Trappers rushed in from the right.
Close.
Too close.
Screaming.
A crude machete raised high.
Longfellow reacted instantly.
He swung his rifle like a club.
CRACK.
The butt of the weapon slammed into the attacker's face, dropping him hard into the dirt.
"Stay sharp!" Longfellow barked.
"They don't fight clean!"
Another Trapper lunged toward Sico from the left.
A jagged blade in his hand.
Wild.
Desperate.
Sico moved just enough.
The blade missed.
Then.
A single, precise strike.
Fast.
Controlled.
The attacker dropped without a sound.
Nick glanced over briefly.
"…Okay."
"Remind me not to get on your bad side."
The fog shifted again.
And suddenly, three more figures burst through it.
One of them fired wildly.
Bullets sparked off the power armor.
Another threw something, a crude Molotov.
It shattered against the ground near one of the soldiers.
Fire flared briefly.
Then died quickly in the damp air.
The power armor operator stepped through it without hesitation.
"Advancing."
He grabbed one of the attackers with one hand.
Lifted him.
And threw him aside like he weighed nothing.
Nick winced.
"Yeah… definitely walking tanks."
But the fight wasn't easy.
Not even with the armor.
The fog was the real enemy.
It swallowed distance.
Distorted sound.
Turned every shadow into a threat.
Every movement into uncertainty.
Longfellow fired again.
CRACK.
Missed.
"Damn fog—"
A shot rang out from somewhere behind them.
One of the power armor soldiers turned just in time.
The bullet struck his chest plate.
Deflected.
"Contact rear!"
They were being surrounded.
Sico spoke clearly.
"Tighten formation."
The soldiers moved immediately.
Four armored figures forming a rough defensive square around Sico, Nick, and Longfellow.
Minigun fire resumed.
BRRRRRRT.
Another Trapper screamed.
But still, they kept coming.
Desperate.
Relentless.
Driven by something broken inside them.
Nick fired again.
BANG.
"Why is it always the crazy ones with the traps?!"
Longfellow reloaded quickly.
"Because sane people don't live out here!"
Another Trapper rushed straight at the formation.
Laughing.
Actually laughing.
Before he even got close, a burst from a combat rifle dropped him mid-stride.
Silence followed.
Not complete silence.
But close.
The gunfire stopped.
The movement in the fog slowed.
Then nothing.
The forest held its breath again.
Nick stayed crouched for a few seconds longer.
Revolver still raised.
"…We done?"
No answer.
Longfellow scanned the trees carefully.
"Wait."
They waited.
The fog drifted slowly.
Minutes passed.
No more movement.
No more attacks.
Finally, Longfellow lowered his rifle slightly.
"They're gone."
Nick exhaled.
"Great."
He stood up slowly, brushing dirt off his coat.
"I officially hate this island."
Around them, the aftermath began to take shape.
Bodies lay scattered in the underbrush.
Some barely visible through the fog.
Others half-hidden behind rocks and trees.
The Trappers had hit hard.
Fast.
And then vanished just as quickly.
One of the power armor soldiers stepped forward.
"All hostiles neutralized or retreated."
Another added,
"No damage to units."
Sico nodded once.
"Status acceptable."
Nick looked around.
"Acceptable?"
"We just got ambushed by ten cannibal lunatics in a haunted forest."
Longfellow gave a dry chuckle.
"That was a small group."
Nick stared at him.
"…You're kidding."
"Nope."
He slung his rifle back over his shoulder.
"Welcome to the island."
Nick rubbed his face.
"I miss Boston."
Sico looked toward the path ahead.
The fog still waited there.
Unchanged.
Unbothered.
"We continue."
Nick sighed.
"Of course we do."
Longfellow nodded once.
"Stay close."
He started walking again.
Like nothing had happened.
The others followed.
The power armor soldiers fell back into formation behind them.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
It echoed through the fog as they moved away from the site of the ambush, leaving behind broken branches, scattered bodies, and the faint metallic smell of spent gunpowder hanging in the damp air.
For a while, no one spoke.
Not even Nick.
That alone said something.
The forest seemed quieter again, but not in a comforting way. The kind of quiet that felt like it was listening. Watching. Waiting for the next mistake.
Longfellow walked ahead like before, though now his rifle stayed in his hands instead of slung over his shoulder. His posture had shifted that subtle, but noticeable.
More alert.
More tense.
Nick finally broke the silence after a few minutes.
"Well," he muttered, glancing back once at the fog they'd just come through, "that was a delightful little welcome party."
Longfellow didn't turn.
"Told you to stay sharp."
Nick exhaled slowly.
"Yeah, well… next time maybe we just send a postcard instead."
One of the power armor soldiers behind them gave a faint mechanical hum, which almost like a suppressed chuckle but said nothing.
Sico walked calmly, unchanged.
No wasted motion.
No lingering tension.
But his eyes moved slightly more now.
Scanning.
Calculating.
The fog shifted again, drifting low across the ground like pale smoke curling between the roots of trees. The path ahead narrowed further, turning into a winding trail of dirt and broken stone.
They stepped over a patch of blackened earth, burn marks from an old campfire.
Longfellow slowed slightly.
"Trapper camp," he muttered.
Nick glanced down.
"Recently used?"
Longfellow crouched briefly, touching the ground with two fingers.
"Few days. Maybe less."
Nick grimaced.
"Good to know we're walking through their backyard."
Longfellow stood again.
"You're always walking through someone's backyard on this island."
They kept moving.
Branches scraped softly against the power armor frames as the soldiers followed. The forest thickened around them with taller trees, denser undergrowth. Visibility dropped even further.
The fog here wasn't just thick.
It felt… heavy.
Like breathing through wet cloth.
Nick tugged slightly at his collar.
"Does the air feel worse to anyone else?"
Longfellow nodded.
"You're getting deeper in."
"That's comforting."
"It's not meant to be."
Nick sighed.
"Of course it isn't."
They walked for another ten minutes in relative silence.
Just the crunch of boots.
The distant creak of trees.
The slow mechanical rhythm of armor moving through the underbrush.
Then Longfellow stopped.
Not suddenly.
But deliberately.
Like he'd hit an invisible line.
Sico noticed immediately.
"So did the soldiers.
Nick took two more steps before realizing and turning back.
"What?"
Longfellow didn't answer right away.
He sniffed the air slightly.
Then his grip tightened on his rifle.
"…You hear that?"
Nick frowned.
"I don't hear anything."
"That's the problem."
The forest had gone completely still.
No wind.
No creaking branches.
No distant animal calls.
Even the faint background hum of insects had vanished.
The fog pressed closer.
Thicker.
Quieter.
Nick slowly raised his revolver again.
"Alright, I officially hate that sentence."
One of the power armor soldiers spoke.
"Thermal sensors detecting movement."
Nick blinked.
"Oh, that's even worse."
"Distance?" Sico asked.
"Close."
"How close?"
The soldier didn't answer immediately.
Then.
"Very close."
Something shifted in the fog.
Not fast.
Not loud.
Just… there.
A shape.
Tall.
Low to the ground.
Moving in a way that didn't look human.
Longfellow's voice dropped to a near whisper.
"Don't run."
Nick didn't even blink.
"Wasn't planning on it."
Another shape appeared.
To the right this time.
Then another behind them.
The fog moved unnaturally now.
Like something large was pushing through it just out of sight.
Nick's voice tightened slightly.
"Okay…"
"Please tell me those aren't the crabs."
Longfellow didn't look away from the fog.
"They are."
Nick closed his eyes briefly.
"…Of course they are."
The first one emerged.
And for a moment, no one moved.
It stepped out of the fog like something dragged out of a nightmare.
A Fog Crawler.
It was enormous.
Easily taller than a man when fully raised.
Its body was a twisted mass of chitin and muscle, like some grotesque fusion of crab and insect. Long, jagged limbs ended in sharp hooked claws, dripping faint moisture that hissed when it touched the ground.
Its shell was dark, almost black, slick with condensation from the fog.
And its eyes, small.
Clustered.
Glowing faintly in the gray light.
It moved slowly at first.
Testing.
Sensing.
Nick whispered.
"…That's not a crab."
Longfellow muttered.
"Told you."
Then another one stepped into view.
And another.
Three.
At least.
Maybe more still hidden in the fog.
Nick took a slow step back.
"Okay."
"Okay."
"This is bad."
One of the power armor soldiers raised his weapon.
"Engaging targets."
Sico spoke immediately.
"Hold."
The soldier paused.
The Fog Crawlers shifted.
Their bodies swaying slightly as they adjusted to the group's presence.
Longfellow's voice stayed low.
"They hunt by movement."
Nick froze mid-step.
"…You're kidding."
"No sudden moves."
Nick slowly lowered his foot.
"…Fantastic."
For a moment, everything stood still.
The creatures.
The soldiers.
The fog itself seemed to stop breathing.
Then a branch snapped under one of the power armor soldier's feet.
Just a small sound.
But in the silence, it was enough.
The nearest Fog Crawler reacted instantly.
Its body tensed.
Then it moved.
Fast.
Too fast for something that size.
It lunged forward with terrifying speed, claws slicing through the air.
"CONTACT!" one of the soldiers shouted.
The formation broke into action.
Gunfire erupted.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
The Fog Crawler slammed into one of the power armor units.
THUD.
The impact shook the ground.
Its claws scraped against the armor, screeching metal against metal.
The soldier held firm.
"Armor holding!"
Nick fired.
BANG.
The bullet hit the creature's shell.
Deflected.
"…You've got to be kidding me!"
Longfellow fired his rifle.
CRACK.
The shot struck one of the creature's joints.
This time it reacted.
A sharp, screeching hiss echoed through the forest.
"That's where you hit them!" Longfellow shouted.
"Soft spots!"
The second Fog Crawler lunged.
It came from the side.
Out of the fog.
Its claw swung toward Nick.
Fast.
Deadly.
Nick barely dove out of the way.
"NOPE!"
The claw slammed into the ground where he had been standing, tearing through dirt and roots like paper.
Sico stepped forward.
Calm.
Focused.
"Concentrate fire on joints."
The power armor soldier's minigun spun up.
BRRRRRRRRRT.
Bullets hammered into the creature's legs.
This time, it worked.
One of the limbs shattered under the sustained fire.
The Fog Crawler collapsed partially, thrashing violently.
But it didn't stop.
It kept attacking.
Relentless.
Driven by instinct.
Another one rushed from behind.
One of the power armor soldiers turned just in time.
CLANG.
The creature's claw slammed into his chest plate.
The force pushed him back several steps.
"Impact detected!"
He responded instantly, grabbing the creature's limb with both hands.
Hydraulics screamed.
With a burst of mechanical strength, he twisted.
CRACK.
The limb snapped.
The creature shrieked.
Nick fired again.
BANG.
"Why won't you die?!"
Longfellow moved quickly now.
More aggressive.
He circled slightly, lining up another shot.
CRACK.
Another joint hit.
Another shriek.
"They don't go down easy!" he shouted.
The fog made everything worse.
Shapes appeared and vanished constantly.
Distances felt wrong.
Movements came from nowhere.
Another Fog Crawler burst through the mist directly toward Sico.
Its claws raised.
Its body towering.
For a split second, it looked unstoppable.
Then Sico moved.
A single step.
Perfect timing.
The creature's strike missed.
And in that opening, one of the power armor soldiers stepped in.
"Target acquired."
Point blank.
The minigun roared.
BRRRRRRRRRRT.
The creature's body convulsed under the barrage.
Its shell cracked.
Splintered.
Then finally, it collapsed.
The ground shook slightly as it hit.
Nick stared.
"…Okay."
"That one I liked."
But the fight wasn't over.
Two more remained.
Circling.
Waiting for openings.
Longfellow shouted.
"Don't let them split you!"
One of them lunged again, this time at Longfellow.
He rolled aside, barely avoiding the strike.
The claw tore through a tree trunk behind him.
"Little help!"
Sico spoke calmly.
"Now."
The remaining soldiers opened fire together.
Focused.
Precise.
Targeting the weakened joints.
The Fog Crawler staggered.
Then another burst, and it dropped.
Only one left.
It hesitated.
For just a second.
Its body shifting.
Its many eyes scanning.
Then it turned.
And disappeared back into the fog.
Gone.
Just like that.
The forest fell silent again.
Nick stayed crouched for a moment longer.
Revolver still raised.
"…Did it just run away?"
Longfellow nodded slowly.
"They're smart."
"They don't fight losing battles."
Nick lowered his weapon slowly.
"…Good."
"Because I don't want a rematch."
One of the power armor soldiers stepped forward.
"All hostile targets neutralized or retreated."
Another added,
"Minor structural impacts. No critical damage."
Sico nodded once.
"Status acceptable."
Nick looked at him.
"Your definition of acceptable is terrifying."
Longfellow exhaled slowly.
"Could've been worse."
Nick stared at him.
"…How?"
Longfellow shrugged.
"Could've been five of them."
Nick rubbed his face again.
"I really hate this island."
The fog drifted quietly around them again.
Like nothing had happened.
But the ground told a different story.
Massive claw marks.
Broken trees.
The bodies of the creatures lying heavy and still.
And somewhere out there, one more still watching.
Sico looked ahead.
Toward the path.
Toward the deeper island.
"We continue."
Nick sighed deeply.
"Of course we do."
Longfellow nodded once.
"Stay close."
He started walking again.
And once more, they followed.
The sound of their footsteps slowly returned to something steady again.
Crunch.
Step.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The forest seemed to swallow everything else.
Behind them, the bodies of the Fog Crawlers lay somewhere in the mist that massive, broken shapes already beginning to fade into the gray as if the island itself was reclaiming them.
For a while, no one spoke.
Not because there was nothing to say.
But because there was too much.
Nick walked with his revolver still in hand, though his grip had loosened slightly now. His coat was torn at the sleeve where he'd hit the ground earlier, and a thin layer of mud clung to one side of him.
He glanced sideways at Sico.
"…You know," he muttered, "if this is what the welcome tour looks like, I'm starting to think we should've stayed in Far Harbor and just written Kasumi a letter."
Sico didn't look at him.
"We are making progress."
Nick let out a quiet breath.
"Sure."
"Progress toward getting eaten."
Behind them, one of the power armor soldiers adjusted his stance slightly, the hydraulics in his frame hissing softly.
"Area remains unstable," the soldier reported.
Longfellow, still walking ahead, gave a short grunt.
"It's always unstable."
He didn't slow down, but his pace had changed.
More measured now.
Less like a man leading a journey.
More like a man calculating how far he could push a group before something broke.
They walked another few minutes in silence.
The fog thickened again.
Or maybe it had never thinned in the first place.
It was hard to tell out here.
Time felt strange on the island.
Distance too.
Nick wiped a bit of moisture from his face.
"Does this fog ever let up?"
Longfellow shook his head.
"Sometimes."
Nick waited.
"…When?"
"Not today."
Nick sighed.
"Figures."
They moved off what had once been a road entirely now, following a narrow trail that twisted between dense clusters of trees and jagged rock formations. The ground grew uneven, roots pushing through the soil, patches of slick moss making each step slightly uncertain.
The power armor soldiers handled it well, their weight crushing through obstacles rather than navigating them, but even they moved a bit more carefully now.
Branches scraped across their metal frames.
The sound echoed strangely in the fog.
After another stretch of quiet walking, Longfellow finally slowed.
Then stopped.
This time, not because of danger.
Not immediately.
But because of something else.
He turned halfway toward them, scanning the fog behind and to the sides, as if checking something only he understood.
Then he spoke.
"We rest."
Nick blinked.
"…I'm sorry, what?"
Longfellow nodded once.
"We rest."
Nick looked at him for a moment like he wasn't sure he'd heard correctly.
"You're saying we stop walking?"
"Yes."
Nick let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
"Well."
"That's the best idea I've heard all day."
He holstered his revolver but didn't relax completely.
"Any particular reason, or are we just embracing survival instincts now?"
Longfellow glanced around again, eyes sharp.
"You don't push too far on this island."
He pointed vaguely into the fog behind them.
"You fought Trappers."
He gestured in another direction.
"Fog Crawlers."
Then he looked back at Nick.
"You keep going like nothing happened…"
"…that's how you end up dead."
Nick nodded slowly.
"Fair point."
Sico spoke calmly.
"A pause will allow reassessment."
Longfellow gave a small nod.
"Exactly."
He turned again and started walking off the main trail, pushing through a patch of dense brush without hesitation.
"This way."
Nick frowned.
"Of course it's off the path."
But he followed anyway.
The others did too.
The vegetation grew thicker as they moved, branches brushing against them, the fog clinging even tighter in this part of the forest. It felt like stepping into something deeper, more hidden.
Then, slowly, a shape began to form through the gray.
A structure.
Old.
Half-broken.
Barely standing.
Nick tilted his head slightly.
"Well… that's promising."
Longfellow didn't slow.
"Still standing, ain't it?"
As they got closer, the building became clearer.
It had once been a house.
Maybe a small settlement structure from before the war.
Now it looked like something time had tried to erase but hadn't quite finished.
The roof sagged on one side.
Several boards were missing from the walls.
Windows were shattered, leaving empty frames that stared out into the fog like hollow eyes.
The door hung crooked on its hinges.
And yet…
it was shelter.
Nick stopped just outside, looking it over.
"…You sure this place isn't about to collapse on us?"
Longfellow walked up to the door and pushed it open.
It creaked loudly.
"If it hasn't collapsed yet, it's not going to do it today."
Nick muttered under his breath.
"That's not exactly reassuring."
Sico stepped forward without hesitation and entered.
The power armor soldiers followed, ducking slightly to clear the doorway.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The wood groaned under their weight, but held.
Nick sighed and stepped in last.
"Well."
"If we die in here, I'm blaming you."
Longfellow ignored him.
Inside, the building was dim.
The fog still seeped through gaps in the walls, but it was thinner here.
Contained.
The air felt slightly warmer.
Or at least less exposed.
Old furniture lay scattered around.
A broken table.
A chair missing one leg.
Fragments of what had once been a shelf.
Dust and debris covered everything.
But in one corner, there was a relatively clear space.
Longfellow moved toward it immediately.
"Settle here."
Nick looked around, then carefully brushed off part of the broken table before leaning against it.
"Not exactly five-star accommodations."
Longfellow shrugged.
"It's dry."
Nick nodded.
"Fair enough."
The power armor soldiers took positions near the entrances and windows, their silhouettes filling the space like immovable sentinels. One stood near the doorway, watching the fog outside. Another moved to a broken window frame, scanning through it.
"Perimeter established," one of them reported.
Sico nodded once.
"Maintain watch."
Then he stepped slightly away from the entrance, giving himself a clear view of both the interior and the outside.
Nick stretched his shoulders, wincing slightly.
"…Alright."
"Gonna admit it."
"That fight took more out of me than I'd like."
Longfellow sat down against the wall, resting his rifle across his knees.
"That's because you ain't used to fighting in the fog."
Nick smirked faintly.
"I've fought in worse."
Longfellow glanced at him.
"No you haven't."
Nick paused.
Then gave a small nod.
"…Yeah."
"You're probably right."
For a moment, the room settled into a quiet that felt… different from the forest.
Not safe.
But safer.
Like stepping out of a storm just long enough to catch your breath.
Nick leaned his head back slightly, eyes half-closing for a second before snapping them open again.
"Nope."
"No sleeping."
"Not here."
Longfellow chuckled quietly.
"Smart."
Sico stood still, watching the fog beyond the doorway.
"The Trappers will not return immediately."
Longfellow nodded.
"They won't."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"How sure are we about that?"
"They don't hit the same place twice right away."
Nick crossed his arms.
"Good to know they have standards."
Longfellow smirked faintly.
"They got instincts."
Nick glanced toward the forest again through the broken wall.
"And the Fog Crawlers?"
Longfellow's expression flattened slightly.
"They might."
Nick sighed.
"Of course they might."
The wind shifted slightly outside, pushing a slow wave of fog past the building. It curled through the doorway briefly before thinning again.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then Nick looked over at Longfellow.
"So… you use this place often?"
Longfellow shrugged.
"Sometimes."
"When I'm out hunting."
"When I don't feel like making camp in the open."
Nick nodded slowly.
"Smart."
He looked around again.
"Has a certain… charm."
Longfellow gave him a look.
"You talk too much."
Nick smiled faintly.
"Yeah."
"That's kind of my thing."
Another few minutes passed.
The tension didn't disappear.
But it eased.
Just enough.
The kind of pause that didn't feel like rest.
But like survival catching up.
Nick eventually spoke again, quieter this time.
"…We're getting closer, right?"
Longfellow nodded once.
"Yeah."
Nick looked at Sico.
"Arcadia's out there somewhere."
Sico didn't turn.
"Yes."
Nick exhaled slowly.
"And Kasumi."
"Yes."
The name hung in the air for a moment.
Different from everything else they'd faced so far.
Trappers.
Fog Crawlers.
The island.
All dangers.
All obstacles.
But Kasumi, she was the reason they were here.
Longfellow shifted slightly, adjusting his grip on the rifle.
"You'll find her."
Nick glanced at him.
"You sound pretty sure."
Longfellow shrugged.
"People don't come out here unless they've got a reason."
Nick nodded slowly.
"Yeah."
He looked back toward the fog again.
"Let's just hope she's still got one."
Outside, the forest remained quiet.
Too quiet.
But for now, they had a moment. And on this island, that was more valuable than anything.
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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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