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But for now, they had a moment. And on this island, that was more valuable than anything.
The building creaked softly as the wind pressed against its broken frame.
Outside, the fog drifted past in slow, endless waves, brushing against the walls like something alive. Every now and then, it slipped through the cracks and gaps in the wood, curling faintly along the floor before fading again.
Inside, the group had settled into something close to stillness.
Not comfort.
Not safety.
But enough.
Nick shifted slightly against the table, rolling his shoulder once as if trying to shake off the lingering tension from the fights.
"…You know," he muttered after a while, "I always imagined detective work involving less giant murder crabs and fewer cannibal ambushes."
Longfellow didn't even look up.
"You came to the wrong island."
Nick let out a quiet breath through his nose.
"Yeah. I'm starting to get that."
Across the room, one of the power armor soldiers remained near the doorway, completely still except for the faint, rhythmic hum of the suit's internal systems. Another stood near the broken window, head turning slightly every few seconds as sensors scanned the fog outside.
Sico stood near the center of the room, posture unchanged, eyes still occasionally shifting toward the doorway.
Even at rest, he didn't quite relax.
Longfellow noticed.
He leaned his head back against the wall and spoke without looking at him.
"You keep standing like that, you're not going to last long out here."
Sico glanced at him.
"Explain."
Longfellow shrugged slightly.
"This island… it wears people down."
He tapped his temple lightly.
"Not just your body."
"Your head."
Nick tilted his head.
"That explains a lot about the Trappers."
Longfellow nodded.
"Exactly."
He shifted his rifle slightly across his lap.
"You don't rest when you can…"
"…you start seeing things that ain't there."
Nick smirked faintly.
"Pretty sure I already saw enough things that were there."
Longfellow gave a quiet grunt.
"Still counts."
For a moment, the room fell quiet again.
Then Longfellow spoke once more.
His voice a little different this time.
Less sharp.
More… reflective.
"You asked about Far Harbor earlier."
Nick looked over.
"Yeah."
Longfellow stared at the far wall, like he wasn't really seeing it.
"Town wasn't always like this."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"No?"
Longfellow shook his head slowly.
"Used to be smaller."
"Quieter."
"Fewer people."
Nick leaned slightly forward, resting his arms on his knees.
"Hard to imagine it being quieter."
Longfellow gave a faint, humorless chuckle.
"You'd be surprised."
He shifted slightly, settling more comfortably against the wall.
"Back then… fog wasn't as bad."
Nick frowned.
"Wait… it got worse?"
"Yeah."
Longfellow's voice dropped slightly.
"Something changed."
He didn't elaborate right away.
Just let the words sit there.
Nick glanced at Sico, then back at Longfellow.
"…That sounds like a story you're not finishing."
Longfellow shrugged.
"Maybe."
Nick smirked.
"Come on."
"We're stuck in a half-collapsed shack in the middle of a haunted forest."
"You might as well tell it."
Longfellow looked at him for a moment.
Then exhaled slowly.
"Alright."
He adjusted his hat slightly.
"Years back… before the fog got real bad… Far Harbor wasn't just surviving."
"It was doing alright."
Nick nodded.
"Trade?"
"Fishing?"
"Yeah."
Longfellow's eyes drifted slightly.
"People came and went."
"Caravans made it through."
"Even some folks from the mainland settled there."
Nick glanced toward Sico briefly.
"…Sounds familiar."
Longfellow didn't react to that.
"Then the fog started getting thicker."
"Stronger."
"Stayed longer."
Nick's expression shifted slightly.
"…Radiation?"
Longfellow shrugged.
"Maybe."
"Maybe something else."
He tapped his fingers lightly against his rifle.
"Point is… things got harder."
"Crops failed."
"Fishing got worse."
"Creatures got meaner."
Nick nodded slowly.
"And the Trappers…"
Longfellow's jaw tightened slightly.
"They started appearing around that time."
"People going missing."
"Settlers abandoning their homes."
"Some just… snapped."
Nick leaned back again.
"…Yeah."
"I've seen that kind of thing before."
Longfellow looked at him.
"Not like this."
Nick held his gaze for a moment.
Then gave a small nod.
"…Fair enough."
The wind howled faintly outside, rattling loose boards along the wall.
One of the power armor soldiers shifted slightly, adjusting position.
Longfellow continued.
"Then the Children of Atom showed up."
Nick rolled his eyes slightly.
"Fanatics."
"Worshipping radiation."
Longfellow nodded.
"They settled at the Nucleus."
"And they didn't exactly make things easier."
Nick gave a dry chuckle.
"Let me guess."
"They think the fog is holy."
"Something like that."
Longfellow leaned his head back again.
"Far Harbor held on."
"Barely."
"But it held."
Nick was quiet for a moment.
Then he spoke more softly.
"…And you?"
Longfellow smirked faintly.
"I never liked crowds."
Nick smiled slightly.
"Yeah."
"I can see that."
Longfellow shrugged.
"Been out here longer than most."
"Seen things come and go."
"People too."
His voice grew quieter at that last part.
Not sad.
Just… matter-of-fact.
Nick didn't push it.
After a moment, he spoke again.
"…Town's lucky to have you."
Longfellow snorted.
"They'd say otherwise."
Nick shrugged.
"People usually do."
Silence settled again.
But it felt different now.
Less tense.
More… grounded.
Like the stories had anchored them slightly against the weight of the island.
After a while, one of the power armor soldiers spoke.
"Recommend establishing rest rotation."
Sico nodded once.
"Agreed."
Nick sighed.
"Yeah… probably a good idea."
He looked around.
"So who gets to stare into the haunted fog first?"
Longfellow pushed himself up slightly.
"I'll take first watch."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"You sure?"
Longfellow nodded.
"I know what to listen for."
Sico spoke calmly.
"I will take second."
Nick looked at him.
"Of course you will."
He stretched slightly.
"…Guess I'm third."
One of the soldiers spoke again.
"Armor units will maintain continuous perimeter."
Nick glanced at them.
"Yeah, I figured you don't exactly sleep."
"No."
Nick gave a small nod.
"Handy."
The rotation settled quickly after that.
Longfellow moved to the doorway, standing just inside the threshold, rifle ready, eyes fixed on the shifting fog outside.
Sico stepped back slightly, positioning himself where he could see both Longfellow and the interior.
Nick leaned back against the wall, pulling his coat tighter around himself.
"…Wake me if something tries to eat us," he muttered.
Longfellow didn't respond.
Nick closed his eyes.
At first, it didn't feel like sleep.
Just darkness.
Listening.
Waiting.
But eventually, fatigue won.
His breathing slowed.
The room grew quieter.
Outside, the fog drifted endlessly.
Time passed.
Unmeasured.
Uncertain.
At some point, Sico took over the watch.
Longfellow stepped back inside, sitting down again without a word.
The old hunter didn't fully sleep.
But he rested.
That was enough.
The night passed without incident.
No Trappers.
No Fog Crawlers.
Just the sound of wind, wood, and distant, unidentifiable noises moving through the forest.
And then…
morning came.
Not that it looked much different.
The fog remained.
The sky stayed gray.
But something shifted.
Subtle.
The light grew slightly brighter.
The air slightly less heavy.
Nick stirred first.
He blinked slowly, then sat up with a quiet groan.
"…Still alive."
He looked around.
"…Good start."
Sico was already awake.
Standing.
Watching.
Of course.
Nick smirked faintly.
"You ever sleep?"
Sico replied calmly.
"When necessary."
Nick shook his head.
"Yeah."
"That tracks."
Longfellow stood shortly after, stretching his shoulders slightly as his joints popped.
"Time to move."
Nick sighed.
"Of course it is."
He pushed himself to his feet, brushing dust off his coat.
"Because why would we stay in the only semi-safe building we've found?"
Longfellow gave him a look.
"Because staying still gets you killed too."
Nick paused.
"…Right."
"Fair point."
The power armor soldiers adjusted their positions, preparing to move.
"Perimeter secure," one of them reported.
Sico nodded.
"We proceed."
Longfellow stepped toward the door first.
He paused briefly.
Listening.
Then pushed it open.
The fog greeted them immediately.
Thick.
Cold.
Waiting.
Nick walked up beside him.
"…You know, I was hoping it'd clear up overnight."
Longfellow stepped outside.
"It doesn't work like that."
Nick sighed.
"Of course it doesn't."
Sico followed.
Then the soldiers.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The group stepped back into the island.
Back into the unknown.
Longfellow adjusted his rifle and started walking.
"Arcadia's not far now."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"You've said that before."
Longfellow didn't look back.
"This time I mean it."
Nick glanced at Sico.
"…Alright."
"Let's go find Kasumi."
The fog closed in behind them as the door of the ruined building creaked shut on its own, nudged by the wind.
Just like that, whatever small sense of shelter they'd had was gone again.
They stepped back onto the narrow trail, boots sinking slightly into damp earth, the sound of movement swallowed almost instantly by the heavy air. The island didn't welcome them back.
It simply continued.
Longfellow moved ahead without hesitation, pushing through the brush like a man who had walked this exact stretch of ground a hundred times before. His pace wasn't rushed, but it wasn't slow either.
It was deliberate.
Measured.
Like he knew exactly how long it would take before something else found them.
Nick adjusted his coat as he followed, glancing briefly over his shoulder toward the building they'd just left. It was already fading into the fog, its broken outline dissolving into gray.
"…You ever notice," he muttered, "how everything on this island disappears the moment you stop looking at it?"
Longfellow didn't answer.
Sico walked in silence beside him.
The power armor soldiers followed behind, their presence as constant as the fog itself.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The sound echoed, then faded, then echoed again.
The path ahead began to change slowly.
At first, it was subtle.
The ground grew firmer.
Less tangled with roots.
The trees thinned just slightly, their trunks spaced farther apart as the terrain shifted upward.
Nick noticed it after a few minutes.
"…Hey," he said, looking ahead. "We're going uphill."
Longfellow nodded.
"Yeah."
Nick tilted his head.
"Any particular reason, or is the island just trying to make this harder on us?"
Longfellow kept walking.
"There's always a reason."
Nick sighed.
"Of course there is."
The slope became more noticeable as they continued.
Not steep.
But steady.
The kind of incline that didn't look like much at first but slowly worked its way into your legs, your breathing, your patience.
Even the power armor units adjusted their stride slightly, their heavy frames compensating for the uneven elevation.
The fog clung differently here too.
It didn't pool as low to the ground.
Instead, it drifted more freely, swirling between the trees in slow, shifting patterns.
Nick glanced around.
"…Feels different."
Longfellow grunted.
"It is."
Sico looked toward the slope ahead.
"Explain."
Longfellow took a few more steps before answering.
"Acadia's up high."
Nick blinked.
"…Acadia?"
Longfellow nodded.
"Yeah."
Nick frowned slightly.
"I thought it was Arcadia."
Longfellow shrugged.
"People call it different things."
"Doesn't matter."
Nick smirked faintly.
"Fair enough."
He looked ahead again, eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to peer through the fog.
"…So what exactly is it?"
Longfellow finally slowed just a fraction, as if deciding how much to say.
"It's built on something old."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"Everything out here is old."
"Older than most."
That got Nick's attention.
"…Alright," he said. "Now you've got me interested."
Longfellow pointed faintly up the slope.
"There's a pre-war structure up there."
"Big one."
"Concrete."
"Metal."
"Still standing."
Nick's curiosity sharpened.
"…Military?"
Longfellow shook his head.
"No."
He paused briefly.
Then added,
"Observatory."
Nick blinked.
"…Like… stars?"
"Yeah."
Nick let out a short laugh.
"You're telling me we've been fighting cannibals and giant nightmare crabs…"
"…on the way to a telescope?"
Longfellow didn't react.
"It's more than that."
Nick smirked.
"I hope so."
Sico spoke calmly.
"Why would a settlement be established there?"
Longfellow glanced back briefly.
"High ground."
"Clear view."
"Strong structure."
Nick nodded slowly.
"…Yeah."
"That makes sense."
Longfellow continued.
"And it's out of the worst of the fog."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"Out of the fog?"
Longfellow shrugged.
"Not completely."
"But better than down low."
Nick exhaled.
"Well."
"That's the best news I've heard since we got here."
They kept moving.
The climb continued.
Slow.
Steady.
The forest began to thin further now, replaced gradually by rockier terrain. Larger stones jutted from the ground, patches of dirt giving way to uneven gravel and exposed bedrock.
The trees became shorter.
More twisted.
Like they'd grown under harsher conditions.
The fog shifted again.
Thinner in places.
Thicker in others.
But different.
Nick noticed it immediately.
"…Hey."
Longfellow didn't turn.
"I see it."
Nick squinted ahead.
"…No, I mean really see it."
There was something there.
Far ahead.
Barely visible through the mist.
A shape.
Not natural.
Not trees.
Not rock.
Straight lines.
Hard edges.
Sico's gaze locked onto it instantly.
"The observatory."
Longfellow nodded once.
"Yeah."
Nick let out a low whistle.
"Well."
"I'll be damned."
They kept walking.
Step by step, the structure grew clearer.
Slowly emerging from the fog like something waking up.
It was massive.
Far larger than Nick had expected.
A domed structure rose above the rest, its curved surface partially obscured by mist but unmistakable.
Around it, angular buildings connected by reinforced walkways.
Concrete.
Steel.
Pre-war engineering that had somehow endured everything the island had thrown at it.
Nick shook his head slightly.
"…That's not a telescope."
Longfellow smirked faintly.
"Told you."
As they got closer, more details became visible.
The structure wasn't abandoned.
Not anymore.
Lights.
Faint.
But there.
A soft glow coming from within some of the windows.
Nick's expression shifted.
"…Okay."
"That's new."
Sico observed silently.
The power armor soldiers adjusted formation slightly as the terrain opened up, giving them clearer lines of sight.
Then Nick saw something else.
"…Hold on."
He pointed.
"Look."
Ahead of the observatory, a wall had been constructed.
Not pre-war.
Something newer.
Reinforced barriers forming a perimeter around the lower section of the complex.
And at the center of that wall…
a gate.
Closed.
Guarded.
Longfellow stopped walking.
Not abruptly.
But firmly.
Like he had reached the end of his path.
Sico stopped beside him.
Nick took a few more steps before realizing and turning back.
"…What?"
Longfellow didn't answer immediately.
He just looked ahead at the observatory.
At the walls.
At the gate.
Then he spoke.
"That's as far as I go."
Nick blinked.
"…Wait."
"What?"
Longfellow glanced at him.
"I told you."
"I'd take you to Acadia."
Nick frowned.
"Yeah, but—"
Longfellow shook his head.
"I don't go in."
Nick tilted his head.
"…Personal preference?"
"Something like that."
Sico looked at him.
"Explain."
Longfellow exhaled slowly.
"People up there…"
He paused.
Then corrected himself.
"…Things up there."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"…That sounds ominous."
Longfellow shrugged.
"They're not like us."
Nick folded his arms.
"Yeah, I gathered that much."
Longfellow looked back toward the observatory again.
"They keep to themselves."
"And I keep to myself."
Nick studied him for a moment.
"…You don't trust them."
Longfellow didn't answer directly.
But he didn't need to.
Nick nodded slowly.
"Fair enough."
Sico spoke calmly.
"They are synths."
Longfellow gave a small nod.
"Yeah."
Nick glanced between them.
"…And that's a problem?"
Longfellow shrugged.
"Depends who you ask."
Nick smirked faintly.
"Well."
"I've worked with worse."
He looked back at the observatory.
"…Besides, we didn't come all this way to turn around now."
Longfellow nodded.
"That's your choice."
There was no judgment in his voice.
Just fact.
He adjusted his rifle slightly.
"Path's straight from here."
He gestured toward the gate.
"They'll see you coming."
Nick squinted toward the wall.
"…Yeah, I think they already have."
Because now, as the fog shifted again with figures became visible.
Standing along the wall.
Watching.
Humanoid silhouettes.
Still.
Unmoving.
Sico observed them carefully.
"Guards."
Longfellow nodded.
"Synths."
Nick let out a quiet breath.
"…Alright."
"So this is it."
Longfellow turned slightly, preparing to leave.
Then paused.
He looked at Nick.
Then at Sico.
"You're looking for the girl."
Nick nodded.
"Kasumi."
Longfellow gave a small grunt.
"She's up there."
Nick's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…You're sure?"
Longfellow shrugged.
"She came through here."
"Didn't come back."
Nick exhaled slowly.
"…Good enough for me."
Longfellow gave one last look toward the observatory.
Then back at them.
"Be careful."
Nick smirked faintly.
"Isn't that your line?"
Longfellow didn't smile.
"This place…"
He shook his head slightly.
"…it's different."
Sico met his gaze.
"We will proceed."
Longfellow nodded once.
Then turned.
Without another word.
He began walking back down the path they had come from, disappearing slowly into the fog.
Nick watched him go for a moment.
"…You know," he muttered, "for a guy who doesn't like people, he's surprisingly helpful."
Sico said nothing.
His attention had already shifted forward.
Toward the gate.
Toward the figures watching them.
Nick followed his gaze.
"…Alright."
He adjusted his coat, straightening slightly.
"Let's go knock on the door."
The group began moving again.
Slowly at first.
Carefully.
Each step measured against the uneven ground as they approached the outer wall of the observatory. The closer they got, the more the structure seemed to grow which not just in size, but in presence.
It wasn't just a building anymore.
It felt aware.
Watching them as much as they were watching it.
The fog thinned just enough near the base of the hill to reveal more detail. The reinforced wall surrounding the lower complex wasn't crude or hastily assembled like most defenses they had seen on the island.
It was deliberate.
Layered metal plating.
Reinforced beams.
Sections of salvaged pre-war material integrated into newer construction.
Whoever built this hadn't just thrown something together.
They had planned it.
Nick let out a quiet whistle under his breath.
"…Yeah."
"These aren't amateurs."
The power armor soldiers adjusted their formation slightly as they approached open ground, spreading just enough to maintain visibility without looking overtly aggressive.
Even so, their presence was impossible to ignore.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The sound of metal boots carried farther here.
Echoing faintly against the wall.
Ahead, the figures they had seen earlier became clearer.
Three of them stood near the gate.
Still.
Silent.
Weapons lowered, but ready.
Synths.
Even from a distance, there was something… different about them.
Not the ragged unpredictability of Trappers.
Not the raw instinct of the creatures in the fog.
These were controlled.
Deliberate.
Every movement minimal.
Efficient.
Nick slowed slightly as they drew closer.
"…Okay."
"I'm officially getting that 'don't make any sudden moves' feeling again."
Sico continued forward without hesitation.
The soldiers followed.
Step by step, they closed the distance.
Until.
"Stop."
The voice came from ahead.
Clear.
Firm.
Not shouted.
But it didn't need to be.
The group halted.
The three synth guards had raised their weapons that not fully aimed, but no longer relaxed.
A warning.
One of them stepped forward slightly.
His face was human.
Almost perfectly.
But his eyes…
Too steady.
Too focused.
"State your purpose."
Nick raised both hands slightly, not dropping his guard but signaling he wasn't about to start anything.
"Well," he said, glancing sideways at Sico, "this is usually your part."
Sico stepped forward just enough to take point.
Calm.
Composed.
"We are not hostile."
The synth didn't react.
"State your purpose," he repeated.
Sico met his gaze directly.
"We are searching for a female."
A brief pause.
Then:
"Name."
Sico answered without hesitation.
"Kasumi Nakano."
The name seemed to hang in the air.
Even the fog felt like it paused for a second.
The synth's expression didn't change.
But something shifted.
Subtle.
A flicker of recognition.
Or something like it.
Behind him, one of the other guards adjusted their stance slightly.
Not aggressive.
But alert.
Nick noticed immediately.
"…Well," he muttered quietly, "that definitely got a reaction."
The lead synth didn't speak for a few seconds.
Then finally.
"…Wait here."
No explanation.
No threat.
Just that.
Then he turned.
Without another word, he walked back toward the gate.
The other two guards remained.
Watching.
Unmoving.
The silence that followed stretched.
Long.
Uncomfortable.
Nick shifted his weight slightly, glancing at Sico.
"…That could've gone worse."
Sico didn't respond.
His attention remained fixed on the gate.
The power armor soldiers stood still behind them, their presence looming but controlled.
Time passed.
A minute.
Two.
Maybe more.
Hard to tell in the fog.
Nick rubbed the back of his neck.
"…You think they're deciding whether to let us in…"
"…or deciding how to deal with us?"
One of the soldiers spoke quietly through his helmet.
"Thermal signatures increasing beyond the gate."
Nick blinked.
"…That doesn't sound promising."
Sico spoke calmly.
"They are assessing."
Nick exhaled slowly.
"Let's hope they like what they see."
The gate remained closed.
The fog drifted.
The guards watched.
Then there's movement.
The same synth returned.
But he wasn't alone.
Someone walked beside him.
At first, it was just a shape.
A figure emerging through the haze.
Then slowly…
details formed.
A woman.
Older.
Her posture upright, steady.
She wore something that immediately stood out.
Armor.
But not standard.
Not like anything the Republic soldiers wore.
Sleeker.
More fitted.
And unmistakably familiar in design.
Nick's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…That looks like…"
He didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't need to.
Sico recognized it instantly.
Courser armor.
Worn.
Used.
Patched in several places where the material had clearly been repaired over time.
But still unmistakable.
The woman stepped forward, stopping just inside the gate.
Her eyes moved over the group carefully.
Assessing.
Calculating.
Not afraid.
Not surprised.
Just… aware.
The synth guard stepped aside slightly, giving her space.
She spoke.
Her voice calm.
Controlled.
But carrying a weight of authority that didn't need to be forced.
"My name is Chase."
Nick tilted his head slightly.
"…Chase, huh."
He gave a small nod.
"Nice to meet you."
Chase didn't react to the greeting.
Her attention was focused on Sico.
"You're looking for someone."
It wasn't a question.
Sico answered anyway.
"Yes."
"Kasumi Nakano."
Chase's expression didn't change much.
But again…
that subtle shift.
Recognition.
Confirmation.
"She's here."
Nick let out a quiet breath.
"…Alright."
"Good."
"For a second there I thought we'd have to keep hiking."
But Chase continued.
And the tone shifted slightly.
"However…"
Nick's shoulders tensed just a fraction.
"…There's always a 'however.'"
Chase's gaze moved past Sico briefly.
Toward the power armor soldiers.
Toward the weapons.
The sheer presence of the group.
Then back to Sico.
"We don't allow armed groups inside."
Nick folded his arms.
"…Yeah, that sounds about right."
Chase continued.
"I will allow two of you to enter."
A pause.
Clear.
Deliberate.
"No more."
The words settled heavily.
The fog shifted between them.
Nick glanced sideways at Sico.
"…Well."
"That complicates things."
Behind them, one of the power armor soldiers shifted slightly, the faint hiss of hydraulics breaking the stillness for a moment.
Chase didn't react to it.
But her eyes flicked briefly in that direction.
Then back.
"This place is not a military outpost," she said calmly.
"It is a refuge."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"Refuge for who?"
Chase didn't answer directly.
"Those who need it."
Nick smirked faintly.
"…Vague. I like it."
Sico spoke.
"We will comply."
Nick turned his head slightly.
"…We will?"
Sico didn't look at him.
"Yes."
Nick studied him for a second.
Then gave a small shrug.
"…Alright."
"Guess I'm coming with you."
Chase nodded once.
"Two."
She stepped slightly to the side, gesturing toward the gate.
"You may enter."
Then she looked past them again.
"The rest stay here."
The power armor soldiers remained completely still.
Awaiting orders.
Sico turned slightly toward them.
"Hold position."
"Establish perimeter."
One of the soldiers responded immediately.
"Understood."
Nick glanced back at them.
"…Try not to start any wars while we're gone."
No response.
Just the steady hum of armor systems.
Nick smiled faintly.
"Yeah, figured."
Chase turned back toward the gate.
Without another word, she order to open the gate.
Then the gate began to open.
Slowly.
A low, heavy sound that echoed outward into the fog.
Nick watched it carefully.
"…Moment of truth."
Sico stepped forward.
Calm as ever.
Nick followed.
But as he passed the threshold, he glanced back one last time.
At the soldiers.
At the fog.
At the path they had taken to get here.
"…Don't go anywhere," he muttered under his breath.
Then he stepped inside.
The gate closed behind them.
With a heavy, final sound.
And just like that, they finally arrive at Acadia.
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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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