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And for the first time since they arrived, it wasn't about finding her anymore as it was about what came next.
And that was always the harder part.
The room seemed to settle into that realization with them.
Not quieter.
Not calmer.
Just heavier.
Like the air itself understood that nothing here was simple anymore.
Kasumi stood where she was, one hand resting lightly against the edge of her workbench now, fingers still tense but no longer gripping as tightly. The tools in front of her had been forgotten for the moment, wires left half-adjusted, a small device still open like a thought she hadn't finished.
Nick didn't move.
Didn't push.
Didn't try to fill the silence this time.
He just watched her.
Carefully.
Not like a detective anymore.
More like someone who knew exactly what it looked like when a person stood on the edge of a decision they weren't ready to make.
Sico remained still beside him.
Unwavering.
Observing.
Always observing.
Kasumi's gaze drifted slightly, not fully leaving them but not entirely focused either. It moved across the room, over the crates, the cables, the faint glow of the overhead lights. Then it returned again.
Still uncertain.
Still conflicted.
But thinking.
Actually thinking about what they had said.
And that mattered.
That alone meant something had shifted.
Nick exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck again, a small habit he didn't seem to notice himself doing.
"…Alright," he muttered under his breath.
Not directed at her.
Not really directed at anyone.
Just acknowledging the moment.
And then, Chase stepped in.
She hadn't moved much during the conversation.
Hadn't interrupted.
Hadn't raised her voice.
But she had been there.
Watching.
Listening.
Measuring every word.
And now, finally, she spoke.
"That's enough."
Her voice wasn't loud.
But it cut through the room cleanly.
Precise.
Controlled.
And final.
Nick's head turned slightly toward her.
Sico's gaze followed a fraction of a second later.
Kasumi looked up.
Chase stepped forward, positioning herself just slightly between them and Kasumi which not blocking, but unmistakably drawing a line.
"If she doesn't want to leave," Chase said calmly, her eyes fixed on Nick now, "then don't pressure her."
The words weren't sharp.
But they weren't gentle either.
They were protective.
Firm in a way that made it clear this wasn't a suggestion.
Nick didn't respond immediately.
He studied her for a moment.
Really studied her.
Noticing the way she stood.
The way her shoulders were set.
The way her eyes didn't waver.
This wasn't someone bluffing.
This wasn't someone uncertain.
Chase continued, her tone steady.
"This is a refuge."
"For those who come here by choice."
Her gaze flicked briefly toward Kasumi.
Then back to them.
"And I will protect that."
There it was.
Clear.
Simple.
Final.
"If necessary," she added, "I will have you removed."
The threat wasn't dramatic.
It wasn't exaggerated.
It was just stated.
Like a fact.
Like something she had already decided she was willing to do.
For a brief second, the room held its breath again.
Nick didn't reach for his weapon.
Didn't shift into anything aggressive.
Instead, he just looked at Sico.
Sico looked back.
A silent exchange.
No words.
None needed.
Assessment.
Decision.
Agreement.
Nick gave the faintest nod.
Sico mirrored it.
Then Nick exhaled quietly and raised both hands slightly, palms open.
"Hey," he said, tone easy, almost casual again, "we're not here to drag anyone anywhere."
Chase didn't relax.
But she listened.
Nick continued,
"I told her already."
"No kidnapping."
"No forcing."
"No dramatic exits through the fog."
A faint, almost invisible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"…I've had enough of those lately."
Chase's gaze didn't soften.
But it didn't harden either.
She was still measuring him.
Nick lowered his hands slowly.
"Look," he said more seriously now, "you're right."
"If she wants to stay…"
He glanced briefly at Kasumi.
"…then she stays."
That landed differently than before.
Not as an argument.
Not as pressure.
Just acceptance.
Chase watched him closely for another second.
Then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
Not approval.
But acknowledgment.
Sico spoke then, his voice calm and even.
"We will not force relocation."
Chase's eyes shifted to him.
Measuring.
Weighing.
Then back to Nick.
The tension in the room eased.
Not gone.
But reduced.
Just enough.
Nick glanced back at Kasumi.
"…You hear that?"
She did.
Of course she did.
Her shoulders relaxed just slightly.
Not fully.
But enough to show the difference.
Nick continued,
"You want to stay here?"
"Fine."
He shrugged faintly.
"That's your call."
Kasumi looked at him.
Still cautious.
Still unsure.
But listening.
Nick took a small step back now.
Physically giving her space.
"…But," he added, softer this time, "that doesn't mean we disappear either."
Kasumi frowned slightly.
"…What do you mean?"
Nick tilted his head.
"I mean exactly what I said before."
"You've got people out there who care about you."
He gestured vaguely upward, toward the world beyond Acadia.
"They don't just stop existing because you walked away."
Kasumi's expression tightened again.
Not defensive.
Just conflicted.
Nick noticed.
And didn't push harder.
Instead, he shifted tone slightly.
Less pressure.
More… offer.
"So here's how this works," he said.
"You stay."
"You figure out whatever you need to figure out."
"No one drags you anywhere."
Kasumi watched him carefully.
"…And?"
Nick gave a small shrug.
"And if you change your mind?"
He paused.
Just long enough for it to settle.
"…You tell us."
Simple.
Clear.
No pressure.
Just a door left open.
Kasumi blinked once.
"…You'd come back?"
Nick smirked faintly.
"Hey."
"I made it through Trappers, Fog Crawlers, and whatever else this island felt like throwing at me."
He crossed his arms loosely again.
"…I think I can handle a return trip."
A faint, almost reluctant hint of a smile flickered across Kasumi's face.
Gone quickly.
But it was there.
And that mattered.
Sico added,
"We remain available."
Kasumi looked at him.
"…You don't even know me."
Sico answered simply,
"That is not required."
Nick let out a quiet chuckle.
"Yeah."
"He's like that."
Kasumi's gaze moved between them again.
Still uncertain.
Still processing.
But no longer closed off.
Not completely.
Chase watched the exchange.
Carefully.
Her posture still protective.
But the immediate tension had faded.
They weren't pushing.
They weren't forcing.
That mattered.
Nick nodded once, as if confirming something to himself.
"Alright."
He glanced around the room briefly.
At the workbench.
The tools.
The half-finished project.
"…You've got something going on here."
Kasumi followed his gaze.
"…I'm trying to understand how things work."
Nick smirked faintly.
"Yeah."
"I can see that."
He looked back at her.
"…Just don't forget there's more than one way to figure things out."
Kasumi didn't answer that.
But she didn't dismiss it either.
And that was enough for now.
Another quiet settled over the room.
Different from before.
Less tense.
More grounded.
Like something had shifted into place, even if it wasn't resolved.
Nick finally pushed himself away from the crate again.
"…Well."
He glanced at Sico.
"I think that's about as far as we're getting today."
Sico nodded once.
"Agreed."
Nick looked back at Kasumi one last time.
"…You're safe."
She nodded.
"Yes."
Nick gave a small nod in return.
"Good."
He turned slightly, then paused.
"…And hey."
Kasumi looked up again.
"…Try not to disappear on people who care about you next time."
Not a command.
Not even really a request.
Just something said plainly.
Kasumi didn't respond right away.
Then, quietly.
"…I'll try."
Nick gave a faint smile.
"Good enough."
Chase stepped slightly to the side now.
Not blocking.
But clearly signaling the conversation was over.
"I'll escort you back."
Nick nodded.
"Yeah."
"Figured."
He turned fully this time, stepping away from the workbench, giving Kasumi her space again.
Sico followed.
Calm.
Unchanged.
As they walked toward the stairs, Nick glanced back once more.
Kasumi had already turned back to her work.
But slower this time.
Less consumed.
More thoughtful.
And that was the difference.
Not a resolution.
Not an answer.
But a shift.
The kind that mattered.
Nick exhaled quietly.
"…We'll be back," he muttered under his breath.
Not loud enough for her to hear.
Maybe not even loud enough for himself.
But the words were there.
And he meant them.
Then he turned forward again.
And followed Chase out.
The stairs creaked again under their weight as they climbed.
Up from the storage level.
Up from the dim, quiet space where Kasumi had chosen to stay.
Up from the place where the conversation hadn't ended, but had simply paused.
Each step felt different now.
Not physically.
But mentally.
Nick could feel it.
That lingering weight.
That unfinished thread.
He didn't say anything as they walked.
Didn't crack a joke.
Didn't fill the silence like he usually did.
For once, he just let it sit.
Sico moved ahead of him.
Same as always.
Measured.
Unchanged.
But if there was anything beneath that stillness, it didn't show.
Chase led them without looking back, her pace steady, boots echoing softly against the metal steps.
The intermediate level came back into view gradually.
The warmer lights.
The quieter hum of activity.
The presence of others.
Life.
Real, functioning life.
Nick stepped off the last stair and exhaled slowly, his shoulders rolling once as if shaking off something he couldn't quite name.
"…Weird," he muttered.
Chase glanced at him briefly.
"What?"
Nick gestured vaguely back toward the stairs.
"That."
He paused.
"…Feels like we just walked out of someone else's story."
Chase didn't respond.
But there was the faintest flicker of understanding in her eyes.
They moved further into the living area again.
Aster was still there, speaking quietly with another synth near a makeshift workstation. She glanced up as they passed, her gaze lingering just a second longer this time.
Not suspicious.
Not hostile.
Just aware of what had happened.
Cog and Dejen were still near their trading table.
Cog looked up first, curiosity immediately returning.
"…That was quick," he said.
Nick shrugged faintly.
"Depends how you measure time."
Dejen smirked slightly.
"…Didn't get what you came for?"
Nick glanced at him.
"Got something."
"Just not the ending."
Dejen nodded slowly.
"…Yeah."
"That happens."
Chase didn't stop.
She led them a few steps further into the open space before finally turning to face them.
"This is where you wait."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"…Wait."
Chase nodded once.
"For her decision."
The words settled.
Simple.
But carrying weight.
Nick crossed his arms loosely.
"…Yeah."
"Figured that was coming."
Sico stepped forward slightly.
"Timeframe?"
Chase shook her head.
"Unknown."
Nick let out a quiet breath.
"Of course it is."
A brief silence followed.
Then Chase continued.
Her tone shifting slightly.
Less guarded.
Still controlled.
But purposeful.
"There is something else."
Nick tilted his head.
"…There always is."
Chase ignored the comment.
"We have a situation."
Sico's attention sharpened slightly.
"Explain."
Chase folded her arms lightly.
"A synth was supposed to arrive recently."
Nick frowned.
"…Supposed to?"
Chase nodded.
"They never made it."
The air shifted again.
Subtly.
But noticeably.
Sico spoke.
"Define 'never made it.'"
Chase met his gaze.
"They left the Institute."
"They were given directions."
"They should have reached Far Harbor."
A pause.
"They didn't."
Nick uncrossed his arms.
"…So they're lost."
"Or worse."
Chase didn't deny it.
"They were meant to be met."
Nick narrowed his eyes slightly.
"…Met by who?"
Chase answered immediately.
"Brooks."
That name hung for a second.
Nick tilted his head.
"…Brooks."
Chase nodded.
"He runs the general store in Far Harbor."
Nick blinked.
"…Wait."
"You're telling me the guy running a shop in that place…"
"…is a synth?"
Chase didn't react.
"Yes."
Nick let out a quiet whistle.
"…Huh."
"Didn't see that one coming."
Sico spoke calmly.
"He assists incoming individuals."
Chase nodded.
"He is the first contact for runaways."
Nick smirked faintly.
"Convenient."
Chase continued.
"He was expecting this one."
"He hasn't reported anything."
Sico processed that.
Quickly.
"Possibilities: delay, interception, termination."
Nick glanced at him.
"…You always go straight to worst-case, don't you?"
Sico didn't respond.
Because he wasn't wrong.
Chase reached into a small pouch at her side and pulled out a small, worn piece of material as something like a tag, etched faintly with a sequence.
She held it out.
"His production code."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"…You carry that around?"
Chase's expression didn't change.
"It ensures cooperation."
Sico stepped forward and took it.
Examining it briefly.
Memorizing.
Nick leaned slightly closer, squinting at it.
"…Yeah, that definitely looks official."
Chase lowered her hand.
"Use it if necessary."
Nick nodded slowly.
"…And you want us to go ask him what happened."
Chase met his gaze.
"Yes."
Nick smirked faintly.
"…Of course you do."
He glanced sideways at Sico.
"…What do you think?"
Sico didn't answer immediately.
He stood still.
Silent.
Processing.
Not just the request.
But everything connected to it.
The location.
The risk.
The timing.
Kasumi.
Acadia.
Far Harbor.
Then finally.
"We accept."
Nick blinked.
"…That was quick."
Sico looked at him.
"If we leave, we require a reason to return."
Nick stared at him for a second.
Then let out a quiet laugh.
"…You're planning ahead."
Sico didn't deny it.
Chase observed that exchange carefully.
Then gave a small nod.
"Then we have an understanding."
Nick rubbed the back of his neck again.
"…Yeah."
"Guess we do."
He glanced around the living area.
Then back toward the stairs they had just come from.
"…And in the meantime?"
Chase answered.
"You wait."
Nick exhaled slowly.
"…Right."
He looked at Sico.
"So what, we both go?"
Sico shook his head.
"No."
Nick frowned.
"…No?"
Sico spoke simply.
"You remain."
Nick blinked.
"…Excuse me?"
Sico met his gaze.
"You are more effective here."
Nick stared at him for a second.
"…You're leaving me here?"
"Yes."
Nick let out a short breath.
"…Alright."
"Didn't expect that."
He folded his arms again, thinking.
"…And what exactly am I supposed to do while you're out there chasing missing synths?"
Sico answered without hesitation.
"Engage Kasumi."
Nick raised an eyebrow.
"…You mean talk to her."
"Yes."
Nick smirked faintly.
"Yeah."
"That's what I do."
He glanced toward Chase.
"…You good with that?"
Chase nodded once.
"As long as you respect her decision."
Nick gave a small nod.
"Yeah."
"We covered that."
Sico turned slightly.
Already shifting focus.
"Maintain communication."
Nick tilted his head.
"…You say that like we've got radios."
Sico didn't respond.
Because they didn't.
Nick sighed.
"…Right."
"Just don't take too long."
Sico nodded once.
Then turned.
Without hesitation.
Without pause.
He moved toward the exit.
Nick watched him go for a second.
"…You really don't waste time, do you?"
No answer.
Of course.
Chase stepped aside, allowing Sico to pass.
"I'll have the gate opened."
Sico nodded once.
Then he was gone.
Moving back through the corridor.
Upward.
Toward the surface.
Toward the outside world again.
The walk back up felt shorter.
Not because it was.
But because his focus had already shifted.
Mission.
Objective.
Execution.
The dome passed by again.
Faraday barely looked up this time, absorbed in his work.
DiMA remained still, though there was the faintest shift in his posture as Sico moved through.
Aware.
Always aware.
But no words were exchanged.
None needed.
Then the outer door.
The corridor.
The reinforced gate.
It opened with the same heavy, grinding sound as before.
And the fog returned.
Cold.
Waiting.
Unchanged.
Sico stepped through without hesitation.
The gate closed behind him.
And just like that.
Acadia was behind him.
Again.
The power armor soldiers stood exactly where they had been left.
Unmoving.
Unwavering.
Sentinels against the fog.
One of them turned slightly as Sico approached.
"Status?"
Sico answered.
"Objective partially complete."
Nick's absence was noted.
But not questioned.
"New directive," Sico continued.
"Return to Far Harbor."
The soldier nodded.
"Understood."
The formation shifted.
Subtly.
Efficiently.
Weapons checked.
Positions adjusted.
Ready to move.
Sico looked back once.
At the gate.
At the structure beyond it.
At everything inside.
Then turned forward again.
"Move."
And they did.
Back down the slope.
Back into the fog.
Back through the island.
Toward Far Harbor.
Inside Acadia, Nick remained.
Standing in the quiet of the living area.
Watching the space.
Listening to the hum.
The movement.
The life.
He exhaled slowly.
"…Well," he muttered to himself, "guess it's just you and me now, kid."
Not that Kasumi could hear him.
Not yet.
But soon.
He pushed himself off the wall and started walking.
Back toward the stairs.
The stairwell swallowed Nick again as he started back down.
The sounds of the intermediate level faded behind him with quiet conversations, the soft clatter of tools, the steady rhythm of a place trying to be more than what it was built for.
Down below, things were simpler.
Not easier.
But clearer.
People didn't pretend as much down there.
They worked.
They thought.
They held onto whatever reason they had for being here.
Nick moved slowly this time.
Not rushing.
Not hesitating either.
Just pacing himself.
Because he knew this wasn't going to be quick.
And because, for once, there wasn't anything chasing him.
No Trappers.
No Fog Crawlers.
No immediate threat.
Just a conversation waiting to happen again.
And somehow, that felt heavier.
The metal steps creaked under his boots, each sound echoing faintly in the narrow space. He kept his eyes forward, but his mind wasn't.
Not entirely.
It lingered on Kasumi.
On the way she had looked at them.
Not scared.
Not relieved.
Just caught.
Between something she couldn't explain and something she didn't want to face.
"…Yeah," Nick muttered under his breath as he descended. "This is gonna take a while."
While far away from Acadia, the fog closed in again.
Thick.
Cold.
Relentless.
Sico moved through it without slowing.
The power armor soldiers followed close behind, their heavy footsteps cutting through the silence in steady, rhythmic beats.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The sound didn't echo the same way it had near Acadia.
Here, the forest swallowed it.
Muted it.
Turned it into something dull and distant.
The path downward felt steeper this time.
Not physically.
But in urgency.
The mission had shifted.
Not ended.
Just… redirected.
"Maintain formation," Sico said calmly.
"Confirmed."
The soldiers adjusted slightly, tightening their spacing as the terrain grew denser again. Trees pressed closer together, their twisted branches clawing at the edges of the path. The ground softened underfoot, damp earth sucking lightly at each step.
Visibility dropped.
The fog thickened.
And with it, the island returned.
Not the quiet version they had walked through earlier.
Not the measured climb toward Acadia.
But the living, breathing threat that never truly left.
Sico didn't slow.
He didn't need to.
His senses remained fixed.
Scanning.
Calculating.
Predicting.
"Movement," one of the soldiers reported.
Left flank.
Sico turned his head slightly.
"Direction."
"Northwest. Multiple signatures."
Not animals.
Too deliberate.
Too scattered.
"Trappers," Sico said.
Not a guess.
A conclusion.
They appeared seconds later.
Shapes moving through the fog.
Fast.
Uncoordinated.
But aggressive.
Figures emerged between the trees, weapons raised from makeshift rifles, blades, rusted tools repurposed into instruments of violence.
Wild.
Unpredictable.
Hungry.
"There!" one of them shouted, voice breaking through the mist.
And then there gunfire.
The first shot cracked through the forest, sharp and sudden.
It missed.
Barely.
But it didn't matter.
The ambush had begun.
"Engage," Sico ordered.
The response was immediate.
Controlled.
Precise.
The power armor soldiers moved as one, weapons rising in synchronized motion.
The difference was immediate.
Where the Trappers were chaotic, they were not.
The first soldier fired.
A clean burst.
One Trapper dropped instantly, the impact throwing him backward into the undergrowth.
Another charged.
Screaming.
A blade raised high.
He didn't make it three steps.
A second burst cut him down mid-stride.
The fog filled with sound.
Gunfire.
Shouting.
The crack of weapons and the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground.
But it didn't last long.
It never did.
Not like this.
Not against them.
Sico moved forward through it all, his movements efficient, his weapon steady. He didn't rush.
Didn't waste motion.
Every shot placed.
Every step calculated.
A Trapper lunged from the side, but it's too late.
Sico turned.
Fired once.
The body collapsed.
Silence returned just as quickly as it had been broken.
The fog swallowed the aftermath.
The smell of gunpowder lingered faintly.
"Area clear," one of the soldiers reported.
Sico didn't respond immediately.
He scanned.
Waited.
Listened.
Nothing.
Then.
"Move."
They didn't stop.
Didn't check the bodies.
Didn't linger.
Because on this island, standing still was just another way to die.
The forest shifted again as they moved.
The terrain leveled slightly.
The trees thinned.
But the fog remained.
Always.
A constant presence.
Time passed.
Measured not in minutes.
But in distance.
In steps.
In the rhythm of movement.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
Then there another sound.
Different this time.
Not human.
Not scattered.
Heavy.
Low.
"Contact," a soldier said.
Front.
Sico saw it first.
A shape moving slowly through the fog.
Then another.
Massive.
Armored.
The ground seemed to tremble faintly under their weight.
"Fog Crawlers," Sico confirmed.
The creatures emerged fully seconds later.
Towering forms.
Chitinous shells glistening with moisture.
Eyes reflecting faint light through the mist.
They moved with unsettling purpose.
Not rushing.
Not panicking.
Just… advancing.
Nick had been right earlier.
These things didn't hesitate.
They attacked.
"Hold position," Sico ordered.
The soldiers spread slightly, maintaining distance.
Weapons raised.
Ready.
The first Fog Crawler let out a low, grinding sound and charged.
Fast.
Far too fast for something that size.
"Fire."
The forest erupted again.
Rounds slammed into the creature's shell, sparks and fragments scattering as the impact echoed through the fog.
It didn't stop.
It barreled forward, claws slashing through the air then one of the soldiers stepped in its path.
Braced.
The impact was brutal.
Metal clashed against chitin with a heavy, crushing force.
They held.
Barely.
Hydraulics screamed under the strain.
"Target weak points," Sico commanded.
The others adjusted instantly.
Aimed.
Focused fire.
Joints.
Underbelly.
The creature staggered.
Roared.
Then collapsed.
The ground shook as it hit.
The second one came from the side.
Sico moved.
Fast.
Closing the distance.
Weapon raised.
He fired at close range, rounds tearing into the thinner plating beneath its front limbs. The creature recoiled, thrashing wildly.
A soldier moved in behind it.
Fired.
Again.
Again.
Until it dropped.
Silence.
Heavy.
Final.
The fog closed in again.
Hiding the bodies.
Erasing the moment.
"Status," Sico said.
"All units operational."
He nodded once.
"Proceed."
And they did.
Again.
No pause.
No rest.
Just movement.
Forward.
Toward Far Harbor.
The landscape began to change.
Gradually.
The forest loosened its grip.
The ground became more stable.
Less hostile.
Still dangerous.
But familiar.
The faint outline of structures began to appear through the fog.
Distant at first.
Then clearer.
Wooden frames.
Barriers.
The outer edges of something built.
Something held together.
Far Harbor.
Sico didn't slow.
But the soldiers adjusted their formation again.
Less combat-ready.
More controlled.
Recognizable.
"Approaching settlement," one of them reported.
Ahead.
The gate.
Closed.
Guarded.
Figures stood atop the wooden defenses, weapons in hand, silhouettes barely visible through the fog.
Then.
Recognition.
One of the guards leaned forward slightly.
"…Hold on."
Another voice followed.
"That's them."
Movement along the wall.
Weapons lowering.
Tension easing.
"Open the gate!" someone called.
Below, the gatekeeper moved quickly, pulling at the heavy mechanism that held the reinforced doors shut.
The wood groaned.
Chains rattled.
And slowly, the gate began to open.
Sico and the soldiers approached without breaking stride.
The guards watched them carefully as they entered.
Not afraid.
But respectful.
Familiar.
One of the Freemasons soldiers stationed at the gate gave a short nod.
"Back already?"
Sico stepped through the opening.
"Yes."
The gatekeeper looked between them, then back at Sico.
"…Everything alright out there?"
Sico paused for half a second.
Then answered simply.
"No."
Not elaborated.
Not explained.
Just truth.
The gate closed behind them with a heavy thud, and just like that they were back at Far Harbor.
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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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