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Or maybe just not fully aware yet, as things were about to change.
The door stayed closed behind him.
But the world beyond it didn't stop.
It never did.
Far Harbor moved the way it always had with quietly strained, held together by effort more than certainty. The docks creaked under weight and weather, ropes pulled tight against posts that had been repaired too many times to count, and the wind carried that familiar mix of salt, damp wood, and something older that never quite left this place.
Inside the base, things had shifted.
Orders had been given.
A line had been crossed.
And now, it was only a matter of time.
Morning didn't arrive cleanly.
It never did here.
It crept in the same way everything else did on the island that slow, muted, filtered through layers of fog that softened the light until it barely felt like morning at all.
But it was enough.
Enough to move.
Enough to act.
Sico stepped out of the base just as the light began to settle into something recognizable.
The air was cold.
Sharper than the night before.
The fog still hung low across the harbor, drifting between buildings and rolling over the water like something alive, something patient.
The docks stretched out ahead.
Weathered planks, damp from condensation, groaning faintly under their own age.
Far Harbor was already awake.
Not fully.
But enough.
Dockworkers moved in small groups, hauling nets, adjusting crates, checking lines. Their voices were low, practical. No wasted words. No unnecessary noise.
Survival didn't leave room for that.
But there was something else in the air this morning.
Something different.
Expectation.
Not spoken.
But present.
Sico moved forward.
Boots striking wood.
CLANK.
CLANK.
CLANK.
The sound carried farther here.
Clearer.
More defined than in the forest.
Heads turned.
Not all at once.
But gradually.
People noticed.
They always did.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
But awareness.
Recognition.
Because they knew something was coming.
Even if they didn't know what.
Sico stopped near the edge of the main dock.
His gaze moved out over the water.
The fog was thicker there.
Rolling low across the surface, obscuring distance, swallowing the horizon.
For a moment, there was nothing.
Just gray.
Then there's movement.
Faint at first.
A shadow where there shouldn't be one.
Then another.
Then more.
Sico didn't speak.
Didn't need to.
Behind him, the soldiers shifted slightly.
Attention sharpening.
"Contact," one of them said quietly.
Sico's voice was calm.
"Visual confirmed."
The shapes grew clearer as they pushed through the fog.
Low silhouettes cutting through the water.
Engines humming beneath the surface of the soundscape.
Not loud.
Not aggressive.
But steady.
Controlled.
Boats.
Multiple.
The fog parted just enough as they approached.
And then they were visible.
Eight patrol boats.
Moving in formation.
Six forward.
Two slightly behind.
Structured.
Deliberate.
Each one cutting a path through the water like it belonged there.
Like it had done this before.
Dockworkers stopped what they were doing.
Some stood still.
Others moved closer to the edges, trying to see through the fog as the shapes grew larger, more defined.
"…That's not local," someone muttered.
"…No," another replied quietly.
"…That's something else."
Sico didn't move.
His gaze remained fixed.
Tracking.
Counting.
Six boats carrying soldiers.
Two carrying supplies.
Exactly as planned.
Exactly as ordered.
The engines grew louder as the boats closed the distance, the low mechanical hum echoing faintly against the wooden structures of the harbor.
Chains rattled softly where they hung.
Water shifted.
Lapped harder against the dock.
And then the first boat broke fully through the fog.
Metal hull.
Reinforced.
Clean lines compared to anything Far Harbor had.
Behind it, the others followed.
One by one.
Emerging.
Real.
Present.
Not a possibility anymore.
A reality.
The lead boat adjusted its angle, slowing as it approached the dock. The others mirrored the movement, spacing themselves carefully, maintaining control even in the tight harbor space.
No rushing.
No chaos.
Precision.
The first hull touched the dock with a dull, controlled bump.
Ropes were thrown.
Caught.
Secured.
The second boat followed.
Then the third.
Until all eight had settled into position.
The harbor had never looked like this before.
Not with this level of organization.
Not with this kind of force.
For a moment everything stilled.
Then the ramps dropped.
Heavy.
Solid.
And the soldiers began to disembark.
One by one.
Then in groups.
Power armor units stepping down first, their weight causing the wooden planks to groan under pressure.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The sound echoed across the harbor, louder now, layered, multiplied.
More soldiers followed behind them.
Disciplined.
Ordered.
Weapons secured.
Eyes scanning.
Not aggressive.
But ready.
Always ready.
The dockworkers stepped back instinctively.
Not out of panic.
But because they understood.
Space was needed.
This wasn't a casual arrival.
This was something structured.
Something controlled.
Something that changed things.
The supply boats came last.
Their ramps lowered with the same heavy finality.
Crates were visible immediately.
Stacked.
Secured.
Marked.
Medical supplies.
Ammunition.
Reinforcement materials.
Rations.
Everything Sico had requested.
Everything Albert had promised.
Soldiers moved to unload them without waiting for instruction.
Teams formed instantly.
Crates were lifted.
Carried.
Transferred to the dock.
No wasted motion.
No confusion.
Each movement had purpose.
Each step followed a pattern already understood.
Sico watched it all.
Silent.
Still.
Not admiring.
Not reacting.
Just confirming.
Everything was as it should be.
One of the newly arrived officers approached him.
Stopped a few steps away.
"Deployment complete," he said.
"Initial wave delivered."
Sico gave a slight nod.
"Acknowledged."
Behind them, the unloading continued.
Crates stacked along the dock.
Equipment checked.
Weapons verified.
The harbor shifted around it.
People watched.
Some with uncertainty.
Some with cautious hope.
Some with something harder to define.
But none of them ignored it.
They couldn't.
Because this wasn't subtle.
This was change made visible.
Once the last crate was offloaded, the boats didn't linger.
They didn't wait.
The crews moved quickly, efficiently, detaching ropes, retracting ramps.
Engines powered up again.
Low.
Controlled.
The first boat pulled away.
Then the second.
One by one, the eight patrol boats turned, cutting back into the fog the same way they had arrived.
No hesitation.
No delay.
They had done their part.
Now they would return.
Back to the Naval HQ.
To bring more.
More soldiers.
More supplies.
More structure.
The fog swallowed them again.
Just like before.
Until they were gone.
But this time, their absence didn't erase what they had brought.
Because it remained.
Standing.
Moving.
Building.
Sico turned.
His gaze moved across the newly arrived soldiers.
Dozens now.
More than Far Harbor had ever seen in one place.
More than it had ever had to rely on.
"Form up," he said.
The response was immediate.
"Confirmed."
The soldiers adjusted.
Lines forming.
Spacing correcting.
Order emerging from motion in seconds.
Sico stepped forward slightly.
His voice carried.
Not loud.
But clear.
"New directive."
Every soldier focused.
Every movement stilled.
"Establish external defenses."
A brief pause.
"Expand perimeter beyond current gate."
The words landed.
Understood instantly.
"Confirmed."
Sico continued.
"Priority: structural reinforcement."
"Secondary: defensive positioning."
Another pause.
"Execution begins now."
No hesitation.
No delay.
The soldiers moved.
Immediately.
Teams broke off in assigned directions.
Some moved toward the gate.
Others toward the outer edges of the settlement.
Supplies were redirected.
Crates opened.
Materials distributed.
Metal plating.
Reinforcement beams.
Support structures.
Tools.
Everything that had been brought was already being put to use.
Outside the gate, the first units moved into position.
Clearing ground.
Marking lines.
Expanding the defensive reach beyond what Far Harbor had ever held before.
Not just a barrier anymore.
A zone.
A controlled space.
Something that could push back.
Something that could hold.
Inside the harbor, people watched.
Some stepped closer.
Some stayed back.
But all of them saw it.
The beginning of something new.
Not survival.
Not barely holding on.
But control.
Real control.
Sico stood at the edge of it.
Watching.
Not with pride.
Not with satisfaction.
But with certainty.
Because this was only the first wave.
The harbor didn't settle after the boats left.
If anything, it shifted into something sharper.
More defined.
Less like a place reacting to events and more like a place beginning to shape them.
The sound of engines faded into the fog, swallowed just like everything else beyond the waterline, but what they left behind didn't fade.
It stayed.
It moved.
It worked.
Sico didn't move from his position immediately.
He stood at the edge of the dock, watching as the newly arrived soldiers spread out with purpose, their movements slotting into place as if they had always been here.
No confusion.
No hesitation.
Just execution.
Crates were already being broken open, their contents sorted with quiet efficiency. Metal beams were lifted and carried toward the gate. Reinforcement panels followed. Tools passed from hand to hand without words needing to be spoken.
Everything had been decided before they even stepped off the boats.
Now it was just happening.
Sico stepped forward.
Not rushed.
Not slow.
Just deliberate.
His boots struck the dock with that same steady rhythm as before.
CLANK.
CLANK.
CLANK.
But now, the sound didn't stand alone.
It layered.
Echoed by dozens more.
The harbor had never sounded like this.
He passed the first group unloading structural supports, their movements precise as they carried long sections of reinforced metal toward the outer gate.
"Stabilize load distribution," Sico said as he walked past.
One of the soldiers adjusted his grip immediately.
"Confirmed."
They shifted formation without breaking stride, spacing themselves to carry the weight more evenly across the unstable planks of the dock.
No wasted motion.
No argument.
Just correction.
Sico continued.
Toward the gate.
That was where the change mattered most.
The current barrier of Far Harbor had always been a line.
A final line.
Something that kept things out, barely.
But it had never been enough.
Not really.
And now it wouldn't be the only one.
As Sico approached, he could already see the difference.
Teams had begun marking positions beyond the gate, using stakes driven into the ground to define a wider perimeter. Measurements were being taken. Distances calculated.
Not guesswork.
Not improvisation.
Planning.
Execution.
Expansion.
The gate itself stood open now, guarded on both sides by armed units while the work extended outward into the fog.
A few Harbormen stood nearby, watching.
Not interfering.
Not yet participating either.
But they were closer than they had been before.
Curious.
Measuring.
Trying to understand what this would mean.
Sico stepped past them without acknowledgment, moving through the gate and into the space beyond.
The air changed immediately.
Not dramatically.
But enough.
Outside the gate, the fog felt closer.
Heavier.
Like it pressed in just a little harder without the illusion of safety behind walls.
But now, that space was being claimed.
Soldiers were already clearing the ground, cutting away uneven brush and leveling sections of dirt to create stable foundations. Others followed behind them, placing reinforced plates into the ground, anchoring them with driven supports.
Metal struck earth.
Tools clanged.
Voices stayed low.
Controlled.
Everything moved with intent.
Sico stopped at the center of the expanding line.
Watched.
A soldier approached, helmet turning slightly toward him.
"Perimeter extension underway," he reported.
"Initial boundary established."
Sico's gaze moved across the area.
Measured.
"Reinforce outer line first," he said.
"Inner line secondary."
"Confirmed."
The soldier turned immediately, relaying the adjustment.
The shift happened almost instantly.
Teams redirected.
Resources repositioned.
The outermost line of defense thickened, gaining structure faster.
Not just a wall.
A buffer.
A space that would absorb impact before it ever reached the gate.
Sico moved again.
Walking the line.
Observing.
Correcting where needed.
A section of ground dipped slightly where support beams were being placed.
"Elevation uneven," he said.
"Adjust base."
The soldiers working there paused for half a second, reassessing.
"Confirmed."
They shifted, digging deeper into the soil before resetting the beam, ensuring it would hold under pressure.
Another group worked on mounting firing positions along the emerging structure.
Raised platforms.
Angles calculated.
Lines of sight mapped.
Not random placement.
Coverage.
Complete.
Sico's gaze lingered there for a moment.
Then moved on.
Further out.
Beyond the immediate construction zone.
Because defense wasn't just structure.
It was presence.
And that was already forming too.
Beyond the workers, patrol units had begun to move.
Small groups at first.
Then larger.
Spreading outward into the surrounding terrain.
Power armor units leading.
Regular soldiers supporting.
A moving perimeter.
Not waiting for threats to arrive.
Meeting them before they could.
Sico stepped toward the nearest patrol staging point.
A group of soldiers stood ready, checking weapons, adjusting positioning before moving out.
Two power armor units stood among them.
Still.
Heavy.
Silent.
But ready.
Always ready.
"Patrol routes established?" Sico asked.
One of the soldiers turned.
"Yes."
"Primary and secondary paths mapped."
Sico nodded once.
"Maintain overlap."
"Confirmed."
Because gaps were where things got through.
And there would be no gaps.
Not now.
The first patrol moved out moments later.
The power armor units stepped forward, leading the way into the fog.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The sound echoed outward, heavier now in the open space beyond the gate.
The rest followed behind them, spreading slightly as they moved, covering angles, watching every line of approach.
Sico watched them go.
Until the fog took them.
Then turned back.
Because there were more.
Another patrol group moved past him, heading in a different direction.
Then another.
Each one taking a different vector.
Encircling.
Expanding.
Claiming space that had never truly belonged to Far Harbor before.
Inside the gate, more Harbormen had gathered.
Watching.
Talking quietly among themselves.
One of them stepped forward slightly, closer to the edge of the expanding work.
"…You really think this is gonna hold?" he muttered to no one in particular.
A soldier nearby didn't look up.
"It will."
Not defensive.
Not aggressive.
Just certain.
The Harborman studied him for a moment.
Then looked back out at the work.
At the growing line of metal and structure pushing into the fog.
"…Never seen anything like it," he said quietly.
No one answered.
Because there wasn't anything to add.
Sico moved past them again.
Back toward the central position.
Where he could see both the construction and the patrol routes extending outward.
Everything was in motion now.
Exactly as it should be.
A group of soldiers carried a large reinforcement panel into position, lowering it carefully into place along the outer line. Others followed behind them, securing it, locking it into the growing structure.
Nearby, another team worked on setting up mounted defensive points.
Heavy weapons.
Stabilized.
Positioned to cover the open approaches.
Not for now.
But for what would come.
Because something always came.
The fog didn't stay quiet forever.
Sico's gaze shifted toward the outermost edge of visibility.
Where the patrols had disappeared.
Where the island waited.
Because it would respond.
Eventually.
It always did.
But this time would be different.
Because this time, they weren't waiting for it.
They were preparing for it.
One of the officers approached again.
"Outer patrol reports no immediate contact," he said.
Sico nodded.
"Maintain rotation."
"Confirmed."
Another soldier stepped forward from a different direction.
"Reinforcement line at thirty percent completion."
"Continue," Sico said.
"No delays."
"Yes."
The pace didn't slow.
Didn't falter.
If anything, it increased.
More soldiers moved to the outer line.
More materials brought forward.
The structure began to take shape.
Not just a barrier.
But a system.
Layered.
Supported.
Designed to hold.
Sico walked along it again.
Watching the progression.
The precision.
The discipline.
This wasn't survival anymore.
This was control being built piece by piece.
And beyond it, the patrols moved.
Through trees.
Over uneven ground.
Across the shifting terrain that had claimed so many before.
But now, they moved with structure.
With coordination.
With power.
Power armor units at the front of each group, their presence alone enough to deter smaller threats.
And if something larger came, it would be met.
Not at the gate.
Not at the walls.
But out there.
Before it ever reached them.
Sico stopped once more at the edge of the expanding perimeter.
Watched as another patrol disappeared into the fog.
The fog didn't push back.
It hung there just beyond the reach of the expanding perimeter, thick and patient, as if watching and waiting to see what this new line would become.
Sico stood at the edge of it, unmoving, as another patrol faded into gray. The rhythm of construction behind him continued without pause witb metal striking earth, boots shifting position, low voices exchanging precise instructions. Everything was controlled.
Everything was advancing.
And for the first time since stepping onto this island, Far Harbor wasn't just reacting.
It was reaching outward.
A shift.
Subtle.
But undeniable.
Sico's gaze remained fixed on the fog for a few seconds longer.
Then footsteps.
Not armored.
Lighter.
Measured.
Approaching from behind.
He didn't turn immediately.
Didn't need to.
He already knew who it was.
Avery.
She stopped a few steps behind him, close enough to be heard over the work, but not so close that it broke the space he was holding.
For a moment, she didn't speak.
Her eyes moved across the scene instead.
The soldiers.
The structure rising where there had only ever been open ground.
The patrols moving in and out of visibility.
The scale of it.
The intent.
"…You don't do things halfway," she said finally.
Her voice wasn't loud.
Didn't need to be.
Sico turned his head slightly.
Just enough to acknowledge her presence.
"No."
Avery let out a quiet breath.
Not surprise.
More like confirmation.
"…Yeah."
Her gaze lingered on the outer line where another reinforcement panel was being lowered into place, the soldiers working in perfect synchronization as they secured it.
"…I've been watching this since morning," she continued.
"…People have too."
Sico didn't respond.
But he listened.
Avery shifted her stance slightly, crossing her arms—not defensive, just grounding herself again.
"…You've got them moving like they've been doing this their whole lives."
There was something in her tone now.
Not doubt.
Respect.
Measured.
Sico's response was simple.
"They are trained."
Avery gave a small nod.
"…Yeah. That shows."
Another pause.
She glanced toward the gate, where more Harbormen had gathered now. Not just watching from a distance anymore.
Closer.
Talking.
Pointing.
Some even stepping forward to observe the work more directly.
"…They're not just watching anymore," Avery said quietly.
Sico followed her gaze briefly.
Observed.
Confirmed.
"Noted."
Avery uncrossed her arms.
Let them fall naturally at her sides.
"…That's actually why I came."
Sico turned slightly more toward her now.
Not fully.
But enough.
"State."
Avery didn't hesitate.
"Do you need more help?"
The question landed clean.
Direct.
Sico's gaze held steady.
"Clarify."
Avery nodded once, already expecting that.
"…You've got your soldiers doing most of the work," she said, gesturing lightly toward the outer line.
"…And they're doing it well."
A pause.
"…But we've got people who can help."
Her eyes flicked back toward the gathered Harbormen.
"…Not just stand around and watch."
Sico processed that.
Quick.
Efficient.
"Capability?"
Avery gave a faint smile.
"…They're not your people."
"Not trained like that."
"But they know this land."
"They know how things hold."
"How things break."
Another pause.
"…And they're willing."
That last word carried more weight than the others.
Because willingness wasn't something Far Harbor gave easily.
Not to outsiders.
Not to something like this.
Sico's gaze sharpened slightly.
"Source of willingness."
Avery let out a small breath.
"…You."
Simple.
Again.
"And what they're seeing."
She gestured toward the expanding perimeter.
"…This."
"…This is different."
Another pause.
"…It's not just talk anymore."
Sico didn't respond.
But he understood.
Avery continued.
"I've been talking to them since yesterday."
"After you left."
"After everything started moving."
Her tone stayed steady.
Measured.
"…Some of them still don't like it."
"That's not going to change overnight."
A faint shift in her expression.
"…But they're not fighting it either."
That mattered.
A lot.
Sico's voice came again.
"Opposition level."
Avery shook her head slightly.
"…Low."
"Lower than I expected."
Then she added:
"…Especially from him."
Sico didn't need clarification.
But he gave it anyway.
"Allen Lee."
Avery nodded.
"…Yeah."
There was a brief silence after that.
Not empty.
Just significant.
Because Allen wasn't just another Harborman.
He was resistance.
He was the voice that pushed back hardest against anything from the mainland.
Against outsiders.
Against change.
And now.
"…He came to me this morning," Avery said.
Sico's gaze didn't shift.
But his attention sharpened.
"Intent."
Avery gave a faint, almost incredulous smile.
"…Said he wants to help."
That hung there.
For a second.
Maybe two.
Because even she didn't rush past it.
"…Didn't dress it up," she continued.
"Didn't try to explain it away."
"Just said…"
She paused.
Replaying it.
"…'If they're building something that keeps us alive, I'm not gonna stand here and watch it happen without doing something.'"
Sico processed that.
Carefully.
Not emotionally.
But structurally.
"Motivation: survival."
Avery nodded.
"…That's part of it."
Then she added, quieter:
"…But it's more than that."
Sico waited.
Avery's gaze drifted briefly toward the outer line again.
"…He's seen too many people die."
"…Too many times where the walls didn't hold."
A pause.
"…This is the first time he's seen something that might actually change that."
Another silence settled between them.
The sound of construction continued around them.
Metal striking.
Voices coordinating.
The distant, steady rhythm of patrol units moving through the fog.
Sico spoke again.
"Trust level."
Avery didn't answer immediately.
She considered it.
Honestly.
"…Not complete," she said.
"…But enough."
A beat.
"…Enough for this."
Sico's gaze shifted back toward the outer line.
Watched as another section of reinforcement locked into place.
Measured.
Calculated.
"Conditional integration."
Avery nodded instantly.
"…That's fair."
"Supervised."
"Yes."
"Task-specific."
"Of course."
No resistance.
No argument.
Because she understood.
This wasn't about handing control over.
It was about extending capability.
Carefully.
Deliberately.
Sico turned slightly more toward her now.
"Assign Harbormen to support roles."
"Under soldier oversight."
Avery's expression eased slightly.
Not relief.
But alignment.
"…I can do that."
She glanced back toward the gate again.
"…They're already gathering."
Another pause.
"…Allen's with them."
Sico didn't react outwardly.
But the information registered.
Avery stepped a fraction closer.
"…You want to talk to him?"
Sico considered it.
For half a second.
"No."
Avery blinked once.
Not confused.
Just recalibrating.
"…No?"
"Not required."
The answer was simple.
Clear.
Avery studied him for a moment.
Then gave a small nod.
"…Alright."
And she understood why.
Because this wasn't about convincing Allen.
That had already happened.
This was about action.
Execution.
And words wouldn't add to that.
Avery straightened slightly.
"…I'll organize them."
"Break them into groups."
"Send them out here."
Sico nodded once.
"Proceed."
She turned.
Then paused.
Just briefly.
"…You know," she said without looking back, "if someone told me a week ago that Allen Lee would be asking to help mainland soldiers build defenses outside our gate…"
A faint exhale.
"…I wouldn't have believed them."
Sico didn't respond.
Because belief wasn't relevant.
Only outcome.
Avery continued.
"…But here we are."
Then she stepped away.
Heading back toward the gate.
Her pace steady.
Purposeful.
Within minutes, the shift became visible.
Harbormen began to move.
Not just gathering.
Organizing.
Groups forming under Avery's direction.
Some carried tools.
Others brought what materials they had available from wooden supports, rope, salvage pieces that could still be used.
And at the front of one of those groups was Allen.
He moved with that same grounded, heavy presence he always carried.
Broad shoulders.
Weathered face.
Eyes that had seen too much of this place.
But there was something different in how he walked now.
Not hesitation.
Not resistance.
Decision.
He stepped through the gate with the others.
His gaze immediately scanning the work.
The soldiers.
The structure.
Measuring.
Assessing.
Then his eyes found Sico.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
The space between them held.
Not hostile.
Not friendly.
Just… real.
Allen took a few steps forward.
Stopped a short distance away.
Close enough to speak.
Not close enough to assume anything more.
"…Looks like you're building something that might actually hold," he said.
His voice was rough.
Grounded.
No pretense.
Sico met his gaze.
"Yes."
Allen gave a small nod.
"…Good."
A pause.
Then:
"…We're not here to get in your way."
Sico didn't respond.
Allen continued.
"…We'll follow your lead out here."
That wasn't submission.
It wasn't surrender.
It was practicality.
Survival.
"…Just tell us where we're needed."
Sico studied him for a second.
Then spoke.
"Support outer reinforcement."
"Material transport."
"Structural stabilization."
Allen nodded once.
Already understanding.
"…Alright."
He turned slightly, gesturing to the group behind him.
"…You heard him."
No shouting.
No dramatics.
Just direction.
And they moved.
Harbormen stepped forward, integrating into the workflow.
Not perfectly.
Not with the same precision as the soldiers.
But with familiarity.
With knowledge of the terrain.
They lifted beams.
Carried materials.
Assisted where directed.
And the soldiers adapted.
Guiding.
Correcting.
Without friction.
Without resistance.
Because the objective was shared.
The outer line grew faster now.
More hands.
More movement.
More structure taking shape against the fog.
Sico watched it all.
Silent.
Still.
Not with satisfaction.
Not with pride.
But with confirmation.
This was working.
Not perfectly.
But effectively.
The patrols continued beyond.
Power armor units moving through the trees, their presence steady and unyielding as they swept the surrounding terrain.
No Trappers approached.
No fog crawlers.
No gulpers.
Whether it was fear, coincidence, or something else as the island hadn't tested the line yet.
But it would.
It always did.
Sico's gaze lifted slightly toward the fog once more.
Watching.
Waiting.
Because this was only the beginning of something larger and now, for the first time, they weren't building it alone.
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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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