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Ahead, deeper inside the Nucleus perimeter, sirens continued echoing endlessly through the cliffs and industrial ruins surrounding the submarine base.
The battlefield had changed again.
Not quieter.
Never quieter.
But different.
The wild chaos of the outer outskirts had started narrowing into something tighter and even more dangerous as the assault force pushed deeper toward the heart of the Nucleus.
The Children of Atom were falling back now.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Not routing.
Not collapsing.
Retreating with discipline toward the inner submarine sectors buried inside the cliffs.
And that alone frightened the veterans more than panic ever could.
Because fanatics running away was manageable.
Fanatics choosing where they wanted to make their final stand was something else entirely.
The radiation haze drifted across the ruined perimeter like poisonous fog while Geiger counters continued screaming against armored chests and tactical vests throughout the battlefield.
Ticktickticktick.
The sound had become part of the war now.
As constant as gunfire.
As constant as breathing.
Sico moved through the advancing assault line wearing the gas mask sealed tightly against his face while condensation fogged the lower corners of the visor with every breath.
The mask changed everything.
Voices became distorted through radio systems and respirators.
Breathing sounded mechanical.
Heavy.
Every inhale reminded soldiers exactly what kind of place they were marching into.
Ahead of them the entrance sectors leading deeper into the Nucleus rose through smoke and cliffs like the gates of something cursed.
Concrete reinforced into the rock.
Industrial tunnel systems.
Defensive blast doors partially hidden beneath years of rust, radiation stains, and Atom symbols painted across steel surfaces.
And somewhere beneath all of it, the submarine.
The warheads.
Enough nuclear fire to erase the island if things went wrong.
Which meant artillery was gone now.
No support except what marched beside them.
One Sentinel rolled forward through the radioactive haze while its machine guns continued firing short controlled bursts toward retreating Children defenders scrambling between ruined barricades and tunnel entrances farther ahead.
The cultists outside were dying in horrifying numbers now.
Not because they stopped fighting.
Because the open ground favored the armor.
A Children machine-gun team attempted setting up behind the wreckage of a collapsed transport loader near the southern ridge.
The Sentinel saw them immediately.
The heavy gun roared.
The entire position disappeared beneath armor-piercing rounds and shattered concrete.
Nearby, another group of cultists tried dragging wounded defenders toward the tunnel approaches before a Humvee turret opened fire across the roadway.
Bodies dropped into the mud almost instantly.
The survivors scattered toward the entrance sectors while tracer fire chased them through the smoke.
Inside one advancing infantry column, a young soldier lowered his rifle slightly after watching several Children defenders cut apart by machine-gun fire near the cliffs.
"They're getting slaughtered out there."
The older veteran beside him never looked away from the battlefield ahead.
"They know."
"Then why stay outside at all?"
"Buying time."
That was exactly what the Children were doing.
Every squad left outside the entrances.
Every sniper remaining in the ruins.
Every desperate ambush launched from contaminated trench systems.
All of it existed for one reason now.
Delay.
Hold the attackers long enough for the defenders inside the Nucleus to prepare.
And they were succeeding more than anyone wanted to admit.
Because even while falling back, the Children kept hurting them.
One Humvee advancing through the western approach suddenly exploded sideways after hitting a buried mine hidden beneath crater mud and debris.
The blast tore the front axle apart in a violent eruption of smoke and metal.
The vehicle slammed onto its side.
Soldiers inside screamed.
Children fighters immediately opened fire from elevated refinery ruins overlooking the roadway.
"Ambush left side!"
Far Harbor infantry returned fire instantly while medics sprinted toward the overturned vehicle through radiation haze and incoming rounds.
One wounded driver crawled halfway out of the wreckage covered in blood before collapsing beside the burning tire assembly.
A medic reached him first.
Another sniper round struck the Humvee windshield inches from her head.
"MOVE HIM!"
The battlefield swallowed the rest beneath gunfire again.
Farther ahead, the Sentinels kept advancing relentlessly through the ruined outskirts while the Children defenders outside gradually lost ground sector by sector.
The armored vehicles had become monsters inside the radiation clouds.
Massive shapes emerging through green haze and drifting smoke while their weapons pounded anything resembling organized resistance.
One Sentinel crushed directly through a barricade built from burned trucks, sandbags, and radiation barrels while cultists fired desperately from behind it.
The heavy machine gun answered first.
Then the cannon.
BOOM.
The explosion rolled across the cliffs hard enough to shake loose debris from the rocks overhead.
The barricade ceased existing afterward.
So did most of the defenders behind it.
Still more Children fighters kept retreating toward the entrance sectors deeper inside the cliffs.
Some wounded.
Some carrying others.
Some still firing backward while screaming prayers through blood-covered mouths and radiation burns.
One older cultist with half his robes burned away staggered through the smoke helping a younger defender walk toward the tunnel entrances despite taking rounds through the shoulder already.
He kept moving anyway.
Faith carried people farther than pain sometimes.
Sico watched them disappear deeper toward the interior defenses while another rifle squad pushed past his position toward the cliffs.
The soldiers around him looked exhausted now even beneath the masks.
Movements slower.
Shoulders heavier.
Eyes bloodshot behind scratched visors.
Radiation sickness already started chewing at some of them.
One infantryman stumbled briefly against a shattered wall while checking his Geiger counter.
The medic beside him grabbed his arm immediately.
"You good?"
The soldier nodded too fast.
"Fine."
"You're pale."
"Everybody's pale."
Fair point.
The medic shoved another suppressant injector into his vest pouch anyway.
"Use it if the numbers climb."
He didn't argue.
Nobody argued with medics anymore.
Not after seeing how many people stopped breathing today.
Ahead, the cliffs surrounding the Nucleus entrance sectors grew steeper and more fortified.
The Children had built layered defenses directly into the terrain itself.
Concrete trenches merged with natural rock formations.
Machine-gun nests overlooked narrow approach roads.
Heavy steel barriers forced attackers into chokepoints beneath overlapping sniper positions hidden somewhere above the cliffs.
And now the remaining defenders were pulling inside those positions.
Preparing for the next phase.
Mercer crouched beside Sico near the remains of a shattered checkpoint while checking casualty updates through a damaged field tablet.
His gas mask distorted his voice into rough static.
"We've pushed them almost entirely off the outer perimeter."
"Casualties?"
Mercer hesitated.
Too long.
"Bad."
That said enough.
Sico looked toward the advancing lines again.
Bodies littered the battlefield now behind them.
Far Harbor soldiers beside Children defenders.
Some motionless.
Some still crying for medics through smoke and radiation haze.
The outer outskirts had become a graveyard.
And they still weren't inside the Nucleus yet.
Ward approached through drifting smoke carrying a blood-streaked rifle while two soldiers followed behind him dragging additional ammunition crates scavenged from destroyed convoy vehicles.
"They're abandoning the surface sectors," Ward said through the respirator.
"Not completely," Mercer answered.
As if to prove the point, gunfire erupted suddenly from an elevated refinery catwalk overhead.
Children defenders hidden inside the rusted structure opened fire down onto the advancing infantry below.
Bullets sparked across concrete.
One soldier dropped instantly clutching his neck.
"Contact above!"
A Sentinel turret rotated upward immediately.
The cannon fired.
The entire catwalk vanished in fire and collapsing steel.
Burning debris rained across the roadway while several cultists fell screaming from the structure into the smoke below.
Then silence again.
Or as close to silence as war ever allowed.
Ward watched the burning wreckage for a second.
"They're sacrificing rear guards now."
Of course they were.
The Children of Atom understood they couldn't stop the armor outside forever.
So they were slowing it instead.
Bleeding it.
Buying every possible second for the defenders deeper inside the submarine sectors.
The assault force continued marching.
Slowly.
Surely.
Gas masks turning every soldier into a faceless figure moving through poison and fire beneath gray radioactive skies.
The radiation haze thickened closer to the entrance approaches.
Green smoke rolled from ruptured containment pipes along the cliffside while leaking barrels and shattered reactors spread contamination across the roadways.
The Children had poisoned their own approach routes intentionally.
One squad advanced through a narrow industrial corridor near the eastern cliffs only for their Geiger counters to spike violently again.
"Back!"
Too late.
One soldier collapsed against the wall vomiting inside his respirator while another nearly fell trying to drag him out of the contaminated pocket.
The medic checking them swore quietly.
"Exposure's climbing too fast."
Sico heard the report through comms immediately.
"Reroute through the southern trench lanes."
"But those sectors are still active!"
"Better bullets than radiation."
Nobody disagreed with that logic.
The Children used both anyway.
One cultist emerged suddenly through the glowing haze carrying a radiation sprayer modified into a weapon system.
Green mist blasted across the trench approach while he screamed Atom scripture through a cracked gas mask.
Far Harbor rifle fire tore him apart almost instantly.
But not before several soldiers' counters screamed into dangerous territory again.
The battlefield itself had become hostile to human life.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
Smoke.
Radiation.
Burning fuel.
Collapsed structures.
Bodies lying in contaminated water beneath endless Geiger clicks.
The island looked diseased.
Like civilization rotting in real time.
And through all of it, the assault force kept moving.
One step at a time.
One trench.
One bunker.
One ruined defensive line after another.
The Sentinels led almost every breakthrough now.
Without them the assault probably would've stalled already.
The Children knew it too.
Which was why they kept targeting the armor relentlessly.
A group of cultists hidden inside a maintenance culvert waited until the second Sentinel passed overhead before detonating explosives directly beneath the roadway.
The blast erupted violently.
The tank lurched sideways hard enough to nearly throw one of the machine gunners from the hatch.
"Track damage!"
Children fighters immediately surged from nearby ruins firing radiation rifles and pipe bombs toward the crippled armor.
The Sentinel answered with fury.
Its turret rotated almost point-blank.
The cannon fired directly into the charging defenders.
The explosion vaporized the front wave completely.
Far Harbor infantry poured forward afterward protecting the damaged vehicle while engineers rushed toward the crippled track assembly beneath covering fire.
One engineer slid through mud beside the damaged tank while bullets sparked around him.
"How bad?"
The crewman leaning from the hatch shouted back:
"Mobility compromised but weapons operational!"
Good enough.
For now.
The battle continued flowing around the crippled Sentinel anyway.
Because war never paused for repairs.
Not here.
Not today.
By late afternoon the outer Nucleus sectors had almost entirely fallen behind the advancing assault force.
The Children of Atom had withdrawn deeper into the cliffside defenses surrounding the actual entrance complex.
And the closer the attackers got—
the heavier the resistance became.
The entrance itself finally emerged fully through the smoke as the assault columns pushed across the last ruined approach roads.
Massive blast doors embedded into the cliffs.
Defensive towers positioned above them.
Machine-gun nests cut directly into the rock.
Floodlights glowing weakly through drifting radiation haze and black smoke.
The entrance looked less like a military base and more like the mouth of something waiting to swallow people whole.
Children defenders crowded those upper defenses now.
Dozens of them.
Maybe more.
Rifles ready.
Heavy weapons positioned behind barricades.
They had abandoned the outer ruins.
Now they intended to hold the entrance itself.
And judging from the amount of defensive fire already pouring, they intended to hold it until death.
One exhausted rifleman stared upward through his scratched gas mask visor while tracer rounds snapped overhead.
"They're all pulling inside."
The veteran beside him chambered another round into his rifle.
"Yeah."
The younger soldier looked toward the doors ahead.
"That means the real fight's starting now."
Gunfire rolled endlessly across the entrance sectors surrounding the Nucleus while smoke and radioactive haze drifted between shattered barricades, burning vehicles, and bodies scattered across the final approach roads.
The outer defenses were gone.
Broken.
Burned.
Abandoned behind the retreating Children of Atom.
But the defenders themselves were far from defeated.
If anything, they had become even more dangerous.
Because now they had nowhere left to fall back except inside.
And everyone on both sides understood exactly what waited beneath those cliffs.
The submarine base.
The warheads.
The sacred heart of the Nucleus.
The final battlefield.
Sico stood behind the remains of a blasted concrete barrier while tracer rounds screamed overhead toward the advancing assault lines. His gas mask muffled every breath into harsh mechanical rasping while the Geiger counter attached to his chest rig clicked relentlessly beneath the noise of battle.
Ahead, the massive blast-door entrance dominated the cliffs like the mouth of some buried monster.
Children defenders crowded every defensive level around it.
Machine guns flashed from elevated firing slits carved directly into the rock face. Snipers occupied broken refinery towers overlooking the approach roads. Barricades reinforced with scrap steel and sandbags blocked nearly every direct path toward the entrance sectors.
And the closer the assault force pushed, the harder the defenders fought.
A Sentinel cannon fired again.
BOOM.
The shell slammed into a fortified gun position above the western tower line, collapsing part of the cliffside defensive wall in fire and debris. Several Children defenders disappeared beneath falling concrete and shattered steel.
But more immediately replaced them.
Always more.
One cultist climbed directly onto the damaged barricade despite bullets tearing around him, screaming Atom prayers while firing a radiation rifle toward the infantry below until machine-gun rounds finally ripped him backward off the wall.
Another emerged through smoke carrying ammunition toward the defenders higher up the cliffs before collapsing from sniper fire halfway across the approach road.
Still others kept running forward anyway.
The defenders had accepted death already.
That made them terrifyingly difficult to stop.
Ward slid into cover beside Sico while reloading beneath incoming fire.
"They've got overlapping kill zones all across the approach."
"I see them."
"They're trying to funnel us into the center road."
Of course they were.
The center approach leading directly toward the blast doors offered the cleanest route.
Which meant it was also the deadliest.
Machine-gun fire ripped across the roadway almost nonstop now, pinning entire infantry squads behind wrecked vehicles and shattered concrete while sniper rounds cracked down from elevated positions above the cliffs.
Far Harbor soldiers tried advancing twice already.
Both pushes ended with bodies dragged backward through mud and radiation haze.
Mercer crouched nearby beside a damaged Humvee while checking the battlefield through binoculars smeared with ash and rainwater.
"They want the armor trapped in the choke point."
Sico looked toward the entrance sectors again.
The Sentinels remained devastating in open ground.
But the closer they got to the blast doors, the more confined the battlefield became.
Narrow lanes.
Elevated explosives.
Concealed anti-armor positions hidden among the cliffs.
The Children were baiting the tanks into terrain prepared specifically to kill them.
Sico keyed his radio immediately.
"All armor units hold position."
Static answered first.
Then confusion.
"Hold?"
"Confirm hold order?"
"Confirmed," Sico answered sharply. "Sentinels and Humvees maintain suppression only. Infantry advances on foot from here."
Several soldiers nearby looked toward the tanks instinctively after hearing that.
Nobody liked the idea.
But everyone understood it immediately too.
The armor had gotten them this far.
Now the terrain itself was becoming the enemy.
The lead Sentinel continued firing controlled cannon blasts toward the upper defenses while infantry squads reorganized behind crater lines and shattered barriers preparing for the next push.
Without the tanks leading directly ahead of them anymore, the soldiers suddenly looked far more vulnerable.
Human again.
Not hidden behind steel monsters.
Just tired people carrying rifles into hell.
Sico rose slightly behind cover while looking toward the defenders clustered around the entrance sectors.
Smoke rolled through the cliffs.
Tracer fire cut constantly across the haze.
The blast doors remained closed.
But smaller access corridors and maintenance tunnels surrounding the main entrance still connected into the deeper submarine complex.
That was where they needed to break through.
Somewhere.
Anywhere.
Before the Children reorganized completely.
"Second and third platoons push the southern trench lanes," Sico ordered through comms. "First platoon suppress upper towers. Engineers move with breach teams."
Ward nodded once.
Then turned toward the nearby infantry.
"You heard him!"
The soldiers moved immediately.
Not eagerly.
Nobody had energy left for eagerness.
But they moved.
Rifle squads surged forward from cover positions while machine-gun teams laid suppressive fire toward the cliffs above. Smoke grenades rolled across the center approach road, flooding the battlefield with thick white clouds beneath drifting green radiation haze.
The Sentinels joined the barrage seconds later.
Heavy machine guns thundered continuously into the upper defenses while Humvee turrets shredded visible firing positions across the cliffside.
The battlefield disappeared into smoke and gunfire almost instantly.
"Move move move!"
Ward led the first breach teams through the southern trench sectors where collapsed barriers and ruined maintenance structures offered partial cover toward the entrance walls.
Children defenders answered immediately.
Grenades rained downward from the upper platforms.
Machine guns erupted through concealed slits in the concrete.
One Far Harbor soldier vanished beneath a burst of automatic fire before even reaching the trench corner ahead.
Another stumbled screaming after shrapnel tore through his leg.
Still the breach teams kept advancing.
Because stopping meant dying slower.
A Children defender suddenly emerged from a side maintenance hatch carrying a radiation sprayer modified into a flamethrower-like weapon.
Green vapor blasted across the trench line.
Geiger counters shrieked violently.
Several soldiers recoiled instinctively while firing blindly through the contamination cloud.
The cultist died beneath concentrated rifle fire almost immediately.
But not before two infantrymen collapsed coughing violently inside their masks.
"Pull them back!"
Medics rushed forward while the assault continued around them.
No pause.
No time.
The entire entrance sector had become a grinder.
One engineer squad reached the outer maintenance barriers near the southern wall only for hidden Children fighters to detonate pre-positioned explosives above them.
Concrete and steel crashed downward through smoke.
Two engineers disappeared completely beneath the collapse.
The survivors staggered backward disoriented while defenders opened fire from murder holes hidden inside the wall structure itself.
"They're inside the damn walls!"
A Sentinel machine gun hammered the position from afar, finally silencing the firing slits in sparks and shattered concrete.
But the damage was done.
The Children knew every inch of this place.
Every hidden angle.
Every tunnel.
Every trap.
Farther north, another infantry squad managed to reach the first elevated platform surrounding the entrance sectors after climbing through shattered refinery supports beneath covering fire.
Close-range fighting erupted immediately afterward.
Rifles fired almost point-blank through smoke-choked corridors.
Shotguns blasted inside concrete hallways.
One Far Harbor soldier slammed a cultist against the wall hard enough to crack his gas mask before another defender stabbed the soldier through the side with a sharpened metal rod.
The hallway dissolved into screaming, blood, and gunfire.
Nobody could even see clearly anymore.
Just shapes moving through smoke.
The Children fought like people possessed.
Not metaphorically.
Literally almost.
One wounded defender continued firing from behind a shattered generator even after taking multiple rounds through the chest until a grenade finally silenced the position.
Another charged directly into advancing infantry carrying improvised explosives wrapped beneath his robes.
"DOWN!"
The blast shook the entire platform.
Bodies hit the floor.
Smoke swallowed everything afterward.
Sico moved with the central breach group toward a partially collapsed service entrance along the eastern wall while the Sentinels continued bombarding upper defenses from the approach roads behind them.
The service tunnel looked damaged from artillery shockwaves earlier.
Steel warped inward.
Concrete cracked.
But still accessible.
Maybe.
A squad leader beside Sico checked the darkness beyond the entrance with a flashlight attachment mounted beneath his rifle.
"Could be mined."
"Everything's mined."
Not wrong.
Two engineers moved forward carefully beneath covering fire while bullets snapped around the tunnel entrance from defenders higher above the cliffs.
One engineer crouched near the warped doorway checking wiring hidden beneath debris.
"Pressure trigger here."
"Can you disarm it?"
"Probably."
Another explosion interrupted him somewhere behind the trench sectors.
The battlefield outside continued raging without pause.
The engineer swallowed hard inside his respirator.
"Give me thirty seconds."
He got twenty-two.
A sniper round struck the concrete beside the doorway hard enough to spray fragments into his face shield.
The second engineer immediately grabbed the wire cutters from him and finished the disarm sequence while machine-gun fire from the Sentinels hammered the upper cliffs trying to suppress the sniper positions.
"Clear!"
"Move!"
The breach team surged into the tunnel immediately afterward.
Darkness swallowed them almost instantly.
The noise outside dulled behind concrete walls and rusted steel corridors lit only by emergency red lights flickering weakly through drifting smoke and radiation dust.
The air inside smelled worse.
Hot metal.
Oil.
Blood.
Old radiation.
That feeling lingered in the walls somehow.
The corridor stretched deeper beneath the cliffs while distant sirens echoed endlessly through the interior sectors.
Children defenders were already waiting.
Gunfire exploded down the hallway before the breach team had advanced even twenty meters.
Rounds sparked against pipes and concrete.
Far Harbor soldiers dropped behind rusted machinery while returning fire through the narrow corridor.
The battle compressed instantly.
Outside had been chaos.
Inside became claustrophobia.
Every hallway a choke point.
Every doorway a death trap.
Ward entered through the tunnel moments later with additional infantry reinforcements behind him.
"We inside?"
"For now."
Then another wave of Children defenders appeared farther down the corridor wearing scavenged armor over radiation robes while screaming Atom prayers through respirators and broken gas masks.
The firefight intensified immediately.
Rifle flashes illuminated the hallway in rapid bursts.
One defender hurled a grenade down the corridor.
The explosion deafened half the breach team temporarily while smoke filled the tunnel.
Then the cultists charged through it.
Close-range fighting erupted again.
A Far Harbor rifleman smashed the butt of his weapon into a charging defender's face before shooting another at almost touching distance.
A cultist tackled one soldier against the wall trying to force a knife through his visor seal while both struggled across the blood-slick floor beneath ongoing gunfire.
Sico fired twice into the smoke.
One shape dropped.
Another replaced it.
The Children were throwing everything into holding the tunnels.
Because now the war had entered sacred ground.
And deeper inside the Nucleus, someone else had taken command personally.
High Confessor Tektus stood inside the central operations chamber beneath flickering emergency lights while alarms echoed throughout the submarine complex around him.
The battle reports arriving through terrified acolytes painted disaster everywhere.
Outer perimeter lost.
Western defenses collapsed.
Surface sectors overrun.
The invaders were inside.
Inside.
Tektus stared across the chamber where armed Children defenders gathered ammunition, checked radiation weapons, and reinforced interior barricades with overturned machinery and steel plating torn from maintenance walls.
Fear existed here too now.
Even among the faithful.
But Tektus refused to let it consume them.
"The Division tests us," he declared loudly across the chamber.
His voice carried hard against the concrete walls.
"Atom burns away weakness through holy fire."
Several defenders looked toward him immediately.
Exhausted.
Bloodied.
Still listening.
Tektus stepped forward beneath the glowing radiation lanterns surrounding the command chamber.
"The unbelievers think steel will save them."
Gunfire echoed faintly somewhere deeper in the tunnels.
"They think armor and machines make them strong."
Another explosion rattled dust from the ceiling overhead.
"But Atom himself guards this sanctuary."
The defenders answered this time.
Not loudly.
But fiercely.
"Division."
Tektus raised his weapon.
"And today the intruders learn what faith truly costs."
The Children defenders dispersed afterward through the interior sectors carrying fresh ammunition and radiation charges deeper toward the tunnel defenses.
No retreat now.
No evacuation.
Only war.
Back near the breach corridor, the fighting intensified viciously as more Far Harbor soldiers poured inside the Nucleus through the captured service entrance.
The tunnels became a warzone almost instantly.
Smoke trapped beneath low concrete ceilings.
Gunfire deafening inside enclosed corridors.
Emergency lights flickering red across blood-covered walls while wounded soldiers screamed for medics somewhere behind the front lines.
One Sentinel outside managed to destroy part of an upper defensive tower overlooking the entrance approaches, finally allowing additional infantry units to breach secondary access corridors farther north.
Now the Children were fighting on multiple interior fronts simultaneously.
And still, they refused to surrender ground easily.
A defender detonated radiation charges inside one tunnel intersection after Far Harbor soldiers pushed too close, flooding the corridor with lethal contamination levels and forcing the attackers backward temporarily while Geiger counters screamed like dying animals.
Another squad of cultists ambushed advancing infantry from hidden maintenance ducts above the ceiling panels, dropping directly into the corridor firing pistols and homemade explosives at nearly point-blank range.
The tunnel floor became slick with blood.
Bodies piled against barricades.
The Nucleus itself was becoming exactly what the Children wanted, a tomb people would have to conquer room by room.
Sico pushed deeper anyway.
Because stopping now meant dying here.
And somewhere deeper, High Confessor Tektus was already preparing the next line of defense.
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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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