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A smile then spread across nearly every face in the cabin.
Then the words lingered in the cramped cabin for several seconds.
"Our search is complete… we've found the nuclear launch code."
The reply came almost immediately over the convoy frequency.
A burst of static.
Then Sergeant Mason's familiar voice.
"Copy that, Captain."
A noticeable smile could be heard even through the radio.
"I'll let the rest of the perimeter know."
Brooks nodded to himself before clipping the radio back onto his vest.
For a brief moment, no one moved.
The discovery carried a different kind of weight than any of them had expected.
The Wind Farm Kill Switch Code had been dangerous because it could cripple Far Harbor's defenses.
This…
This was something else entirely.
A nuclear launch authorization code.
A relic from a world that had destroyed itself over two hundred years earlier.
It was sobering to realize that something capable of unleashing unimaginable destruction had spent all those years hidden beneath the floor of a forgotten fishing boat.
Lieutenant Parker broke the silence first.
"I don't think any of us expected to find it here."
Brooks glanced around the tiny cabin.
"That's exactly why it stayed hidden."
Murphy nodded.
"Nobody would think to search a half-sunken boat."
"Not unless someone pointed them toward it."
Doctor Hayes looked toward the open doorway where gray waves rolled gently against the stranded hull.
"That security officer…"
"He died making sure someone would eventually finish the job."
For a moment, everyone remembered the lonely skeleton inside the Harbor Grand Hotel's safe room.
Daniel Mercer.
A man who had spent his final hours preserving one last piece of information for people he would never meet.
His recording had guided them here.
Without it, they might have searched the Island for months without success.
Brooks carefully took the waterproof document case back from Parker.
He inspected every latch to ensure it remained tightly sealed.
Satisfied, he wrapped the case inside a thick waterproof canvas cover before placing it inside his own field satchel.
He tightened every strap personally.
When he finally stood, he looked at the rest of the team.
"We've got what we came for."
Grant smiled.
"So…"
"We're finally done searching?"
Brooks chuckled softly.
"For today."
The soldiers laughed quietly.
Not loudly.
Not triumphantly.
Just with the relief that comes after a difficult task has finally reached its conclusion.
"Let's head back."
Leaving the wreck proved slower than entering it.
The old vessel shifted gently beneath every careful step as the boarding party retraced its path across the unstable deck.
Engineer Dawson remained the last man aboard.
Before stepping off, he looked back into the little cabin one final time.
The opened floor safe remained exactly where they had found it.
Empty now.
Its final secret had finally been recovered.
He quietly pulled the heavy steel door shut.
The lock clicked softly into place.
Not because anyone expected someone else to find it.
But because leaving it open somehow felt wrong.
Almost disrespectful.
He climbed down onto the muddy shoreline.
"All clear."
Brooks gave one last glance toward the stranded fishing boat.
"For over two centuries…"
He shook his head.
"It sat here carrying one of the world's most dangerous documents."
Murphy smiled faintly.
"And people probably walked past it every day before the war."
"Probably."
The team began making their way back toward the Republic encampment.
The return walk felt completely different from the search that had brought them there.
Earlier, every abandoned crate, every collapsed shack, every rusted doorway had represented another possible hiding place.
Now the mystery had been solved.
The soldiers still maintained proper spacing.
Weapons remained ready.
Eyes continued scanning rooftops, windows and the surrounding tree line.
Discipline never disappeared.
But the uncertainty had.
Private Collins walked beside Grant.
"You know…"
"I was starting to think we'd have to cut our way into that giant warehouse after all."
Grant laughed.
"So was I."
Collins glanced back toward the harbor.
"Imagine if we'd spent half the day breaking into that place…"
"…only to discover the code was sitting in a fishing boat."
Murphy overheard them.
"The Island has a strange sense of humor."
"You're telling me."
Ahead, Brooks kept a steady pace while Parker walked beside him.
"I suppose we don't need to force that warehouse open anymore."
Brooks thought about it for a moment.
"No."
"Not today."
He looked back toward the massive building dominating the center of Fringe Cove Docks.
"We came here with one objective."
"We accomplished it."
Parker nodded.
"The warehouse can wait until another expedition."
"Exactly."
There was always more to explore on the Island.
But there was no reason to risk unnecessary danger now that the mission had succeeded.
The Republic camp came into view shortly afterward.
The two Humvees still guarded the entrance exactly as they had been positioned earlier that afternoon.
Machine gunners immediately recognized the returning search team.
The sentry atop the northern sandbag position raised his hand.
"Captain returning!"
Several soldiers looked up from cleaning rifles or reinforcing sections of the perimeter.
The expressions on their faces changed the moment they saw Brooks.
He wasn't walking quickly.
He wasn't shouting.
He simply carried his satchel close against his chest.
Somehow that was enough.
Sergeant Mason approached first.
His eyes immediately settled on the satchel.
"Captain?"
Brooks smiled.
"We found it."
For a heartbeat nobody reacted.
Then quiet smiles spread across the camp.
Not cheering.
Not yelling.
Just genuine relief.
Private Dawson removed his helmet and let out a long breath.
"I was wondering if we'd end up searching every boat on the Island."
Grant grinned.
"We almost did."
Doctor Hayes laughed softly.
"And I was already planning tomorrow's search."
"Fortunately," Brooks replied, "you won't have to."
The camp atmosphere immediately became lighter.
Several soldiers exchanged handshakes.
Others clapped members of the search team on the shoulder.
One of the mechanics looked toward the northwest shoreline.
"So that's where it was hiding."
Murphy nodded.
"Inside a floor safe."
"On a half-sunken fishing boat."
The mechanic blinked.
"I never would've guessed."
"Neither would we."
Brooks didn't allow the celebration to continue for long.
He raised one hand.
"Alright."
"We're not finished yet."
The soldiers immediately returned their attention to him.
He removed the waterproof case from inside his satchel.
Even wrapped in protective canvas, everyone instinctively understood what it contained.
"This stays under guard."
He looked directly at Sergeant Mason.
"I want two armed sentries on it."
"At all times."
"No exceptions."
Mason answered immediately.
"Understood."
Brooks continued.
"If I'm asleep…"
"Someone watches it."
"If Parker has it…"
"Someone watches him."
The lieutenant smiled.
"I suddenly feel very important."
Brooks returned the smile.
"You are."
He looked around the camp.
"So is everyone responsible for protecting this."
No one questioned the order.
After everything they had endured to recover the code, nobody intended to lose it now.
The long-range radio had remained assembled inside the command tent since the camp was established.
Communications Specialist Reeves was already adjusting the antenna as Brooks entered.
"I've been monitoring Vim!'s frequency all afternoon."
He looked up.
"Shouldn't take long."
Brooks placed the waterproof case gently on the folding table beside the radio.
Nobody touched it.
The operator slowly tuned the receiver.
Static filled the tent.
A few adjustments.
Another frequency.
More static.
Then—
"I've got them."
Brooks accepted the handset.
"Thank you."
Outside the tent, Parker, Mason, Hayes and several squad leaders gathered nearby.
Everyone wanted to hear the report.
Brooks pressed the transmit button.
"Fringe Cove Expedition to Vim! Command."
Static crackled.
A few seconds passed.
Then the familiar voice of Vim!'s communications operator answered.
"Vim! Command receiving."
Inside the operations room at Vim!, the radio operator immediately looked toward Commander Sico.
"Captain Brooks."
Sico had been standing with Harris over the campaign map, reviewing supply manifests for several settlements.
The moment he heard Brooks' name, he set the papers aside.
He accepted the handset without delay.
"This is Commander Sico."
"Go ahead, Captain."
Brooks smiled faintly as the commander's voice came through the speaker.
"Commander."
"I'm pleased to report that Fringe Cove Docks has been thoroughly searched."
Sico listened quietly.
Brooks continued.
"We encountered hostile Gulpers and Mirelurks immediately upon arrival."
"We eliminated every hostile."
"No Republic fatalities."
Harris allowed himself a small nod.
"Good."
Brooks went on.
"We established a secure camp before beginning our search."
"We systematically searched the two northwest buildings."
"The three piers."
"Multiple derelict fishing vessels."
"And a rusting barge."
Rebecca, seated nearby, was already recording every detail.
Brooks paused for only a moment.
Then smiled.
"We found it."
The operations room became completely silent.
Sico didn't interrupt.
He simply waited.
Brooks continued.
"The nuclear launch code was hidden inside a locked floor safe."
"The safe had been built into the cabin floor of a partially submerged fishing boat near the northwest pier."
"We recovered the document inside a waterproof military case."
"The code remains sealed."
"And secure."
Harris quietly folded his arms.
Lewis smiled.
Rebecca couldn't help smiling herself as she wrote another line across the page.
Sico pressed the microphone.
"Outstanding work, Captain."
"You've completed another critical objective."
Brooks nodded instinctively.
"Thank you, Commander."
There was a brief pause before Brooks asked the question everyone in the camp had been wondering.
"Requesting further instructions."
Sico glanced toward the large wall map.
His eyes settled briefly on the marker representing Fringe Cove Docks.
Then toward the window.
Outside, evening was already beginning to settle over the Island.
He looked back at Harris.
The older officer gave a slight nod.
Sico keyed the microphone again.
"You're not moving tonight."
Brooks wasn't surprised.
"I thought you might say that."
"You and your people have been on the move since early this morning."
"You fought your way into the docks."
"You searched nearly the entire complex."
"And you recovered the objective."
He spoke calmly.
"I won't have exhausted soldiers driving unfamiliar Island roads after dark."
Brooks smiled.
"My men will be happy to hear that."
"Remain where you are."
"Maintain your defensive perimeter."
"Keep the nuclear launch code secure."
He emphasized the final words.
"I don't care if it means posting guards around it all night."
"I don't want that document leaving anyone's sight."
Brooks answered immediately.
"It already has a twenty-four-hour guard."
"Good."
Sico nodded with approval.
"Get some rest tonight."
"At first light tomorrow…"
"…break camp."
"Return to Vim!."
"Understood."
Brooks looked around the command tent where Parker, Mason and Hayes were listening.
"We'll depart after sunrise."
"I'll expect you tomorrow."
"You'll have us."
There was a brief silence.
Then Sico spoke once more.
"And Captain."
"Yes, Commander?"
"You and your people have done excellent work."
"First Walker recovered the Wind Farm Kill Switch Code."
"Now you've recovered the Nuclear Launch Code."
He allowed himself a small smile.
"The Republic couldn't have asked for a better outcome."
Brooks looked toward the soldiers gathered outside the tent.
Many were tired.
Their uniforms were dirty.
Several hadn't shaved in days.
Every one of them looked exhausted.
Yet every one of them had stayed focused until the mission was complete.
"They earned it, Commander."
"I know they did."
The transmission ended with a final burst of static.
Brooks slowly lowered the handset.
He looked toward his officers.
"You heard him."
Parker grinned.
"We're staying."
"For one more night."
Brooks nodded.
"And tomorrow…"
He rested a hand on the waterproof case.
"We're taking this home."
Then the following morning arrived beneath clear skies for the first time in several days.
The heavy gray clouds that had hung over Fringe Cove Docks the previous afternoon had drifted farther out over the Atlantic during the night, leaving behind a cool breeze and calm seas that lapped gently against the weathered piers.
The Republic camp was already awake long before sunrise.
A kettle steamed quietly over the small field stove while cooks handed out hot coffee and simple breakfasts. The smell of fresh coffee mixed with the familiar scent of saltwater and damp timber.
Unlike previous mornings, there was no uncertainty hanging over the camp.
No discussion about where to search next.
No maps spread across ammunition crates debating possible hiding places.
The mission had been completed.
Now there was only one responsibility left.
Bring the nuclear launch code safely home.
Captain Brooks stepped out of the command tent with a mug of coffee in one hand while the waterproof military case rested securely inside the satchel slung across his shoulder.
He paused for a moment and looked across the quiet dockyard.
The two Humvees still guarded the camp exactly where they had been positioned the day before.
Beyond them, the enormous central warehouse stood silent, its chained doors untouched.
Farther away, the old fishing boat near the northwest pier rested exactly where they had left it, half submerged beneath the morning tide.
Its secret had finally been revealed.
Lieutenant Parker joined him.
"Morning."
Brooks nodded.
"Morning."
Parker took a sip from his own mug before looking toward the warehouse.
"Still tempted to open it?"
Brooks smiled faintly.
"A little."
"But that's curiosity talking."
He shook his head.
"We came here for one objective."
"We accomplished it."
"The warehouse can wait for another expedition."
Parker nodded.
"There will always be another mission."
"There always is."
Around them, soldiers had already begun breaking down the camp with the same quiet efficiency that had become second nature after weeks of operating across the Island.
Canvas tents came down first.
Guide ropes were untied.
Tent poles were separated and bundled neatly together before being stacked beside the supply truck.
Private Collins folded one of the larger canvas shelters with Grant helping him keep it from catching the sea breeze.
"I think we're getting good at this."
Grant laughed.
"I'd rather get good at not needing tents."
"Fair enough."
Nearby, Doctor Hayes supervised the medical station one final time.
Every bandage.
Every bottle of antiseptic.
Every surgical instrument.
Nothing was forgotten.
She closed the final medical crate before looking toward one of the medics.
"Inventory complete?"
The medic checked his clipboard.
"Everything accounted for."
"Excellent."
She secured the lid.
"Load it."
A human chain quickly formed between the aid station and the truck.
Medical crates disappeared into the cargo bed first.
Followed by radio equipment.
Fuel cans.
Engineering tools.
Boxes of unused ammunition.
Sandbags that could still be salvaged were emptied before being folded flat.
Even the coils of defensive wire were carefully rolled up rather than abandoned.
Lieutenant Parker walked slowly around the perimeter they had built only the previous afternoon.
The fighting positions had served their purpose.
Now they were quietly dismantled.
Wooden stakes were pulled from the ground.
Loose gravel was spread back over shovel marks.
The camp slowly disappeared until only faint impressions remained in the dirt.
One engineer looked around with quiet satisfaction.
"If someone came through here next week…"
"…they'd barely know we were here."
Brooks overheard him.
"That's exactly how I like it."
The Humvees became the next priority.
Mechanics completed one last inspection before departure.
Oil levels.
Coolant.
Suspension.
Tire pressure.
Mounted machine guns.
One mechanic climbed down from beneath the rear Humvee and brushed dirt from his sleeves.
"She's ready."
The driver smiled.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Fresh ammunition belts were loaded into both turret guns.
Not because anyone expected another battle.
Because Republic convoy doctrine never changed.
Prepared yesterday.
Prepared today.
Prepared tomorrow.
Sergeant Mason personally inspected the waterproof document case before handing it back to Captain Brooks.
"The seals are intact."
Brooks examined each latch himself.
Satisfied, he wrapped the case once more inside its waterproof cover before placing it securely inside his satchel.
He tightened every strap carefully.
Only then did he sling it across his shoulder.
The responsibility never left his possession.
Not for a single moment.
By mid-morning the dockyard looked much as it had before the Republic arrived.
The tents were gone.
The defensive positions had vanished.
Only the bodies of the Gulpers and Mirelurks, now dragged well away from the camp, hinted that a battle had ever taken place.
Brooks gathered the expedition near the convoy.
"You've all done excellent work."
His eyes moved across the formation.
"We came here looking for something that had been hidden for over two centuries."
"We stayed patient."
"We trusted the process."
"And because of that…"
"…we're going home with it."
Several soldiers smiled.
Private Dawson adjusted his rifle.
"I definitely like this part of the mission better."
"So do I," Grant answered.
Brooks nodded toward the vehicles.
"Mount up."
The lead Humvee came alive first.
Its diesel engine rumbled steadily through the quiet dockyard.
The supply truck started moments later.
Finally the rear Humvee joined them.
One by one, soldiers climbed aboard.
The turret gunners settled behind their weapons.
Drivers checked mirrors.
Radios were tested.
Brooks picked up the convoy microphone.
"Status."
"Lead ready."
"Truck ready."
"Rear ready."
He looked one final time across Fringe Cove Docks.
The rusting cranes.
The weathered piers.
The locked central warehouse.
The half-submerged fishing boat near the northwest pier.
It had taken decades for someone to discover its secret.
Now its purpose was complete.
Brooks keyed the microphone.
"Convoy…"
"…move out."
The lead Humvee rolled through the abandoned dockyard.
The supply truck followed.
The rear Humvee completed the familiar formation.
Within minutes Fringe Cove Docks disappeared behind the trees.
The return journey passed more quietly than any convoy Brooks could remember.
The tension that had accompanied every previous expedition had faded.
Conversation drifted naturally through the truck.
Private Collins leaned back against the bench.
"I think this has been the strangest mission I've ever been on."
Grant looked across at him.
"Because of the code?"
"Because we searched almost everything except the place I thought we'd end up finding it."
Several soldiers laughed.
Doctor Hayes smiled.
"That's usually how these things work."
Murphy looked out through the canvas opening.
"I'll never look at abandoned fishing boats the same way again."
Neither would anyone else.
Hours passed as the convoy wound through forests, crossed cracked highways, and followed familiar coastal roads back toward Vim!.
The radio remained mostly quiet.
Routine status reports.
Road conditions.
Nothing more.
By early afternoon the massive green outline of the Vim! bottling plant finally appeared above the trees.
"There it is," Parker said quietly.
Brooks smiled.
"Home."
The convoy approached the Republic's fortified bridge crossing.
The guards stationed atop the defensive towers immediately spotted the approaching vehicles.
One lookout raised his binoculars.
"Convoy approaching!"
Another focused on the lead Humvee before grinning broadly.
"It's Captain Brooks!"
The news spread quickly along the bridge.
Steel barriers were pulled aside.
The heavy gate swung open.
As the convoy rolled forward, the bridge guards came smartly to attention.
One of them raised a hand.
"Welcome back!"
Grant leaned slightly out from the truck.
"Good to be back."
The vehicles crossed the bridge and entered the growing Republic headquarters.
Mechanics looked up from their work.
Engineers paused beside stacks of construction supplies.
Several off-duty soldiers recognized the returning convoy and smiled.
Word traveled ahead of them.
By the time the vehicles reached the command center courtyard, people had already begun gathering.
The lead Humvee came to a stop first.
The truck settled behind it.
The rear Humvee completed the formation before the engines gradually fell silent.
After hours on the road, the sudden quiet felt almost strange.
Captain Brooks climbed down from the Humvee.
His satchel remained securely over one shoulder.
Lieutenant Parker joined him.
So did Sergeant Mason, Doctor Hayes, Murphy, Grant, Collins, and the rest of the expedition.
Before anyone could begin unloading equipment, the doors of the command building opened.
Commander Sico stepped outside.
Harris accompanied him.
Lewis followed only a step behind, while Rebecca appeared carrying her familiar notebook.
Walker happened to be nearby after completing his own post-mission reports and smiled as he saw Brooks returning.
Sico walked across the courtyard until he stopped a few feet in front of Brooks.
"Welcome home, Captain."
Brooks came smartly to attention and saluted.
"Commander."
Sico returned the salute.
"I trust the journey was uneventful."
"It was."
Brooks smiled.
"Just the way we wanted."
Sico nodded approvingly.
"I'm glad."
Brooks carefully removed the satchel from his shoulder.
The courtyard became noticeably quieter.
Everyone understood what was about to happen.
He slowly opened the protective flap before removing the waterproof military document case.
Even after the long journey, the seals remained perfectly intact.
He held it with both hands.
"Commander…"
"…the nuclear launch code."
For a moment neither man spoke.
Then Sico accepted the case with the same care he had shown when Walker handed over the Wind Farm Kill Switch Code the previous day.
There was no ceremony.
No applause.
Simply one trusted officer passing an immensely important responsibility to another.
Sico looked down at the sealed case.
Then back at Brooks.
"You've done outstanding work."
Brooks glanced toward the soldiers standing behind him.
"We all did."
He smiled.
"The search teams."
"The engineers."
"The patrols."
"The medics."
"We couldn't have recovered it without every one of them."
Sico looked across the assembled expedition.
Many still wore dust from the roads.
Some carried fresh scratches earned during the fighting at Fringe Cove.
Every face showed signs of fatigue.
Every face also reflected quiet satisfaction.
Sico addressed them all.
"I want every one of you to hear this."
The courtyard fell completely silent.
"You were sent to recover something hidden since before the Great War."
"You faced hostile wildlife."
"You searched patiently."
"You adapted when the trail changed."
"And you brought every member of your expedition home."
His gaze swept across the formation.
"That is exactly what I expect from Republic soldiers."
Several younger troops stood a little taller.
Private Collins exchanged a quick smile with Grant.
Lewis folded his arms with an approving nod.
"I heard about the fishing boat."
Brooks laughed softly.
"So had we."
Walker grinned.
"I was wondering where you'd end up finding it."
Brooks shook his head.
"If someone had told me yesterday morning…"
"…I'd never have believed them."
Rebecca smiled as her pencil continued moving across another fresh page.
"History always hides in the places people stop looking."
Harris looked thoughtfully at the document case in Sico's hands.
"Two major objectives."
"Two successful expeditions."
"Without losing a single soldier."
Sico nodded.
"Exactly."
He looked once more at Brooks and his team.
"You've earned your rest."
Several soldiers smiled immediately.
"No duty assignments for the remainder of today."
"Eat."
"Clean your equipment."
"Sleep."
"Tomorrow we'll complete the formal debrief."
Doctor Hayes laughed quietly.
"I think everyone can live with that."
"I thought so."
Brooks finally seemed to relax.
The responsibility he had carried since opening the safe aboard the fishing boat had finally passed to someone else.
Sico tucked the waterproof case securely beneath his arm.
"I'll take care of this personally."
"No one else needs to handle it."
Brooks nodded.
"I wouldn't expect anything different."
The expedition gradually dispersed.
Mechanics directed the Humvees toward the motor pool.
The supply truck rolled toward the warehouse.
Soldiers drifted toward the barracks, talking quietly about Fringe Cove, the ambush, the strange little fishing boat, and the long search that had finally come to an end.
Meanwhile, Sico entered the command building carrying the document case himself.
The familiar corridors were quiet.
A few officers stepped aside respectfully as he passed.
Nobody asked what he carried.
They already knew.
Harris accompanied him to the office door.
"Going into the safe?"
Sico nodded.
"Right beside the other one."
He unlocked his office and stepped inside.
The room felt peaceful after the busy courtyard outside.
The campaign map still covered one wall.
Now two major objectives had been marked complete.
He crossed to the concealed wall safe hidden behind the framed pre-war map.
The key turned smoothly.
The combination lock clicked into place.
Heavy steel bolts retracted with a deep metallic sound.
The safe door slowly swung open.
Inside, the Wind Farm Kill Switch Code rested exactly where he had placed it the previous evening.
Untouched.
Secure.
Sico carefully lifted the waterproof military case containing the Nuclear Launch Code.
For a brief moment he looked at both documents.
Two relics from the old world.
Two dangerous secrets.
Both now protected by the Republic.
He placed the Nuclear Launch Code neatly beside the Wind Farm Kill Switch Code, making certain neither case rested on top of the other.
Satisfied, he slowly closed the heavy steel door.
The locking bolts slid firmly into place.
He spun the combination dial.
Locked it again with the key.
Then tested the handle.
It did not move.
Secure.
Exactly as it should be.
Sico allowed himself a quiet breath before turning back toward the campaign map.
Walker's expedition had completed its mission.
Brooks' expedition had completed theirs.
Both dangerous codes were finally beyond the reach of raiders, Trappers, cultists, or anyone else who might misuse them.
Outside his office window, life at Vim! continued as it always had.
Mechanics worked beneath the afternoon sun.
Settlers crossed the courtyard carrying supplies.
Soldiers laughed outside the barracks after returning from another successful mission.
For the first time in many days, Sico allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
Two difficult expeditions had ended exactly as he had hoped, as every soldier had returned home.
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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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