After the conversation with Jim, Adam left Jim to speak with his kids and finalize things on his own time. As for Adam himself he went to The Layover. The staff on duty did not give him a lick of issue and for a cool 125 caps he was able to rent a room for the night. Then, after a meal with his friends for another 42 caps for dinner turned in for the night, planning on leaving the next day.
As Adam was in bed, mostly asleep and quite comfortable, a loud knocking came at his door which suddenly awoke him. Adam groggily walked over to the door and opened it, surprised to see the Midway guards standing outside.
"Excuse me? Can I help you?" Adam asked, pistol in his offhand, hidden slightly behind his back, but still a bit half awake as he spoke.
"Sorry to wake you, Mr. Baxter, however your robot is holding a man hostage outside and is refusing to let him go until you give permission." Adam gave them the most confused look he has ever given and then shook it off waking himself up in the process.
"Alright, lead the way."
Outside Adam was led to his APC where Sgt. Fyre had been left to protect it; he saw a man being held by Fyre's pincer with the plasma blaster to his head. Around them were a bunch of Midway guards, guns pointed at the two of them, but no one was shooting.
"Alright, what's going on here?" Adam said with a stern tone as he walked over, past the line of Midway guards.
"Sergeant!" Sgt. Fyre yelled out. "I have caught this communist sympathizer trying to deface the property of the United States Government!" He boasted.
"What?" Adam asked back, not gleaning any useful information from that at all.
"This robot is crazy! Tell him to let me go! Fucking bastard!" The man yelled, wiggling a bit in the pincer hold but not breaking out, even if he could, due to the fear of the plasma that could melt his head. Though from Adam's observation he saw a scorch mark on the ground where plasma had likely hit. But looking at the ground also revealed a spray paint can and, even moreso, revealed a single small streak of paint on the APC where this man presumably began to mark the car. However it seemed like his words to Sgt. Fyre to keep the protection of the APC nonviolent unless necessary were taken quite seriously. Thank goodness he didn't bring Rae along, Rae had a bad habit of misinterpreting his orders. Maybe that was a trait of robobrains?
"You can let him go Sgt. Fyre." Adam said with a soft sigh and then a cold tone. As soon as Adam gave the orders Fyre let the man go with a little shove. The man was quick to scramble away but as he began to pass by Adam, Adam stopped him with a hand to his chest. "I may be a mutie, but I'm still no pushover. Don't try it again." Adam said with a cold tone to him, his eyes staring daggers at the man.
It was clear what happened, the man was opposed to Adam due to him being a clone. He knew he couldn't take Adam in a fight, so instead he wanted to send a message. He had planned to write something on the APC to scare Adam when he woke up tomorrow. But instead he was caught by Sgt. Fyre who was left there to protect the APC and couldn't get any work done. Adam had no sympathy for the man but it was a good thing Sgt. Fyre didn't kill him, that would be a very bad look for him and it would help make that vocal minority louder. As it stands a bit of intimidation was enough to send a message.
Adam let the man go after his quiet warning and then watched as he ran back inside. The guards seemed tense but no longer had their guns pointed.
"You can resume your patrol Sgt. Fyre." Adam said.
"Roger that sir! I shall continue to keep the communists at bay!" He said with gusto before resuming his patrol around the APC.
"Is everything going to be alright now?" One of the guards asked Adam.
"Yeah, we are all good now. He was just defending the APC. Don't worry about him."
"You sure? I've seen robots go crazy before." Another guard asked.
"No no, I checked his coding and did the repairs myself." Adam said before pointing at the single small bit of spray paint on the APC. "Looks like the guy was trying to vandalize the APC, my Mr. Gutsy just responded to the threat."
"We should keep someone here tonight to make sure no one else tries anything." Another guard said to the one to his right.
"Who would be stupid enough to try to tag Adam Baxter's car?"
"That guy, apparently." The guard speaking shrugged.
"Am I good to go back to bed?" Adam asked, still tired though now fully awake.
"Yeah, yeah man, you are good. We will watch your car. Sorry about that. Some people are just assholes." One of them said apologetically.
"No worries. I get it." Adam said before he yawned and headed back inside, ready to get some sleep again.
Adam woke up the next morning after getting sleep for the rest of the night. He headed right to the food court and grabbed a breakfast for 36 caps.
After Adam finished eating he decided to spend a bit of time strolling through the flea market looking for things he wanted to bring back to the Vault before he left. He had a few hours before his group was going to meet back up.
Adam found a number of useful things, almost all of them repair parts. Either for the APC, the vault, or the reactor which finally has every part that Remington requested to give it a full repair. Adam spent 453 caps on the lot and then watched as it was all loaded into the APC, which he paid someone an additional 20 caps to move for him. However as he watched it get loaded in he also watched as pallets of packaged food got loaded into the car as well. Deccanus was standing outside instructing the organization personally. Once more it seemed like Deccanus had used his money to help stock the Vault. Which was greatly appreciated since they had taken on a ton more people and were still not yet producing their own food.
However once Adam was satisfied with the loading and seeing Deccanus there to watch it he headed back to the flea market to look for some smaller things he wanted to bring back with him too. He was already at Midway, so there was no reason to shy away from a spending spree.