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Because peace was not something a person achieved once, it was something people protected every single day.
The following morning dawned over Sanctuary Hills beneath a pale blue sky.
A cool breeze drifted between the restored houses, rustling the Republic banners that hung from newly repaired lamp posts and the headquarters buildings. Sunlight reflected from clean windows instead of broken glass, and the streets that had once been filled with abandoned cars and weeds now carried the familiar sounds of an active capital beginning another working day.
Freemasons Headquarters had been awake long before sunrise.
Unlike the excitement that had filled Far Harbor during the previous weeks, Sanctuary possessed a different energy.
Steady.
Organized.
Purposeful.
Inside the headquarters building, clerks were already sorting stacks of reports that had accumulated overnight.
Supply officers compared inventory manifests from settlements throughout the Republic.
Engineers discussed bridge maintenance projects while marking repairs on detailed maps of the Commonwealth.
Radio operators sat wearing headsets before large communication consoles, constantly adjusting frequencies as messages arrived from patrols, outposts, settlements, and caravans scattered across the Republic.
"…Checkpoint Delta reporting."
"…Convoy Seven arrived safely at Sunshine Tidings."
"…Agricultural Department requesting additional irrigation pumps."
"…Castle garrison beginning morning patrol."
Each message was logged carefully before being forwarded to the appropriate department.
The headquarters functioned like a living organism.
Every office relied upon another.
Every report supported another decision.
There was always work.
There was always another problem waiting to be solved.
Sico stepped through the main entrance shortly after sunrise.
Several officers looked up immediately.
"Good morning, President."
"Morning."
He returned each greeting with a nod before walking through the busy operations hall.
Seeing the headquarters alive again after returning from Far Harbor brought a quiet sense of familiarity.
The Island had required reconstruction.
Sanctuary required coordination.
Both demanded leadership.
Just in different ways.
As he reached the operations office, Robert was already waiting with a thick folder tucked beneath one arm.
"I thought you'd be here early."
Sico smiled.
"You know me too well."
Robert handed him the folder.
"Reports from overnight."
"Anything urgent?"
"Nothing critical."
He paused.
"Although several departments have been asking when the senior council will meet again."
Sico looked toward the conference room at the end of the hallway.
"I think today's the day."
Robert raised an eyebrow.
"I had a feeling you'd say that."
Sico set the folder on his desk.
"Send the notice."
"Everyone."
Robert nodded immediately.
"The full senior leadership?"
"Yes."
"No exceptions."
"Understood."
Within minutes, headquarters staff moved efficiently.
Messengers carried written notices through the building.
Radio operators contacted senior personnel working elsewhere inside Sanctuary.
Vehicles departed to collect those stationed nearby.
Word spread quickly.
The President had called a full strategic meeting.
Whenever that happened, everyone understood one thing.
Something important was about to be discussed.
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Nearly an hour later, the conference room had begun filling.
The room itself reflected the Republic's growth over the past several years.
The walls displayed large operational maps covering nearly the entire Commonwealth.
Transportation routes.
Supply corridors.
Settlement locations.
Military outposts.
Communication towers.
Pinned reports and colored markers documented months of planning.
The enormous oak strategy table dominated the center of the room.
Every chair soon became occupied.
Robert arrived first, carrying several intelligence binders.
Albert followed moments later, quietly greeting the officers already present before taking his usual seat.
Sturges entered carrying a rolled engineering blueprint under one arm despite knowing today's discussion would likely concern military affairs.
Old habits were difficult to break.
"If someone mentions building something," he joked while sitting down, "I'm prepared."
Several people chuckled.
Preston Garvey arrived shortly afterward.
His Minutemen field jacket still carried dust from recent settlement inspections.
He greeted everyone with his usual calm professionalism before sitting beside Robert.
Nick Valentine wandered into the room with a cup of coffee in one hand.
"I was hoping this meeting wouldn't start before I finished breakfast."
Piper looked at him from across the table.
"You've been drinking that same coffee for twenty minutes."
Nick looked down at the cup.
"I like to make it last."
Sarah Lyons entered next.
She carried a leather notebook already filled with handwritten notes.
Military planning was second nature to her.
Curie followed quietly.
She immediately began arranging several folders into neat, perfectly aligned stacks.
Magnolia arrived wearing her usual composed expression, accompanied by two treasury clerks who delivered financial ledgers before quietly leaving again.
Piper Wright entered carrying several newspapers tucked beneath one arm.
"I figured someone should bring the latest rumors."
Robert smiled.
"Let's hope we don't have to make policy based on your headlines."
"You'd be surprised how often they point us in the right direction."
One by one, department heads continued arriving.
Agricultural supervisors.
Logistics officers.
Communications directors.
Security commanders.
Medical leadership.
Construction coordinators.
Representatives from nearly every major Republic department.
The conversations remained quiet.
Professional.
Everyone sensed today's discussion carried unusual weight.
When Sico finally entered the room, conversations naturally faded.
He looked around the table.
These were the people who had rebuilt the Commonwealth beside him.
People who had survived impossible battles.
People who had argued, disagreed, solved problems, and carried responsibility together.
He took his seat.
"Thank you all for coming."
Silence settled comfortably around the room.
Sico rested both hands on the table before speaking.
"Far Harbor is stable."
Several people exchanged small smiles.
"It has functioning local leadership."
"Trade routes are operating successfully."
"The fog condenser network protects every major transportation corridor."
"Regular commerce now connects the Island with the Commonwealth."
He looked toward Magnolia.
"The economy has already begun improving."
She nodded.
"The first merchant reports confirm exactly that."
He turned toward Sarah.
"Security?"
"Routine patrols are handling the remaining threats."
"No unusual activity."
Sico nodded.
"Exactly."
He looked around the room once more.
"We accomplished what we set out to accomplish."
"For the first time in generations, Far Harbor is capable of governing itself."
Nobody interrupted.
Everyone understood the significance of those words.
Sico slowly reached beside his chair before placing several rolled maps onto the table.
He carefully unrolled the first.
The Commonwealth spread across the polished wood.
Another map followed.
Military positions.
Known Brotherhood patrol routes.
Institute activity.
Reconnaissance observations gathered over recent months.
Finally, he placed several intelligence reports beside them.
"The Republic now has the ability to shift its attention back home."
The atmosphere immediately changed.
People leaned forward.
Preston folded his arms.
Sarah opened her notebook.
Nick quietly set down his coffee.
Sico spoke calmly.
"There is another matter we can no longer ignore."
His finger rested upon the Brotherhood's primary operational area.
"The Brotherhood of Steel."
Silence deepened.
No one looked surprised.
Only attentive.
Sico continued.
"The time is approaching when the Republic may have to wage war against the Brotherhood."
Nobody reacted emotionally.
No dramatic expressions.
No immediate arguments.
Because Sico had deliberately chosen his words.
May have to.
Not will.
He continued before anyone could respond.
"But."
He looked around the room carefully.
"No decision will be made without accurate intelligence."
That sentence visibly relaxed several people.
Sico tapped another report.
"The Brotherhood remains engaged against the Institute."
He shifted another marker across the map.
"The Institute continues resisting."
He looked toward everyone gathered.
"We do not yet possess a complete understanding of the current battlefield."
Robert nodded slowly.
"We know fighting continues."
"But not who truly holds the advantage."
"Exactly."
Sico folded his hands.
"And that uncertainty makes any military decision irresponsible."
Sarah spoke first.
"If we move too early…"
"…we risk entering a war without understanding the situation."
"Correct."
Preston leaned forward.
"Suppose the Brotherhood is already losing."
Sico nodded.
"Then we prepare."
He pointed toward the Brotherhood's territory.
"If reconnaissance confirms the Institute is gaining the upper hand…"
"…the Republic will begin preparing military operations against the Brotherhood."
Robert studied the map.
"Taking advantage of their weakened condition."
"Yes."
Sico answered calmly.
"We fight at the proper moment."
"Not before."
Albert considered that quietly.
"It reduces casualties."
"It also prevents unnecessary fighting."
Sico nodded.
"Exactly."
Nick finally spoke.
"And if the opposite happens?"
Everyone looked toward Sico.
He answered without hesitation.
"If our reconnaissance shows the Brotherhood holds the advantage…"
He moved another marker toward the Institute.
"…then we discreetly support Nora and the Institute."
Several eyebrows rose.
Not in disagreement.
In concentration.
Sico clarified immediately.
"Not openly."
"No Republic banners."
"No official declaration."
"Supplies."
"Equipment."
"Logistical assistance."
"Enough to stabilize their front."
Sarah understood immediately.
"You want to prevent either side from achieving overwhelming superiority before we're ready."
"Yes."
Curie looked thoughtfully across the maps.
"Maintaining strategic equilibrium until reliable conditions exist."
Sico smiled slightly.
"That's another way of saying it."
Sturges rubbed his chin.
"From an engineering perspective…"
Everyone laughed softly.
He grinned.
"I know."
"But logistics win wars."
"They do."
"If we're supplying equipment discreetly…"
"…we'll need transportation methods that can't easily be traced."
Robert nodded.
"Separate inventories."
"Independent routes."
"Minimal documentation."
Magnolia looked up from her financial ledger.
"It can be funded."
"But it will require contingency budgeting."
"I'd rather approve preparation now than emergency spending later."
Piper tapped her pencil thoughtfully.
"Politically…"
She looked around the room.
"This is dangerous."
Everyone listened.
"If word spreads that the Republic is manipulating the balance between the Brotherhood and Institute…"
"…public trust could suffer."
Nick nodded.
"Which means nobody talks."
Piper smiled.
"Exactly."
Preston remained focused on the military map.
"I keep thinking about timing."
Sico looked toward him.
"So do I."
Preston continued.
"The Brotherhood is disciplined."
"If we attack too early…"
"…they'll unite."
"If we wait too long…"
"…they recover."
Sarah added quietly.
"Timing will determine whether we fight an organized army…"
"…or a force already exhausted by months of conflict."
Robert crossed his arms.
"Everything depends on intelligence."
"There it is."
Sico nodded.
"That's the entire meeting."
He looked around the table.
"We are not deciding whether to fight today."
"We are deciding whether we know enough to make that decision."
Silence followed.
Everyone understood.
Leadership did not mean rushing toward battle.
Leadership meant knowing when not to.
Curie finally broke the quiet.
"It is…refreshing."
Several people looked toward her.
"In my experience…"
"…many leaders begin with conclusions."
"You have begun with questions."
Sico smiled modestly.
"Questions save lives."
Sarah slowly closed her notebook.
"I know exactly what needs to happen."
Everyone turned toward her.
She looked at Sico.
"We need eyes on the battlefield."
"Reliable ones."
"No assumptions."
"No rumors."
"Facts."
Sico nodded.
"I was hoping you'd volunteer."
A small smile crossed Sarah's face.
"I already had."
He stood from his chair.
"Then here's your assignment."
The room became completely still.
"Organize experienced reconnaissance teams."
"Choose personnel capable of remaining unseen."
"They are not to engage either side."
"Not the Brotherhood."
"Not the Institute."
"Their mission is observation."
He pointed across the operational map.
"I want troop movements."
"Casualty estimates."
"Fortification layouts."
"Equipment strength."
"Supply routes."
"Operational tempo."
"Anything indicating which side currently holds the initiative."
Sarah wrote each instruction carefully.
"They'll remain hidden."
"They'll observe."
"They'll report."
"And then?"
"They come home."
Sico answered immediately.
"They return directly to Sanctuary."
"No intermediate stops."
"No unnecessary transmissions."
"They deliver a complete report directly to me."
"Only then…"
He looked around the table one.
"…will the Republic make its next strategic decision."
Nobody spoke.
Nobody needed to.
Then the heavy silence that followed Sico's final words lingered around the conference table for several long moments.
Not because anyone was uncertain.
But because everyone understood the importance of what had just been decided.
Wars had been started by leaders who believed they already knew the answers.
The Freemasons Republic would not become one of them.
Sarah Lyons closed her notebook with quiet care before looking directly at Sico.
"Understood."
Her voice remained calm and professional, but everyone in the room could hear the determination behind it.
"I'll begin immediately."
Sico gave a single nod.
"I expected nothing less."
Sarah rose from her chair without another word. She gathered the maps she had marked during the meeting, tucked them beneath one arm, and adjusted the leather holster at her side before walking toward the conference room door.
Before leaving, she paused briefly.
"I'll personally select every member."
Sico looked at her.
"I know."
"They'll understand that observation is the mission."
"They are not soldiers going to win a battle."
"They're soldiers making sure we don't walk into the wrong one."
Sarah allowed herself the smallest smile.
"Exactly."
Then she was gone.
Outside the conference room, Freemasons Headquarters continued moving with the same disciplined rhythm it always possessed.
Sarah wasted no time.
"Lieutenant Harris."
A nearby communications officer looked up immediately.
"Ma'am?"
"I need the Operations Office."
"Immediately."
"Yes, ma'am."
Within minutes, runners were already moving through the headquarters carrying sealed orders.
Experienced scouts received summons.
Reconnaissance specialists.
Long-range observers.
Former Rangers.
Veteran Minutemen scouts who had spent years navigating ruined highways without being seen.
A handful of former Gunners who had proven their loyalty to the Republic through years of service also received quiet invitations.
Not because of who they had once been.
Because they knew how professional soldiers thought.
Sarah entered the Reconnaissance Department where a large map of the Commonwealth covered nearly an entire wall.
Captain Ellis was already waiting.
"You called?"
Sarah spread several maps across the planning table.
"I need our best reconnaissance personnel."
"How many?"
"Three independent teams."
Ellis nodded.
"Separate routes?"
"Completely."
"If one team is compromised, the others continue."
He studied the maps.
"Destination?"
Sarah tapped the region where Brotherhood operations had increasingly overlapped with Institute activity.
"The active war zone."
Ellis looked up.
"Observation only?"
"Observation only."
"No engagement."
"No sabotage."
"No rescue missions."
"No heroics."
"If they're discovered?"
"They withdraw."
She looked around the room at several officers who had quietly gathered.
"I'll repeat this because it's the most important order they'll receive."
"Our mission is intelligence."
"Nothing else."
"If one Brotherhood patrol walks past them…"
"…they stay hidden."
"If Institute synths move through their position…"
"…they stay hidden."
"If fighting begins fifty meters away…"
"…they remain hidden unless remaining becomes impossible."
Captain Ellis folded his arms.
"They'll hate that."
"I know."
"But dead scouts don't deliver reports."
Nobody argued.
Every experienced reconnaissance soldier understood that discipline often meant resisting the urge to act.
Sarah continued.
"I want troop strength."
"Patrol patterns."
"Artillery positions."
"Supply routes."
"Vehicle movements."
"Fortifications."
"Casualty estimates."
"If either side begins reinforcing or withdrawing…"
"…I want to know."
One of the veteran scouts raised a hand.
"Transmission schedule?"
Sarah answered immediately.
"None."
Several eyebrows lifted.
"You'll carry emergency radios."
"But unless the Republic itself is in immediate danger…"
"…radio silence."
"You return here."
"You report in person."
"No intercepted transmissions."
"No unnecessary risk."
The scout nodded.
"Understood."
Sarah looked around the room one last time.
"You leave within two hours."
The officers dispersed almost immediately.
Maps were copied.
Field packs assembled.
Camouflage cloaks inspected.
Suppressors cleaned.
Binoculars calibrated.
Medical kits checked.
Water purification tablets counted.
Every scout personally inspected his own equipment rather than relying on someone else.
Nobody rushed.
But nobody wasted time.
Professionalism created its own urgency.
Back inside the conference room, the atmosphere gradually relaxed after Sarah's departure.
Sico remained standing at the head of the table.
He looked around at the people gathered there.
Some had served beside him since the earliest days of Sanctuary.
Others had joined much later.
But together they had transformed scattered settlements into something resembling a nation.
"I think we've accomplished everything we needed today."
Several heads nodded.
"Our next decisions will depend upon facts."
"Not assumptions."
He allowed that thought to settle before continuing.
"Thank you."
His eyes moved around the room.
"Every one of you."
"We've rebuilt towns."
"Protected settlements."
"Opened trade."
"Created opportunities that didn't exist a few years ago."
"And every success we've achieved has happened because this council has never stopped asking difficult questions."
A quiet smile crossed Curie's face.
Magnolia closed her ledger.
Piper rested her pencil against her notebook.
Sturges leaned back in his chair with folded arms.
Nick finished the last sip of his now-cold coffee.
Sico nodded once.
"The meeting is adjourned."
Chairs slowly scraped across the wooden floor.
Conversations resumed naturally.
Magnolia immediately began discussing treasury forecasts with several finance officers.
Curie quietly spoke with medical administrators about supply inventories.
Piper was already jotting notes into a notebook.
Nick wandered toward the doorway.
"I suppose paperwork is waiting for me."
Sturges laughed.
"When isn't it?"
"Fair point."
Robert gathered several intelligence folders while Albert rolled the operational maps back into their protective cases.
Within a few minutes, the conference room steadily emptied.
Until Sico spoke again.
"Preston."
Garvey stopped.
"Yes?"
"Robert."
Robert looked up.
"I need both of you to stay."
The two men exchanged brief glances.
Nobody else reacted.
If Sico requested privacy after a council meeting, everyone understood the discussion would remain confidential.
One by one, the remaining officers departed.
The heavy conference room doors closed softly behind them.
Silence returned.
Only three people remained.
Sico.
Preston.
Robert.
For several moments, nobody spoke.
Outside the windows, the ordinary sounds of headquarters continued.
Radio operators.
Boots crossing hallways.
Typewriters.
Voices.
Life.
Inside, the room felt entirely different.
Sico slowly walked back toward the operational maps still spread across the table.
"We're waiting for Sarah."
Robert nodded.
"Which means we wait."
Sico looked at him.
"No."
Robert raised an eyebrow.
"We wait before making decisions."
"We do not wait before preparing."
That distinction immediately caught both men's attention.
Sico rested one hand upon the Commonwealth map.
"The Republic cannot afford to become passive simply because we're gathering intelligence."
He looked toward Preston first.
"I have an assignment for you."
Preston straightened slightly.
"I'm listening."
"I want increased patrol activity."
He pointed across several Republic-controlled regions.
"Every settlement."
"Every road."
"Every checkpoint."
"Every supply route."
"Every communication line."
Preston studied the map carefully.
"Reinforcement?"
"Yes."
"But quietly."
"No mobilization announcements."
"No emergency declarations."
"I don't want civilians believing war begins tomorrow."
"I want them seeing exactly what they've always seen."
"Republic patrols."
"Only…"
"…more of them."
Preston nodded thoughtfully.
"We can rotate the companies."
"Extend mounted patrols."
"Double-check remote checkpoints."
He pointed toward several northern roads.
"I'd also like to increase ranger presence here."
"And here."
"Those routes see less civilian traffic."
"They'd make good approach corridors if anyone wanted to move unnoticed."
Sico nodded approvingly.
"Do it."
Preston continued thinking aloud.
"I'll coordinate overlapping patrol schedules."
"No predictable patterns."
"If someone observes our movements…"
"…they shouldn't be able to identify gaps."
Robert smiled faintly.
"You're already planning three steps ahead."
Preston shrugged.
"I've learned from experience."
He looked back toward Sico.
"The settlements will notice increased patrols."
"They always notice."
"They'll ask questions."
"Tell them exactly what we're doing."
Preston blinked.
"The truth?"
"The Republic is improving border security."
"We're strengthening trade routes."
"We're protecting caravans."
"All of those things are true."
Preston smiled.
"And reassuring."
"I'll make sure every patrol commander understands."
"They're there to inspire confidence."
"Not fear."
Sico nodded.
"Exactly."
Satisfied, Preston closed his notebook.
"I'll begin today."
"I know you will."
Then Sico turned toward Robert.
The mood shifted noticeably.
Robert had noticed it too.
His expression became more serious.
"You have something different in mind."
"I do."
Sico reached beneath the table and removed a sealed black folder.
There were no markings beyond a single Republic seal pressed into dark wax.
He placed it in front of Robert.
Robert didn't open it immediately.
Instead, he looked at Sico.
"The Commandos."
Sico nodded once.
"They're yours."
Robert slowly broke the wax seal.
Inside were operational maps covered with carefully marked Brotherhood positions.
Supply depots.
Forward operating bases.
Communications relays.
Vehicle maintenance yards.
Temporary ammunition storage.
Robert quietly studied each page.
"You've already been planning this."
"I've been considering possibilities."
He looked directly at Robert.
"Nothing begins until you're ready."
Robert continued reading.
Then he looked up.
"You want sabotage."
"I do."
"But not indiscriminate destruction."
Sico pointed toward the maps.
"I want Brotherhood logistics disrupted."
"Supply depots rendered unusable."
"Fuel stocks contaminated beyond use."
"Communications interrupted."
"Transportation delayed."
"Equipment disabled."
He met Robert's eyes.
"I want them constantly solving problems instead of creating them."
Robert remained silent.
His mind was already working through possibilities.
Finally he asked,
"Operational security?"
"Absolute."
"No Republic insignia."
"No identifiable equipment."
"No recoverable documents."
"No evidence."
"If anyone investigates…"
"…they should conclude the damage resulted from battlefield confusion."
"Or existing Institute operations."
Robert nodded slowly.
"Infiltration?"
"Your decision."
"You know your people better than I do."
"Tunnels."
"Night insertions."
"Disguises."
"Captured equipment."
"Use whatever works."
Robert turned another page.
"Extraction?"
"No unnecessary risks."
"If an objective becomes impossible…"
"…abort."
He looked firmly at Robert.
"I am not trading experienced Commandos for damaged fuel trucks."
Robert appreciated the answer.
"Rules of engagement?"
Sico answered without hesitation.
"Avoid unnecessary casualties."
"If killing can be avoided…"
"…avoid it."
"Civilians?"
"Protected."
"Always."
"Any operation placing innocent people at unreasonable risk is cancelled."
Robert nodded again.
"The Brotherhood?"
"Only engage if absolutely necessary."
"I'd rather they discover broken machinery than dead soldiers."
He leaned forward.
"A disabled army wastes time."
"A grieving army becomes dangerous."
Robert sat quietly for a long moment before closing the folder.
"My teams can do this."
"I know."
"They've trained for a year."
"They'll leave nothing behind."
Sico smiled faintly.
"That's why you're leading them."
Silence settled again.
Then Sico spoke more quietly than before.
"What I'm about to say…"
"…doesn't leave this room."
Both men immediately understood.
Preston straightened.
Robert folded his hands.
Sico looked at the map where the Institute's symbol rested beneath several Brotherhood markers.
"The Commonwealth still sees the Institute as its enemy."
Neither man disagreed.
"Most people don't know Nora now leads it."
"They don't know how much has already changed."
He rested one finger lightly upon the Institute marker.
"Our long-term objective doesn't end with defeating the Brotherhood."
"It begins afterward."
Robert watched him carefully.
"When the Brotherhood is defeated…"
Sico continued,
"…the Republic will make a public announcement."
Preston looked surprised.
"About Nora?"
"Yes."
He nodded.
"We'll reveal that the Institute has been operating under Freemasons influence for some time."
"That its leadership changed."
"That its direction changed."
"That it has become a partner in rebuilding rather than destroying."
Robert understood immediately.
"You don't want the Commonwealth seeing a victorious Institute."
"You want them seeing a reformed ally."
"Exactly."
Sico's voice remained calm.
"The transition has to be believable."
"It has to be supported by actions people have already witnessed."
"Medical assistance."
"Scientific cooperation."
"Infrastructure."
"Food production."
"Technology shared responsibly."
Preston slowly smiled.
"They won't be introduced as conquerors."
"They'll be introduced as neighbors."
Sico nodded.
"And neighbors are easier to trust than legends."
The room fell quiet once more.
Outside, Sanctuary continued its ordinary morning.
People repaired homes.
Children attended lessons.
Merchants crossed the town square.
Life went on, unaware of the careful decisions being made behind the closed conference room doors.
Finally, Robert placed the black folder beneath his arm.
"I'll begin selecting Commandos."
"No unnecessary risks."
"No signatures."
"No mistakes."
Sico gave a single nod.
"Good."
Preston also stood.
"I'll have expanded patrol rotations underway before sunset."
Sico looked at both men.
"We're not rushing toward war."
"We're shaping the conditions that might prevent an even larger one."
Neither man needed further explanation.
Leadership, they all understood, was rarely about dramatic speeches or decisive battles which often, it was about patience.
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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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