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For the first time, the balance between the Institute and Brotherhood was beginning to feel less like an immovable wall and more like something standing on uneven ground.
The following morning began with a different kind of discipline.
There were no maps spread across a conference table.
No intelligence reports waiting beneath a desk lamp.
No radio transmissions from distant patrols.
Instead, the morning found Sico on the Republic training grounds, moving through the same exercises he expected his soldiers to endure.
The sun had barely climbed above the rooftops of Sanctuary when the training yard was already alive.
Cold morning air hung close to the ground, carrying the smell of damp earth and recently cut timber. Boots struck packed soil in steady rhythms. Instructors called out times and distances. Somewhere along the firing range, rifles cracked in controlled bursts, each shot followed by the metallic sound of actions being worked.
Sico had changed out of his usual office clothing before sunrise.
There was no presidential jacket.
No formal insignia beyond the small Republic emblem sewn onto his training shirt.
He was simply another man on the field.
At least, that was how he preferred it.
He had spent the first part of the morning running alongside a group of soldiers, maintaining a steady pace rather than allowing them to slow down merely because he was present.
They had completed several circuits already.
Now they were moving through a conditioning exercise that involved carrying weighted packs across the length of the field before dropping them beside a wooden barrier and immediately beginning a series of bodyweight exercises.
Sico's breathing had become heavier.
Sweat gathered along his forehead despite the cool air.
One of the younger soldiers running beside him glanced sideways.
"You all right, sir?"
Sico managed a short laugh.
"I'm wondering why I agreed to this."
The soldier grinned.
"You're the President."
"Exactly."
Sico pushed himself upright after another repetition.
"I should have known better than to trust the training schedule."
A veteran nearby overheard him.
"You signed it."
"That was before I saw the last page."
Several soldiers laughed.
The humor lasted only a few seconds before the instructor called them back into position.
"Again!"
The group groaned collectively.
Sico shook his head.
"Apparently, democracy has limits."
They started again.
For a few minutes, the morning remained ordinary.
Then Sico noticed someone approaching from the far side of the training ground.
Sarah Lyons.
She was walking quickly.
Not her usual purposeful stride.
Quickly.
There was something different in the way she carried herself.
Sico slowed.
Sarah came through the gate separating the training lanes and crossed the packed earth toward him.
Her expression was serious.
Not the measured seriousness she wore when discussing intelligence.
This was urgency.
Sico immediately stepped away from the formation.
"Sarah?"
She stopped in front of him.
"We have a transmission."
Sico's breathing had not yet completely settled.
"From where?"
"One of the smaller settlements."
Her voice was tight.
"They've been attacked."
Sico's expression changed.
"What happened?"
Sarah looked directly at him.
"Slavers."
The word seemed to remove whatever remained of the morning's lightness.
"How many?"
"We don't know their exact number."
Sarah took a breath.
"But the settlement reports an organized group."
Sico waited.
"What did they do?"
"They raided the community during the night."
Her eyes remained fixed on his.
"They took all ten children living there."
For several seconds, Sico said nothing.
The sounds of the training grounds seemed to recede.
The rifles were still firing.
Soldiers were still running.
Instructors were still calling commands.
But his attention had narrowed entirely to Sarah.
"All ten?"
"Yes."
"Any adults killed?"
"We're still confirming the full casualty report."
"Wounded?"
"Some injuries have been reported."
"We don't have the complete details yet."
Sico's jaw tightened.
Ten children.
Not numbers on a report.
Not an abstract civilian population.
Ten individual lives.
Ten families waking that morning to empty beds.
He looked toward the training grounds.
The soldiers nearby had noticed that something had changed, though none of them interrupted.
Sico turned back to Sarah.
"How long ago?"
"The transmission came through minutes ago."
"Then we move now."
Sarah nodded.
"I thought you would say that."
Sico stepped toward the equipment area.
"Prepare a response convoy."
"How large?"
"Three Humvees."
"Two supply trucks."
Sarah was already reaching for her notebook.
"Personnel?"
"Fifty soldiers."
She looked up.
"Fifty?"
"Yes."
"This could become a sustained field operation."
"I know."
He spoke without hesitation.
"That's why they're coming equipped for one."
Sarah began writing rapidly.
"Food."
"Water."
"Medical supplies."
"Ammunition."
"Communications equipment."
"Restraints."
She nodded as each item was added.
"Anything else?"
"Field tools."
"Spare fuel."
"Recovery equipment."
"We don't know what condition the settlement will be in."
Sarah continued writing.
"Understood."
Sico paused.
Then added,
"And enough supplies that we don't have to take anything from the settlement."
Sarah looked up.
Sico's voice remained calm.
"They've already suffered enough."
The order was simple, but she understood what he meant.
The convoy would arrive prepared to support the community rather than placing another burden upon people who had just endured a raid.
Sarah closed the notebook.
"I'll get the logistics officers moving."
"I want communications support established before we leave."
"Already on it."
"And medical personnel."
"I'll assign a field medical team."
Sico nodded.
Then Sarah noticed something in his expression.
"You're going."
It wasn't a question.
"Yes."
"You don't have to."
"I know."
He looked toward the road leading away from Sanctuary.
"But I am."
Sarah studied him for a moment.
Sico continued.
"I need to see the settlement myself."
"I want to speak with the survivors."
"Understand how the raiders entered."
"How they left."
"Find out what they took."
"What they left behind."
"Whether anyone saw their direction of travel."
He paused.
"And whether they made any mistakes."
Sarah understood immediately.
"You want the trail."
"I want whatever trail remains."
Sico's voice hardened.
"If they left tracks, we find them."
"If they left damaged equipment, we examine it."
"If someone remembers a vehicle, a route, a weapon, anything…"
"We document it."
Sarah nodded.
"And the children?"
Sico looked at her.
"We bring all ten home."
There was no qualification in his voice.
No uncertainty.
"All ten."
Sarah closed the distance between them slightly.
"We'll do everything possible."
Sico shook his head.
"No."
"We'll do everything necessary."
Sarah held his gaze.
Then nodded once.
"Yes, sir."
Sico turned toward the soldiers.
The training exercise had stopped.
Preston wasn't there, but several instructors were already moving toward the formation, clearly aware that something important had occurred.
Sico raised his voice.
"Listen up."
The soldiers straightened.
He didn't give them a speech.
There was no need.
"A Republic settlement has been attacked."
"The attackers abducted ten children."
A murmur passed through the formation.
Sico allowed it to settle.
"We are deploying a rescue force."
"Not a revenge force."
The distinction mattered.
"We will pursue the people responsible."
"We will stop them."
"But our priority is the children."
His eyes moved across the soldiers.
"Every decision you make in the field needs to remember that."
A veteran nodded firmly.
Sico continued.
"Civilians are not targets."
"Captives are not targets."
"If the enemy tries to use either as protection, you exercise discipline."
"Do not allow anger to make decisions for you."
The soldiers stood silently.
Some of the younger recruits looked visibly shaken.
Perhaps some were thinking about their own families.
Their own younger brothers.
Their own children.
Sico understood.
Anger was natural.
That was precisely why it needed to be controlled.
"We find the children."
"We bring them home."
"Everyone understands?"
"Yes, sir!"
The response came together.
Strong.
Immediate.
Sico nodded.
"Then prepare."
The formation broke.
The training yard erupted into controlled activity.
Soldiers hurried toward the equipment stores.
Quartermasters began pulling crates from storage.
Mechanics moved toward the vehicle bay.
Communications personnel collected portable radios and spare batteries.
Medical staff began loading field kits.
The two supply trucks were brought forward first.
Their engines coughed once before settling into a steady rumble.
Three Humvees followed, their tires crunching over the packed ground as mechanics performed final inspections.
Sico watched the preparation for only a moment before heading toward the headquarters.
He needed to change.
As he crossed the training grounds, Sarah caught up with him.
"The convoy will be ready within the hour."
"Good."
"I've assigned Captain Miller to the second vehicle."
"And Sergeant Hale will command the infantry group."
Sico nodded.
"Experienced?"
"Both are."
"Good."
Sarah continued walking beside him.
"The settlement's communications operator said the attackers arrived from the eastern side."
"That's something."
"They apparently withdrew in the same general direction."
"Apparently?"
"The transmission was interrupted several times."
Sico frowned.
"Then we verify everything ourselves."
"Exactly."
They reached the headquarters entrance.
Inside, the familiar rhythm of administration had already been replaced by something sharper.
Staff members moved quickly but deliberately.
Nobody was panicking.
That was one of the first things Sico noticed.
The Republic had learned how to respond to emergencies without turning them into chaos.
A logistics officer approached.
"President, the supply trucks are being loaded."
"How much?"
"Enough for at least several days."
"Good."
"Medical?"
"Two field medics and one trauma specialist."
"Ammunition?"
"Loaded."
"Communications?"
"Three long-range sets, portable units, spare batteries."
Sico nodded.
"Keep one vehicle available for evacuation."
The officer immediately wrote the instruction down.
"Yes, sir."
He moved away.
Sarah looked at Sico.
"Anything else?"
"Make sure the settlement knows we're coming."
"Already transmitted."
"And tell them not to pursue the slavers themselves."
Sarah nodded.
"They've been instructed to remain inside the settlement until we arrive."
"Good."
Sico disappeared into his office.
The room looked almost exactly as he had left it the previous evening.
The Commonwealth map.
The paperwork.
The long-range radio.
For a brief moment, his eyes settled on the markings showing the Institute and Brotherhood conflict.
Robert's operations.
The reconnaissance teams.
The slowly shifting balance.
All of it remained important.
But not this morning.
Not now.
Somewhere beyond Sanctuary, ten children were waiting for someone to find them.
Sico picked up his field jacket.
He fastened it carefully.
Checked the sidearm at his belt.
Collected his radio.
Then stopped briefly beside the desk.
The Republic could spend months planning for a future war.
It could debate strategies.
Analyze enemies.
Study maps.
Move pieces carefully across a political and military landscape.
But leadership wasn't only about anticipating tomorrow.
Sometimes it meant responding to what had happened today.
He opened the office door.
Sarah was waiting in the corridor.
"The convoy is ready."
Sico nodded.
"Then let's go."
They walked together toward the main entrance.
As they emerged into the afternoon light, the Humvees were already lined up beyond the headquarters grounds.
Soldiers stood beside them checking equipment for the final time.
Supply trucks waited behind the armored vehicles.
Fifty soldiers.
Medical personnel.
Communications specialists.
Enough supplies to remain operational without burdening the settlement.
Sico looked across the assembled force.
There was no excitement in their faces.
Only determination.
That was exactly what he wanted.
Sarah climbed into the lead vehicle.
Sico followed.
Before the door closed, he looked once more toward Sanctuary.
The settlement continued around them.
People went about their lives.
Children walked along the streets.
Merchants prepared afternoon deliveries.
Nobody outside the convoy knew exactly what waited beyond the road.
Sico turned toward the driver.
"Let's move."
The engine growled.
One Humvee rolled forward.
Then another.
The third followed.
The supply trucks came behind them.
The convoy passed through the outer gate and onto the road leading into the Commonwealth.
Sico sat silently for several moments.
His mind returned to the settlement.
Ten children.
Ten families.
A group of slavers who had believed they could enter a Republic community, take its youngest residents, and disappear without consequence.
They had made one serious mistake.
They had assumed the Republic would accept their disappearance.
Sico looked through the windshield at the road stretching ahead.
His voice was quiet.
"We're bringing them home."
No one in the vehicle needed to ask who he meant.
The convoy continued eastward.
Behind them, Sanctuary slowly disappeared from view.
Ahead lay ruined roads, forests, abandoned structures, and whatever trail the slavers had left behind.
Sico didn't know yet where that trail would lead.
He didn't know how many attackers there were.
He didn't know whether the children were still being held together or had already been separated.
He didn't know whether the raiders had prepared an escape route.
But he knew what mattered.
They would find the settlement.
They would speak to the survivors.
They would reconstruct the attack.
They would follow every piece of evidence they could find.
And they would keep going until the trail ended.
Preferably somewhere with ten frightened children waiting to come home.
As the road narrowed as the convoy pushed farther into the Commonwealth.
The landscape changed gradually.
The restored roads surrounding Sanctuary gave way to older stretches of cracked pavement, then to packed dirt where roots had begun forcing their way through the broken surface. The three Humvees maintained a steady distance from one another, their engines producing a low mechanical rhythm that seemed almost reassuring against the silence of the surrounding countryside.
The two supply trucks followed behind.
Inside the lead vehicle, Sico remained quiet.
Sarah sat opposite him, a radio resting against her thigh. Neither had much to say.
There was nothing left to discuss.
They were going to the settlement.
They were going to find out what had happened.
And then they were going to find the children.
A voice suddenly came through the radio.
"Convoy, this is Forward Patrol Two."
Sarah immediately lifted the handset.
"Go ahead."
"We have visual."
She glanced toward Sico.
"Settlement ahead?"
"Affirmative."
A brief pause.
"Patrol units are moving to meet you."
Sico nodded.
"Tell them to remain alert."
Sarah transmitted the order.
The convoy continued around a bend.
A few minutes later, the settlement appeared between the trees.
It was smaller than Sanctuary by a considerable margin.
Perhaps twenty or thirty homes surrounded a central road and a handful of communal buildings. Several fields stretched beyond the houses, their crops partially trampled. Wooden fences had been broken in multiple places.
Even from a distance, Sico could see that something had happened here.
Two Republic soldiers appeared first.
They stepped from behind a barricade at the edge of the settlement, rifles lowered but ready.
When they recognized the Republic vehicles, one immediately raised an arm.
The convoy slowed.
The soldiers moved toward them.
As the lead Humvee came to a stop, one of the patrolmen approached Sarah's side of the vehicle.
"President."
Sico opened his door.
"How long have you been here?"
The soldier straightened.
"Since the settlement requested assistance after the attack."
His expression was tired.
"We've been helping them secure the perimeter and keeping watch in case the raiders returned."
Sico nodded.
"You've done the right thing."
The soldier glanced briefly toward the settlement.
"It's been difficult."
"I imagine."
Another patrolman approached.
"We've been helping with the wounded too."
"Good."
Sico stepped fully away from the Humvee.
"Show me the settlement leader."
The soldier pointed toward the central buildings.
"He's waiting for you."
Sico followed.
Sarah remained close behind him as the rest of the convoy began deploying.
The soldiers moved with practiced efficiency.
Some established a perimeter.
Others checked the surrounding tree line.
The medical team immediately unloaded their equipment and began preparing a treatment area inside the largest communal building.
The settlement leader came toward Sico before he had crossed half the distance.
He was an older man with gray hair and a face that seemed to have aged several years overnight.
His clothing was torn.
A dark stain remained on one sleeve.
He stopped in front of Sico.
"President."
Sico offered his hand.
"Tell me what happened."
The man's eyes briefly lowered.
"We were attacked during the night."
"Approximately what time?"
"Shortly after midnight."
"How many attackers?"
"We don't know."
He swallowed.
"There were enough."
Sico waited.
The settlement leader looked toward the houses.
"They came from the eastern side."
"They killed five of our people."
Sico's expression tightened.
"Five?"
"They tried to defend their homes."
The man's voice cracked slightly.
"They weren't soldiers."
"They were farmers."
"Neighbors."
"People who picked up whatever weapons they had."
Sico remained silent.
"There three Republic soldiers that station here," the leader continued.
"They fought too."
Sico immediately looked toward Sarah.
"And them?"
"Injured."
"All three?"
"Yes."
"Condition?"
"Two are badly hurt."
"The third is conscious."
Sico turned toward the medical team.
"Find them first."
Sarah nodded.
The settlement leader continued.
"Twelve others were wounded."
Sico's jaw tightened.
"And the children?"
The man's expression collapsed.
"All ten were taken."
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Sico looked around the settlement.
Broken doors.
Scattered belongings.
A child's wooden toy lying in the dirt beside a damaged fence.
The sight struck harder than any report could have.
"Were they taken together?"
"Yes."
"We saw them being moved toward the eastern road."
"Did anyone follow?"
The leader shook his head.
"We couldn't."
"We had wounded."
"The attackers were still firing."
Sico nodded slowly.
He understood.
There was no shame in surviving.
"Where are the wounded?"
"Several are inside the meeting hall."
"Take me there."
They moved quickly.
Inside, the smell of blood and disinfectant filled the room.
The Republic medics had already begun working.
One injured settler lay on a table while a medic examined a wound along his side. Another sat against the wall with his arm immobilized.
A woman was crying quietly while a field medic cleaned a cut across her forehead.
Sico stopped beside them.
"How bad?"
The medic looked up.
"Most injuries are treatable."
"Two require evacuation."
"Three others need further stabilization."
Sico nodded.
"Do it."
"Yes, sir."
"Use our vehicles if necessary."
The medic hesitated.
"We may need one of the Humvees."
"Take it."
Sico looked toward the wounded.
"Nothing matters more than getting them stabilized."
The medical team returned to work.
Sico remained for another moment.
He didn't offer speeches.
He didn't tell them everything would be fine.
He knew better than to make promises he couldn't guarantee.
Instead, he crouched beside one wounded settler.
"We're going to help you."
The man looked up.
"Thank you."
Sico nodded.
Then he stood.
Outside, the operation was already expanding.
Sarah approached.
"Perimeter is secure."
"Any sign of the raiders returning?"
"Nothing so far."
Sico looked toward the eastern side of the settlement.
"Then start the search."
Sarah understood immediately.
"I'll organize the teams."
"Use the soldiers already stationed here with us."
"They know the terrain."
"Exactly."
Sico pointed toward the damaged eastern perimeter.
"I want every approach examined."
"Tracks."
"Footprints."
"Vehicle marks."
"Broken vegetation."
"Blood."
"Discarded equipment."
"Anything."
Sarah nodded.
"Understood."
"And don't disturb anything unnecessarily."
"We'll mark evidence before moving it."
"Good."
Sico turned toward the settlement patrolmen.
"You two."
They straightened.
"You know this area better than we do."
"Yes, sir."
"Tell the search teams where the ground changes."
"Old roads."
"Dry creek beds."
"Animal trails."
"Anything people could use to move without being seen."
The first soldier nodded.
"There's an old logging road east of here."
Sico looked at him.
"How far?"
"About two miles."
"Could a vehicle use it?"
"Not easily."
"But a light truck could."
The second soldier added,
"There are several abandoned structures beyond it."
"Good."
Sico looked toward Sarah.
"Start there."
The teams dispersed.
Within minutes, soldiers were moving across the settlement perimeter.
Some crouched beside footprints.
Others examined damaged fences.
A pair of soldiers followed a faint line through tall grass where vegetation had been pressed flat.
The work was methodical.
Nobody shouted.
Nobody ran blindly into the woods.
The slavers had a head start.
Every minute mattered.
But rushing would only destroy the evidence they needed.
Sico returned toward the settlement center.
A small group of people stood nearby.
Parents.
He knew immediately.
Their faces told him everything.
One woman stepped forward.
"My daughter is seven."
Her voice trembled.
"They took her from her room."
Sico stopped in front of her.
"I know."
"No."
She shook her head.
"You don't."
There was anger beneath the grief.
"They took her while I was holding her."
Sico didn't interrupt.
"I tried to keep her."
The woman wiped her face.
"They pulled her away."
Her voice broke.
Sico let the silence remain.
She needed to say it.
Not hear another official promise.
Not receive some polished statement from someone wearing a uniform.
She needed someone to listen.
"They're going to hurt them," another parent said.
"We don't know that."
"You don't know they won't."
Sico looked directly at him.
"No."
"I don't."
The honesty seemed to surprise the man.
"But I can tell you what I will do."
Sico's voice remained firm.
"We will follow them."
"We will find where they went."
"We will pursue them."
"And we will bring your children home."
The woman stared at him through tears.
"All ten?"
"All ten."
Sico didn't hesitate.
"We're bringing every child home."
Another father stepped forward.
"What about the people they killed?"
Sico's expression hardened.
"They won't be forgotten."
"The five people who died defending this settlement mattered."
"The wounded matter."
"The three Republic soldiers who station here and injured also matter."
He paused.
"But right now, the children are alive."
"And that means they are our immediate priority."
The father nodded slowly.
It wasn't comfort.
But it was truth.
Sico turned as a soldier hurried toward him.
"President."
Sico immediately faced him.
"We found something."
"Where?"
"Eastern perimeter."
The soldier pointed.
"Come with me."
Sico followed.
Sarah joined them.
They crossed the settlement's edge and entered a patch of uneven ground where several trees had been damaged.
A soldier crouched beside a set of impressions in the mud.
"Boot prints."
Sico crouched.
The impressions were partially damaged by other movement, but several remained clear.
Different sizes.
Multiple people.
He examined them carefully.
"Direction?"
The soldier pointed.
"East."
Another soldier approached.
"We found tire marks farther ahead."
Sico stood.
"Vehicle?"
"Looks like it."
"How many?"
"One set that we can identify clearly."
"Could be more?"
"Possibly."
Sarah looked toward the trees.
"What else?"
The soldier opened his hand.
A small metal object rested in his palm.
"Found this near the fence."
Sico examined it.
It appeared to be part of a weapon mechanism.
Not Republic equipment.
He handed it to Sarah.
"Bag it."
"Yes, sir."
Another voice came from farther ahead.
"President!"
Sico looked up.
A search team stood beside a damaged section of fencing.
One soldier pointed toward the ground.
"There's blood here."
Sico walked toward him.
The stain was old enough to have darkened.
He crouched beside it.
"Human?"
The medic accompanying the search team examined it briefly.
"Almost certainly."
Sico looked at the direction of the footprints.
Then the blood.
Then the broken fence.
He began reconstructing the sequence.
The attackers had entered from the east.
They had met resistance near the outer homes.
The fighting had moved inward.
Some attackers had likely been wounded.
The children had been gathered after the defenders were overwhelmed.
Then the slavers had withdrawn along the same general route.
Sico stood slowly.
"Mark everything."
"Yes, sir."
He looked toward the eastern tree line.
The trail was there.
Faint.
Incomplete.
But real.
And somewhere beyond it were ten children.
Sico took a slow breath.
"Don't lose it."
The soldiers nodded.
"We won't."
Sico looked at Sarah.
"Bring the reconnaissance patrol leaders over."
She immediately understood.
"They know the terrain."
"And I want them comparing what we're finding with what they saw before we arrived."
Sarah moved away.
Sico remained beside the footprints.
The operation had only just begun.
The settlement had given them their first answers.
The attackers had entered from the east.
They had fought their way through.
They had suffered casualties.
They had taken the children.
They had escaped using vehicles and foot movement.
But the Commonwealth was vast.
Tracks could disappear.
Rain could erase footprints.
Vehicles could split into different directions.
The slavers could deliberately scatter the trail.
Sico knew all of that.
Yet he also knew something else.
They had made mistakes.
Everyone did.
And the Republic had finally found the first one.
He looked once more toward the woods.
"Find where they went."
Around him, soldiers moved deeper into the eastern perimeter, marking tracks and following broken vegetation.
Behind them, medics continued treating the wounded.
Families remained gathered near the settlement center, waiting.
The dead had been counted.
The injured were being cared for.
The settlement was secure.
But none of that was enough.
Not while ten children remained missing.
Sico stepped forward.
The trail disappeared between two trees before continuing beyond them.
He followed.
Only a few paces.
Then stopped.
The ground ahead contained another set of impressions.
Fresh enough to be useful.
The direction was unmistakable.
East.
Sico's eyes hardened.
"They came this way."
Sarah joined him.
"Then we follow."
Sico nodded.
"Yes."
He looked back briefly toward the settlement.
Then toward the darkening woods.
"We don't stop until we know where that trail ends."
The soldiers moved forward with one careful step at a time, as the rescue had begun.
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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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