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One to collect the republic's resources safely, and another to hunt down the corruption hiding within its growing system.
Morning came slowly to Sanctuary Hills the next day.
At first it was only a pale glow stretching across the eastern sky, the kind of quiet dawn that made the ruins of the old world look almost peaceful again. A thin mist clung to the river beyond the settlement, drifting lazily above the water as the first rays of sunlight began to push through.
Birds had started their morning chorus in the broken trees along the riverbank.
The settlement itself was only just beginning to wake.
A few farmers were already out near the fields, checking irrigation lines and brahmin pens. A pair of guards rotated off the night watch towers, climbing down the ladders while fresh sentries replaced them.
But the real activity that morning wasn't happening near the farms.
It was happening in the central street of Sanctuary.
Because today, the Freemasons Republic was testing a new system.
And Sico wanted to see it with his own eyes.
He stood near the balcony outside the headquarters building, looking down toward the open street below.
From here he could see nearly the entire staging area where the convoy was forming.
The sound of engines echoed softly between the old houses that had been converted into administrative offices and supply depots.
Three Humvees sat in a line near the road, their dark metal frames catching the early sunlight. Mechanics were finishing their checks while soldiers loaded spare ammunition crates into the rear compartments.
Nearby, two large transport trucks waited with their back ramps lowered.
Inside those trucks, soldiers were already climbing into bench seats along the sides.
Fifty of them.
A full escort detail.
Sico folded his arms as he watched the activity below.
The convoy looked serious.
Deliberately serious.
And that was exactly the point.
He wanted anyone watching to understand something clearly.
The Republic was not careless with its resources.
Footsteps sounded behind him.
He didn't need to turn to know who it was.
A moment later Magnolia stepped onto the balcony beside him.
She had traded her usual elegant clothing for something far more practical that morning.
A reinforced leather coat.
Utility belt.
Sidearm holstered at her hip.
Her hair had been tied back in a loose knot to keep it out of her face.
If someone had only known her from the bars and performance halls across the Commonwealth, they might have been surprised by the transformation.
But Sico had seen this side of Magnolia before.
The side that handled logistics.
Negotiations.
And the hard work of building a functioning government.
She leaned against the railing beside him and looked down at the convoy.
"Well," she said quietly.
"Hard to miss, isn't it?"
Sico gave a small smile.
"That's the idea."
Below them, soldiers continued moving between vehicles.
Inventory clerks checked supply manifests one last time.
Crates of preserved food, medical herbs, purified water containers, and building materials had already been organized inside the transport trucks.
But those crates weren't taxes yet.
They were examples.
Demonstrations of how the collection system would operate once they began visiting settlements.
Magnolia watched the soldiers working.
"You think this will scare off whoever's been skimming the tax?"
Sico shrugged slightly.
"Maybe."
His eyes stayed fixed on the convoy.
"But even if it doesn't…"
He paused.
"…it makes stealing a lot harder."
Magnolia nodded slowly.
"That's true."
She looked down again as one of the Humvee crews slammed the hood shut and climbed into the vehicle.
Engines rumbled to life one by one.
The deep mechanical sound rolled through the quiet streets of Sanctuary like distant thunder.
Sico rested his hands on the balcony railing.
"The investigation teams left early this morning."
Magnolia glanced at him.
"You spoke with them?"
"Before sunrise."
He nodded slightly.
"Robert and Robert MacCready already split their teams."
Magnolia leaned her head slightly to one side.
"Twenty-five commandos each."
"Exactly."
Sico's gaze shifted toward the distant road leaving Sanctuary.
"They're already moving along the caravan routes."
Tracking.
Observing.
Listening.
Somewhere out there in the Commonwealth, fifty commandos were now quietly searching for whoever had been siphoning off Republic resources.
Magnolia exhaled slowly.
"Two operations running at the same time."
"Investigation and prevention."
Sico nodded.
"If the commandos catch someone…"
"…we'll know who's responsible."
Magnolia finished the thought.
"And if they don't?"
Sico gave a faint smile.
"Then the new convoy system might solve the problem anyway."
Below them, the preparations continued.
A tall officer stepped beside the convoy and raised his voice.
"All escort units, final check!"
Soldiers responded immediately.
Weapons were inspected.
Radios tested.
Perimeter scouts confirmed the surrounding roads were clear.
Magnolia straightened slightly and glanced toward the officer.
"That's Lieutenant Carter."
Sico nodded.
"He's leading the escort detail?"
"Yes."
Magnolia watched Carter walking between the soldiers.
"Experienced."
"Former Minutemen patrol leader before joining the Republic."
Sico approved of the choice.
Anyone leading a convoy this important needed both discipline and practical battlefield experience.
Magnolia turned away from the railing.
"I should head down there."
Sico looked at her.
"You're riding in the lead vehicle?"
"First Humvee."
She nodded toward the street.
"Best position to coordinate the stops."
Sico gave a small approving nod.
"Good."
Magnolia hesitated slightly before stepping away.
"You'll be watching the reports?"
"Constantly."
"Every settlement we visit sends a message back to headquarters."
Sico smiled faintly.
"I'll probably know how things are going before you even reach the second town."
Magnolia laughed softly.
"That's comforting."
But before leaving the balcony, she paused for a moment.
"You know…"
She looked back at him.
"This is a big step."
Sico tilted his head slightly.
"How so?"
Magnolia gestured toward the convoy below.
"Yesterday, settlements brought their taxes to us."
"Today, we're going out to collect them."
Sico understood what she meant.
"This makes the Republic more visible."
"Exactly."
She folded her arms.
"Some settlers will see it as strength."
"And others?"
"Authority."
Sico didn't look worried.
"A government needs both."
Magnolia studied his expression.
Then she nodded slowly.
"Fair point."
And with that, she turned and walked back inside the building to join the convoy.
Sico remained on the balcony.
Below him, the final moments of preparation were unfolding.
Magnolia emerged from the headquarters doorway and crossed the street toward the convoy.
Several soldiers greeted her with respectful nods as she approached.
She spoke briefly with Lieutenant Carter.
Sico couldn't hear the words from the balcony.
But he could see the professional exchange.
Carter gestured toward the road map mounted on the side of the Humvee.
Magnolia studied it.
Then nodded.
A moment later she climbed into the passenger seat of the lead vehicle.
The door slammed shut.
The convoy commander raised his hand.
"All vehicles!"
Engines roared louder as drivers shifted gears.
The entire street seemed to vibrate slightly with the combined sound of armored engines and heavy transport trucks.
Settlers nearby had begun gathering along the sidewalks to watch.
Farmers.
Caravan workers.
Children.
It wasn't every day Sanctuary saw a full military convoy roll out of town.
Sico leaned forward slightly against the balcony railing.
This moment mattered.
Because it showed the settlers something important.
The Republic was not just an idea anymore.
It was an organized force.
A government that could protect its people and manage its resources.
Lieutenant Carter raised his voice one last time.
"Convoy!"
"Move out!"
The first Humvee rolled forward.
Its tires crunched across the gravel road as it turned toward the main street leading out of Sanctuary.
Behind it, the second and third Humvees followed in formation.
Then the two transport trucks.
Soldiers inside the trucks looked out through the open rear flaps, scanning the surroundings as they left the settlement.
The convoy moved slowly at first.
Carefully navigating the narrow streets between old houses.
But once it reached the open road leading south, the vehicles began to accelerate.
Dust rose behind them.
Within minutes the convoy had disappeared beyond the outer guard towers.
Magnolia and her team were on their way.
Sico stayed on the balcony for a long moment after the convoy vanished from view.
The street below slowly returned to normal.
Settlers drifted back to their work.
Farmers returned to the fields.
Merchants reopened market stalls.
The engines were gone now.
The quiet morning had returned.
But the Republic had just taken another step forward.
Behind the scenes, two operations were now unfolding across the Commonwealth.
Magnolia's convoy moving from settlement to settlement.
Collecting resources directly.
Testing whether the new system would eliminate the corruption problem.
And somewhere out on the broken highways and ruined towns.
Robert and MacCready's commandos were already searching for the truth behind the missing tax.
Sico finally turned away from the balcony and walked back inside the headquarters.
The investigation had begun.
The new tax system had begun.
The investigation had begun.
The new tax system had begun.
And by mid-morning, both of those operations were already moving across the Commonwealth.
The convoy rolled south from Sanctuary Hills in a tight, disciplined formation.
The first Humvee carried Lieutenant Carter at the wheel and Magnolia beside him in the passenger seat, a folded map resting on her lap.
Behind them came the second and third Humvees, each manned with gunners watching the roads through mounted machine guns.
Then the two transport trucks followed close behind, their engines rumbling under the weight of fifty soldiers riding inside.
Dust trailed behind the convoy as it moved along the cracked asphalt road that once connected suburban neighborhoods before the war.
The Commonwealth stretched out around them.
Broken overpasses.
Collapsed houses.
Rusting vehicles abandoned decades earlier.
Magnolia watched it all through the windshield.
Even after all this time, the sight of the ruined world could still feel surreal.
She adjusted the map on her lap and glanced at Carter.
"First stop?"
"Abernathy Farm," Carter replied.
"Closest settlement on the route."
Magnolia nodded.
"Good place to test the system."
Carter gave a quick grin.
"And a good place for the settlers to see how serious the Republic is."
Magnolia didn't disagree.
The convoy rumbled across an old bridge and turned down a dirt road leading toward the farm.
Within minutes the wooden structures of Abernathy Farm came into view.
Fields stretched across the landscape, rows of tatos growing in the fertile soil while brahmin grazed near the fences.
As the convoy approached, settlers stopped their work.
People turned.
Some shielded their eyes against the sun as they looked toward the approaching vehicles.
Three Humvees.
Two trucks.
Fifty armed soldiers.
It was impossible to ignore.
The convoy rolled to a controlled stop just outside the farm's central yard.
Soldiers immediately jumped down from the trucks and formed a loose perimeter.
Not aggressive.
Just alert.
Magnolia stepped out of the Humvee.
The wind carried the smell of fresh soil and growing crops.
Across the yard, Blake Abernathy approached slowly.
He wiped his hands on a rag and looked between the vehicles and the soldiers.
"Well," he said with a dry chuckle.
"Now that's one hell of a tax collector."
Magnolia smiled politely.
"Good morning, Blake."
He nodded.
"Morning."
His eyes scanned the soldiers again.
"I'm guessing this is the new system Sico talked about?"
Magnolia nodded.
"It is."
She gestured toward the trucks.
"We'll handle the collection directly now."
Blake folded his arms thoughtfully.
"Cuts out the caravan middlemen."
"Exactly."
He glanced again at the soldiers.
"Well… nobody's stealing anything from that convoy."
Magnolia gave a small smile.
"That's the idea."
Soon after, the collection process began.
Clerks unloaded portable ledgers from the Humvee.
Settlement representatives brought forward the prepared tax contributions.
Crates of tatos.
Preserved meat.
Water containers.
Construction lumber.
Each item was recorded carefully.
Then carried to the transport trucks where soldiers secured them in organized rows.
The process took nearly an hour.
But everything ran smoothly.
And as Magnolia oversaw the final inventory check, she noticed something.
A feeling.
A subtle awareness.
She glanced toward the distant tree line beyond the fields.
Nothing obvious.
Just wind moving through the tall grass.
But still, She could feel it.
Someone watching.
Not close enough to see clearly.
But somewhere out there.
Magnolia kept her expression calm.
She didn't point it out.
Didn't alert the soldiers.
But as she turned back toward the convoy, her eyes briefly scanned the distant terrain again.
If someone had been watching before, the sight of fifty soldiers and armored vehicles had probably convinced them to stay far away.
And that, she realized, might be exactly the point.
By early afternoon the convoy had visited two more settlements.
Tenpines Bluff
And
Greentop Nursery.
At each stop the pattern repeated.
The convoy arrived.
Soldiers secured the perimeter.
Magnolia met with settlement leaders.
Taxes were recorded.
Crates were loaded.
And every time, settlers reacted the same way.
Curiosity.
Respect.
A little nervousness.
But mostly relief.
Because the Republic clearly took the protection of their contributions seriously.
Yet Magnolia couldn't shake the feeling that someone out there was observing them.
Once, near Greentop Nursery, she thought she saw movement on a distant ridge.
A figure maybe.
But when she focused on it, the shape disappeared behind broken trees.
Again she said nothing.
If someone was watching…
They were being careful.
And the convoy's presence alone might already be forcing them to rethink whatever they had been doing.
Far away from the convoy's armored engines, a very different kind of operation was unfolding.
In the quiet ruins near an old highway interchange, Robert MacCready crouched beside a crumbling concrete barrier.
Behind him, twenty-five commandos waited silently.
They wore lighter gear than the convoy soldiers.
Recon armor.
Suppressed rifles.
Equipment built for stealth rather than intimidation.
MacCready studied the ground.
A faint trail cut through the dirt near the broken road.
Cart tracks.
Brahmin hoof prints.
But something else too.
He pointed quietly.
"See that?"
One of the commandos leaned closer.
"Smaller tracks."
MacCready nodded.
"Hand carts."
The soldier frowned.
"Caravans?"
MacCready shook his head.
"No."
He tapped the dirt.
"Caravans travel on the main road."
"These came off the road."
He stood slowly.
"Someone's moving supplies through here without using the official routes."
That was exactly the kind of trail they had been hoping to find.
Nearby, another commando approached.
"Sir."
MacCready looked up.
"What?"
"Scouting team found something further down the ridge."
"Crates."
MacCready's eyes narrowed slightly.
"What kind?"
"Food containers."
MacCready gave a quiet whistle.
"Well now…"
He motioned to the team.
"Let's go take a look."
The commandos moved silently through the ruined terrain.
A few minutes later they reached the hidden spot.
Half buried under a collapsed section of highway concrete were several crates.
MacCready crouched beside one and brushed away dirt.
The Republic's tax seal was still visible on the wood.
He chuckled quietly.
"Well…"
"There it is."
One of the commandos crossed his arms.
"Stolen shipments."
MacCready nodded.
"Looks like our thieves have a storage spot."
But the real question remained.
Who was moving them?
And where were the rest going?
MacCready stood and looked toward the distant hills.
"Alright."
He turned to his team.
"We're close."
"Now we follow the rest of the trail."
Several miles away, the other commando unit led by Robert was working along another section of the caravan routes.
Unlike MacCready's team, they were following reports from local settlers.
Robert knelt beside a farmer who had been describing something strange.
"You saw this convoy?"
The farmer nodded nervously.
"Not like yours."
Robert's expression stayed calm.
"How many people?"
"Six… maybe eight."
"Armed?"
"Yes."
"And the crates?"
"They loaded them onto small carts."
Robert exchanged a glance with one of his commandos.
That matched the pattern.
Small shipments.
Quiet movement.
Avoiding attention.
Robert stood.
"Which direction did they go?"
The farmer pointed toward the old forest road.
Robert nodded once.
"Thank you."
As the commandos moved away, one soldier spoke quietly.
"You think it's the same group MacCready is tracking?"
Robert answered simply.
"Probably."
He looked down the road.
"Let's find out."
Late afternoon sunlight stretched across the Commonwealth as Magnolia's convoy rolled toward its next destination.
The trucks were heavier now.
Filled with collected resources.
Crates stacked carefully inside.
Lieutenant Carter glanced at Magnolia.
"Everything running smoothly so far."
Magnolia nodded.
"Yes."
But she kept looking toward the surrounding hills.
That feeling again.
Watching eyes.
Carter noticed her gaze.
"Something wrong?"
Magnolia shook her head.
"Maybe nothing."
But inside she couldn't ignore the quiet instinct forming in her mind.
Someone had been observing the convoy all day.
Keeping their distance.
Studying the new system.
And if those observers were the same people responsible for the missing shipments…
Then the Republic had just changed their entire operation overnight.
Magnolia looked back toward the loaded trucks.
Fifty soldiers.
Three Humvees.
Two trucks full of resources.
Anyone who had once thought it easy to steal from the Republic would now be facing a much harder reality.
The afternoon light was beginning to soften across the Commonwealth.
Out on the cracked highways and broken forests beyond the settlements, two separate commando teams were now moving along trails that had not been used by honest caravans for a long time.
The quiet investigation that Sico had ordered that morning was beginning to converge.
And neither side of the search knew just how close they were to the truth.
The ruined highway stretched across the landscape like the skeleton of a dead giant.
Pieces of asphalt had broken away long ago, leaving jagged edges where grass and small weeds now pushed through the cracks. Rusted cars still sat where they had been abandoned decades earlier, their frames hollowed out by time.
Along one section of that ruined road, Robert MacCready crouched again beside the faint trail his team had discovered earlier.
He ran a gloved finger through the dirt where the cart wheels had passed.
The tracks were fresher here.
One of the commandos beside him leaned closer.
"They passed here recently."
MacCready nodded.
"Within the last day."
He stood and looked toward the distant tree line.
Beyond the road, the terrain sloped downward into a patch of broken forest where thick brush and scattered rock formations created natural cover.
Perfect terrain for people who didn't want to be seen.
MacCready raised a hand and gestured forward.
"Move carefully."
Twenty-five commandos began advancing silently through the trees.
Every step was controlled.
Every movement deliberate.
This wasn't the kind of operation where noise was acceptable.
The deeper they moved into the forest, the clearer the trail became.
The cart tracks continued through the dirt.
Brahmin hoof prints appeared occasionally.
But most importantly, there were boot marks.
Not the scattered footprints of settlers or traders.
These were consistent.
Disciplined.
People moving in groups.
A smuggling operation.
MacCready crouched again near a rock outcropping and studied the ground.
One of the commandos whispered behind him.
"You think this leads to their main storage?"
MacCready answered quietly.
"Probably."
Then he tilted his head slightly.
Because he had just noticed something else.
Fresh cigarette ash on the ground.
Someone had been standing here recently.
Watching the road.
MacCready glanced toward the nearby ridge.
A natural observation point.
He turned back to his team.
"They've got lookouts."
The commandos immediately spread out slightly.
Weapons raised.
Eyes scanning the terrain.
MacCready motioned toward the ridge.
"Two scouts with me."
The three of them climbed carefully up the slope.
When they reached the top, the view opened across a shallow valley.
And there it was.
A rusted steel door built into the side of a rocky hillside.
An abandoned military bunker.
Or at least it had once been abandoned.
Because now there were signs of activity around it.
Footpaths.
Crates stacked beside the entrance.
And two armed men standing guard near the bunker door.
MacCready lowered himself slowly behind a fallen tree trunk.
"Well…"
He muttered quietly.
"Looks like we found their house."
One of the scouts whispered.
"That bunker wasn't on the old maps."
MacCready gave a faint smirk.
"Which makes it perfect for thieves."
He studied the guards.
Two outside.
Maybe more inside.
But before he could decide the next move, he heard something else.
Footsteps approaching from the trees behind them.
All three commandos turned instantly.
Weapons raised.
But the moment MacCready saw the approaching figures, his expression relaxed slightly.
Another group of soldiers stepped out from the trees.
Twenty-five commandos moving with the same quiet discipline.
At their front walked Robert.
Robert stopped beside the fallen tree and glanced toward the bunker.
"Well."
He said calmly.
"Looks like we were following the same trail."
MacCready lowered his rifle slightly.
"About time you showed up."
Robert crouched beside him and looked toward the bunker entrance.
"Found anything interesting?"
MacCready nodded toward the guards.
"Two outside."
"And probably more inside."
Robert studied the bunker carefully.
His eyes moved across the terrain the way a strategist studies a battlefield.
Observation points.
Approach routes.
Blind spots.
And most importantly.
Escape paths.
"Looks like a storage location," Robert said quietly.
MacCready tapped the dirt.
"The crates we found earlier had the Republic seal."
Robert nodded slowly.
"So this is where the missing taxes have been going."
For a moment both men simply watched the bunker.
Then Robert turned to the commandos behind them.
"We're going to approach quietly."
MacCready nodded.
"First we remove the guards."
Robert gave a quick signal.
Four commandos stepped forward.
Silencers attached.
Knives ready.
MacCready whispered.
"Take them clean."
The soldiers moved through the brush like shadows.
Slow.
Silent.
One guard leaned casually against a crate near the bunker entrance.
He had no idea anyone was watching him.
A second guard stood nearby, scanning the valley lazily.
The commandos moved closer.
Ten meters.
Five.
Then.
Two quick muffled shots.
The guards collapsed almost simultaneously.
Before either body even hit the ground fully, two more commandos had already caught them and dragged them into the shadows.
The valley returned to silence.
MacCready nodded approvingly.
"Clean work."
Robert motioned toward the bunker entrance.
"Let's see what they're hiding."
The combined teams moved toward the bunker carefully.
Thirty soldiers now.
Still silent.
Still controlled.
They reached the steel door.
It stood slightly open.
Voices echoed faintly from inside.
MacCready raised a hand.
Everyone froze.
He leaned closer to the opening.
Inside, the bunker hallway stretched deeper underground, lit by a few flickering electric lamps connected to some kind of improvised generator.
And from deeper inside the bunker, several voices could be heard arguing.
Robert moved closer beside him.
"Listen."
The voices grew clearer.
One man sounded frustrated.
"This is a disaster!"
Another voice answered angrily.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this!"
MacCready and Robert exchanged a glance.
Then they listened carefully.
A third man spoke.
"You think I planned this?!"
"Yesterday everything was normal!"
"We skimmed the taxes from the caravans like always!"
Then another voice slammed something onto a table.
"Well we can't do it anymore!"
"Not with that convoy running around!"
Robert's eyes narrowed.
Inside the bunker, the argument continued.
"You saw it!"
"Three Humvees!"
"Fifty damn soldiers!"
"And that woman leading them!"
Another voice spat the words bitterly.
"Magnolia."
The name echoed down the hallway.
Robert and MacCready both went still.
Inside, one of the thieves continued ranting.
"She's personally collecting the taxes now!"
"The Freemasons aren't letting caravans carry them anymore!"
Another man cursed loudly.
"That ruins everything!"
"How are we supposed to intercept shipments when the Republic is escorting them with an army?!"
One of the others muttered angrily.
"This is Sico's doing…"
"He must have figured out someone was skimming."
Another slammed his fist against a metal table.
"Well we're finished if they trace the missing taxes back here!"
The bunker fell quiet for a moment.
Then someone said the words that confirmed everything.
"We should move the rest of the supplies tonight."
"Before they come looking."
Outside the bunker entrance, Robert slowly leaned back from the doorway.
MacCready looked at him.
"Well…"
He said quietly.
"There it is."
Robert nodded once.
"These are the people."
Inside the bunker, the argument continued.
"What if they already know?"
"They don't."
"How can you be sure?!"
"Because if they knew, they'd already be here!"
MacCready couldn't help smiling faintly at that.
He looked toward Robert.
"Timing's perfect."
Robert studied the bunker entrance again.
They now had confirmation.
The stolen taxes.
The hidden storage.
The thieves themselves.
Everything was inside that bunker.
Robert turned toward the commandos behind them.
Thirty soldiers now stood ready.
Weapons prepared.
MacCready cracked his knuckles lightly.
"Alright."
He whispered.
"Looks like we're storming a bunker today."
Robert nodded calmly.
"Capture as many alive as possible."
MacCready smirked.
"Yeah."
"Pretty sure Sico will want to ask them some questions."
Robert gave a quick signal to the squad leaders.
Commandos began positioning themselves along the bunker entrance.
Two teams ready to breach.
Others covering the exterior.
MacCready leaned close to Robert.
"You think they have more guards inside?"
"Probably."
Robert answered quietly.
"But they're arguing."
"Which means they're distracted."
MacCready grinned.
"Even better."
Inside the bunker the thieves were still debating their next move.
One of them spoke nervously.
"We should leave now."
Another snapped back.
"And abandon all the supplies?!"
A third voice interrupted.
"Quiet!"
Footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Then suddenly, the bunker door burst open.
Thirty commandos flooded inside with terrifying speed.
Weapons raised.
"DON'T MOVE!"
The shout echoed through the bunker corridor.
Men inside the room froze in shock.
Some tried reaching for weapons.
But they were far too slow.
MacCready stepped into the room with his rifle leveled.
"Hands up."
Robert followed behind him, calm and controlled.
Around the room, commandos had already secured every angle.
The smugglers stared in stunned silence.
One of them whispered under his breath.
"…shit."
MacCready nodded slightly.
"Yeah."
"Pretty much."
He gestured toward the crates stacked around the bunker.
Crates stamped with the Freemasons Republic tax seal.
"Well boys…"
He said casually.
"I think you've been caught."
Robert stepped forward.
His voice was calm.
But firm.
"You've been stealing resources from the Republic."
No one in the room denied it.
Because the evidence surrounded them.
At the same time Magnolia's convoy continued its journey between settlements.
Unaware that the investigation she had helped trigger that morning had just reached its most important discovery.
Inside the bunker, Robert looked around the room at the captured smugglers.
"This operation is finished."
MacCready leaned against a crate and crossed his arms.
"Yeah."
He looked toward the prisoners.
"And I've got a feeling Sico's going to want a long conversation with you."
And outside the bunker, the sun was beginning to set across the Commonwealth.
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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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