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The Republic had gone into the Commonwealth looking for ten missing children. And they had found them, then bring them back where they had belonged.
As the reunion continued for several minutes before the first wave of emotion began to settle.
Parents remained close to their children, unwilling to let go.
Some sat on the ground with their sons or daughters tucked against their chests. Others stood with both hands resting on their children's shoulders, repeatedly checking their faces, hair, arms, and clothes as though still unable to believe that the nightmare had ended.
The settlement had changed.
Only hours earlier, it had been a place of grief and fear.
Now there was something else beneath the exhaustion.
Relief.
Sico watched for a moment before turning toward the damaged buildings.
The rescue was over.
But the settlement wasn't.
Broken fences still leaned against posts. Several houses had damaged doors and shattered windows. One roof had lost a section of timber, while another building had scorch marks along one exterior wall. The eastern barricade was little more than a collection of splintered boards and sandbags thrown together during the attack.
Sico looked at Sarah.
"We're staying."
She glanced at him.
"Tonight?"
"At least tonight."
Sarah understood immediately.
"They've been through enough."
Sico nodded.
"And I don't want our people driving back through the Commonwealth after dark unless there's a reason."
He looked toward the soldiers.
"Let's make this place stronger before we leave."
Sarah smiled faintly.
"I'll get the officers organized."
"Don't make it complicated."
Sico started walking toward the damaged perimeter.
"Put people where they're useful."
That became the order.
Within minutes, the Republic force changed from a rescue column into a temporary reconstruction crew.
Soldiers who had spent the afternoon fighting slavers were now carrying timber.
Engineers examined the damaged barricades and began deciding which sections could be repaired and which needed to be rebuilt entirely. Mechanics inspected the settlement's generator and power equipment. Communications personnel checked the local radio station, replacing damaged wiring and testing its range.
The change was almost strange to watch.
Rifles were still slung across shoulders.
Some soldiers still wore the dust and grime of the warehouse assault.
Yet they were now hammering nails into fence posts.
A pair of Republic engineers lifted a heavy beam together.
"Higher."
"Got it."
"Hold there."
Another soldier drove a metal bracket into place.
Nearby, two settlers watched for a moment before one finally stepped forward.
"Need another pair of hands?"
The soldier looked at him.
"Absolutely."
The man picked up a hammer.
Soon they were working together.
Sico moved from one group to another.
He didn't stay in one place long.
At one house, he helped two soldiers lift a damaged door back onto its hinges.
At another, he carried several lengths of timber toward a family whose outer wall had been damaged.
"You don't have to do that, President," the homeowner said.
Sico set the timber down.
"I know."
He picked up another piece.
"But the wall still needs fixing."
The man stared at him for a moment before laughing quietly.
"Fair enough."
They worked together.
Further down the road, Sico found several soldiers reinforcing the western fence.
"That's too low," he said.
The engineer looked over.
"We can raise it."
"Do it."
"We'll need more posts."
Sico glanced toward the supply trucks.
"Take what you need."
The engineer hesitated.
"We've already used a lot."
"Then use more."
Sico looked across the settlement.
"I'm not leaving them short."
The order was understood.
Food crates were unloaded.
Medical supplies were transferred into the settlement's clinic.
Ammunition was counted and added to the community's defensive stores.
Construction materials were distributed among the families whose homes had been damaged.
Additional fuel was left for the generator.
Water purification supplies were checked.
The settlement leader followed Sico through much of the afternoon.
At first, the older man seemed uncertain about what to say.
Eventually he stopped beside him.
"You really mean to leave all this?"
Sico looked at the stacks of timber.
"Yes."
"You've already done more than we expected."
Sico shook his head.
"We rescued your children."
He glanced toward the houses.
"That doesn't repair your roofs."
The settlement leader smiled sadly.
"No."
"It doesn't."
They stood together for a moment.
Then the older man looked toward the soldiers working around them.
"I've never seen anything like this."
Sico looked at him.
"What?"
"Soldiers coming back after a fight and helping rebuild the houses they just defended."
Sico gave a small shrug.
"They live here too."
The settlement leader considered that.
Then nodded.
"I suppose they do."
As afternoon became evening, the settlement slowly began to resemble itself again.
Not completely.
There were still scars everywhere.
But the immediate damage was being controlled.
A broken fence became a repaired fence.
A damaged door became a functioning door.
A weak barricade became something sturdy enough to withstand another attack.
The children remained with their families.
Some had fallen asleep.
Others sat quietly beside their parents.
The medical team continued checking on the wounded.
The three Republic soldiers injured during the raid were stable, and arrangements were made to ensure they could receive continued care.
The five settlers who had died remained mournfully present in everyone's thoughts.
Sico did not allow their sacrifice to disappear beneath the happiness of the reunions.
Before sunset, he spoke with the settlement leader again.
"We're leaving tomorrow morning."
The man nodded.
"I understand."
"Until then, we'll maintain security."
"And you have enough supplies?"
The leader looked toward the crates.
"More than enough."
"Good."
Sico pointed toward the defensive positions.
"Keep those manned."
"We will."
"If you see anything suspicious, report it immediately."
"We'll do that."
"And don't assume the attack was a one-time event."
The man's expression became serious.
"I won't."
Sico nodded.
"Good."
As darkness approached, the Republic soldiers established a temporary security rotation.
Two-man patrols moved around the settlement perimeter.
Others occupied the rebuilt defensive positions.
The Humvees were parked where they could respond quickly if necessary.
The supply trucks remained nearby.
Inside the homes, families finally began settling down.
For the first time since the raid, parents could close their doors knowing their children were inside.
That mattered.
Sico found a quiet place near the edge of the settlement after most of the work had stopped.
The night air was cool.
Somewhere behind him, a soldier laughed quietly.
A child spoke inside one of the houses.
The settlement was breathing again.
Sico looked toward the dark trees.
The rescue had succeeded.
All ten children were home.
But success didn't erase what had happened.
Five settlers had died.
Twelve had been wounded.
Three Republic soldiers had been injured.
And the slavers had reached the community in the first place.
That was what stayed with him.
The Republic had patrols.
It had soldiers.
It had communications.
Yet a small settlement had still been vulnerable enough for a group of slavers to attack in the middle of the night and take ten children before help could arrive.
Sico folded his arms.
That could not happen again.
Not like this.
Sarah approached quietly.
"Couldn't sleep?"
"Not yet."
She stood beside him.
"You're thinking about the settlement."
"I'm thinking about all of them."
Sarah knew what he meant.
The smaller communities scattered across Republic territory.
Places with only a few dozen families.
Places too distant to expect immediate military support.
Sico finally looked at her.
"We're going to have to change something."
Sarah nodded.
"I figured."
"We'll discuss it tomorrow."
She glanced toward the settlement.
"Tomorrow."
They remained there for another few minutes.
Then Sico finally returned to the temporary quarters prepared for him.
The night passed quietly.
By morning, the settlement had already begun returning to its ordinary rhythm.
Smoke rose from cooking fires.
People moved between houses.
Children stayed close to their parents, but there were occasional moments of laughter.
The repaired barricades stood along the perimeter.
They weren't perfect.
But they were stronger.
Sico stepped outside shortly after sunrise.
The convoy was already being prepared.
Three Humvees.
Two supply trucks.
Equipment secured.
Medical supplies accounted for.
Fuel checked.
Communications tested.
The soldiers gathered for the final inspection.
Sico walked along the vehicles, checking the preparations personally.
"Everything accounted for?"
The logistics officer nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"Medical supplies?"
"Complete."
"Communications?"
"Operational."
"Fuel?"
"Full."
Sico nodded.
"Good."
The settlement leader approached him.
"You're leaving."
"We are."
The man extended his hand.
Sico shook it.
"Thank you."
"You don't owe me anything."
The older man shook his head.
"I disagree."
Sico glanced toward the families.
"Just keep them safe."
"We will."
The parents of the rescued children came forward.
There were no speeches.
No formal ceremony.
One mother simply hugged Sico.
Another father shook his hand with both of his.
"Thank you."
Sico nodded.
"Take care of them."
"We will."
He looked toward the children.
"Stay close to your families."
One little boy nodded solemnly.
Sico smiled.
"Good."
The moment remained simple.
That was how Sico wanted it.
Before climbing into the Humvee, he turned toward the settlement.
"Stay vigilant."
The settlement leader nodded.
"We will."
"The Republic hasn't forgotten you."
Then Sico climbed inside.
The convoy began moving.
The Humvees led the way.
The supply trucks followed.
The settlement gradually disappeared behind them.
This time, the road felt different.
There was no desperate urgency.
No unknown destination.
No missing children waiting somewhere beyond the trees.
They were simply going home.
The journey was long.
The Commonwealth passed around them in familiar fragments.
Forests.
Broken roads.
Abandoned structures.
Old bridges.
Eventually, the landscape became more recognizable.
Sanctuary appeared in the distance.
The convoy crossed the bridge toward the settlement.
The main gate was already open.
Guards recognized the approaching vehicles and waved them through without delay.
The convoy passed into Sanctuary.
People looked up as the Humvees rolled through the streets.
The vehicles continued toward Freemasons Headquarters.
Eventually they stopped directly outside.
Sico stepped down first.
Sarah followed.
The soldiers began dismounting.
Sico looked across the assembled personnel.
There was exhaustion on many faces.
But also quiet satisfaction.
"You did good work."
The soldiers stood listening.
"You brought those children home."
He paused.
"And you helped leave that settlement stronger than we found it."
Sico nodded toward the vehicles.
"Mission complete."
"Return equipment."
"Report to your units."
"And get some proper rest."
"Yes, sir."
The soldiers dispersed.
The Humvees rolled toward the vehicle area.
The supply trucks followed toward logistics.
Within minutes, the courtyard became quieter.
Sarah remained beside Sico.
He looked toward her.
"The attack exposed a serious weakness."
Sarah's expression became attentive.
"Our smaller settlements."
She nodded.
"I know."
"We can't leave them this lightly protected."
Sico's voice was firm.
"I want additional soldiers stationed at every small settlement across Republic territory."
Sarah didn't hesitate.
"We'll need to prioritize."
"Do it."
"I'll coordinate with Army Headquarters."
"Determine which communities are most vulnerable."
"Then begin moving personnel."
Sarah nodded.
"I'll start immediately."
Sico gave her a final nod.
"Good."
Sarah turned and walked away.
There was no delay in her stride.
She was already thinking about numbers, units, transportation, command structures, and which settlements would receive the first reinforcements.
Sico watched her disappear toward Army Headquarters.
Then he turned toward Freemasons Headquarters.
The familiar doors opened.
Inside, the Republic's ordinary rhythm was already waiting.
Staff members noticed him immediately.
"Good morning, President."
"Morning."
"Welcome back, sir."
Sico nodded as he walked.
There were no dramatic announcements.
No pause in the machinery of government.
The Commonwealth hadn't stopped simply because he had left it for a day.
Neither had the Republic.
He entered his office.
The desk was covered with reports.
Administrative matters.
Military updates.
Settlement requests.
Logistics summaries.
Communications reports.
Supply figures.
Personnel issues.
Several folders had been marked for presidential attention.
Sico stopped beside the desk.
For a moment, he simply looked at them.
Yesterday, ten children had been missing.
Today, they were home.
But hundreds of thousands of people across the Republic still depended on decisions made inside rooms like this one.
He sat down.
A staff member entered carrying another stack of documents.
"President."
Sico looked up.
"Go ahead."
The staff member placed the first report in front of him.
"This came in during your absence."
Sico opened it.
Another report followed.
Then another.
He listened carefully as the staff began explaining what had happened across the Republic while he had been away.
Administrative disputes.
Military movements.
Construction schedules.
Settlement concerns.
Supply shortages.
Communications updates.
One issue after another.
Sico occasionally interrupted with a question.
Sometimes he made a note.
Sometimes he gave an immediate decision.
Sometimes he told the staff member to bring additional information before he would approve anything.
The rhythm was familiar.
Almost comforting.
Outside the office, Sanctuary continued moving.
People worked.
Vehicles passed.
Soldiers changed shifts.
Merchants opened their stalls.
The Republic continued.
Sico picked up the next report.
"Let's continue."
The staff member nodded.
The page turned.
Then another.
After that Sico leaned back briefly and looked at the map on the wall.
The rescue mission had reminded him of something important.
Leadership wasn't always found in the largest battles.
Sometimes it was a seven-year-old child waiting behind a metal cage.
Sometimes it was a damaged fence around a settlement nobody in the capital had heard of.
Sometimes it was a soldier repairing a stranger's door after fighting through the night.
And sometimes it was sitting behind a desk the next morning, knowing that while one crisis had ended, hundreds of other responsibilities were already waiting.
Then the following morning arrived without a radio transmission.
No urgent knock came at the door.
No officer waited outside with a folder marked for immediate attention.
No messenger arrived breathless from some distant settlement.
For once, Sanctuary woke before Sico had anything to solve.
He noticed it almost immediately.
He opened his eyes and remained still for several seconds, staring at the ceiling.
Usually, waking meant remembering.
A settlement.
A patrol.
A meeting.
A military report.
Something that had happened overnight.
Something that might happen before noon.
This morning, there was nothing.
Sico reached for the clock beside his bed and looked at it.
He had slept longer than usual.
He almost felt guilty about it.
Then he laughed quietly at himself.
"Ridiculous."
There was no one there to hear him.
He got out of bed and dressed without rushing.
His usual routine was simple, but he normally moved through it with the efficiency of someone already thinking three steps ahead. Today, he took his time.
He washed.
Changed.
Straightened his shirt.
Checked his equipment out of habit, then paused when he realized he didn't actually need to carry half of it.
He left the heavier gear behind.
By the time he reached the kitchen, the morning light had spread across Sanctuary.
Breakfast was equally ordinary.
Eggs.
A little brahmin meat.
Bread.
Coffee.
Nothing elaborate.
Sico sat alone at the table for a while.
He took a bite and looked toward the window.
People were already moving outside.
A guard walked along the street.
Someone pushed a cart past a house.
Two workers argued good-naturedly about where a stack of lumber should be placed.
A child ran past the window before an adult called after him.
Sico smiled.
There was something almost strange about watching all of it without needing to intervene.
He took another sip of coffee.
"No emergency," he muttered.
He looked at the cup.
"I'm starting to like this."
After breakfast, Sico stepped outside.
The morning air was comfortable, carrying the familiar mixture of wood smoke, dirt, machinery, cooking food, and the faint scent of the fields beyond Sanctuary.
He walked rather than taking a vehicle.
Nobody had told him where to go.
That was precisely the point.
A guard at one of the checkpoints noticed him.
"Morning, President."
"Morning."
"How's the shift?"
"Quiet."
Sico smiled.
"Keep it that way."
The guard chuckled.
"I'll do my best."
Sico continued.
He greeted a carpenter carrying boards.
Spoke briefly with an elderly couple arranging vegetables outside their home.
Stopped to answer a child's question about the Humvees parked near headquarters.
"Do they really have armor?"
"They do."
"Can I see one?"
"Ask your parents."
The child immediately turned.
"Mom!"
Sico laughed as he walked away.
Sanctuary was full of small things like that.
Things he often missed.
He eventually found Preston near one of the settlement's administrative areas.
Preston was holding several papers and looking over them with an expression Sico recognized immediately.
Too many reports.
Sico approached.
"Bad news?"
Preston looked up.
"No."
He shuffled the papers.
"Just paperwork."
Sico nodded solemnly.
"Worse."
Preston laughed.
"You've got a point."
Sico leaned against the railing.
"How are things?"
"Better than last month."
"That sounds encouraging."
"Most settlements are reporting stable conditions."
Preston looked down at the reports.
"Patrols have helped."
"Any problems?"
"A few disputes over trade routes."
"Nothing serious?"
"Not yet."
Sico smiled.
"That's an oddly reassuring answer."
Preston folded the papers.
"The people seem calmer."
He looked toward the settlement.
"They see the Republic working."
"That matters."
"It does."
They spoke for another few minutes about patrol coverage, settlement requests, food deliveries, and the general mood among civilians.
But it never became a formal briefing.
Preston eventually looked at Sico.
"You know, you can just ask how everyone's doing."
Sico raised an eyebrow.
"I just did."
"No."
Preston smiled.
"You asked for a report."
Sico laughed.
"Fair."
Preston looked around.
"People are doing all right."
"That was the answer I wanted."
Sico left him with the paperwork and continued toward Sturges.
He found him exactly where he expected.
Covered in grease.
Sturges was bent over a machine that looked as though it had survived three different centuries and somehow refused to die.
Sico stopped beside him.
"Should I ask?"
Sturges didn't look up.
"No."
Sico nodded.
"Good."
"Give me ten minutes."
"You said that yesterday."
"I was optimistic yesterday."
Sico laughed.
Sturges finally looked at him.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Sico watched him tighten a bolt.
"What is it?"
"Power regulator."
"Is it working?"
"It will."
"That wasn't my question."
Sturges grinned.
"Ask me again in ten minutes."
They talked about construction while Sturges worked.
More homes were being expanded.
Several streets were being improved.
Utility lines were being extended.
New workshops were being planned.
Sturges was particularly excited about improving water distribution.
"If we're going to keep growing," he explained, "we need infrastructure that doesn't look like it was assembled by people who found a toolbox yesterday."
Sico looked around.
"I thought that's exactly what we did."
"We did."
Sturges smiled.
"Now we're getting better."
That answer stayed with Sico.
The Republic wasn't simply surviving anymore.
It was learning.
Sico continued toward Sarah's office.
She was already reviewing documents when he entered.
She looked up.
"You're early."
"I'm not working."
Sarah stared at him.
"You're standing in my office."
"I was walking."
"Then you accidentally walked into military headquarters."
"Terrible mistake."
She smiled.
They discussed the settlement rescue.
The additional deployments had already entered the planning stage.
Sarah explained that Army Headquarters was compiling a list of smaller communities according to population, distance from major garrisons, terrain, communications coverage, and previous incidents.
"We'll probably need several new patrol rotations," she said.
"Do it properly."
"I know."
Sico looked at her.
"Don't just put bodies on a map."
Sarah nodded.
"Training, logistics, response times."
"And local defenses."
"Exactly."
The conversation remained serious, but neither of them sounded exhausted by it.
Eventually Sarah closed the folder.
"You look different today."
Sico frowned.
"Different how?"
"Relaxed."
He considered that.
"I slept."
"That explains it."
They both laughed.
From there, Sico walked toward the agricultural fields.
Jenny was overseeing several workers when he arrived.
She looked over.
"You're actually walking around."
"I've been accused of it."
"Dangerous habit."
Sico smiled.
"How are the farms?"
Jenny's expression became more practical.
"Better."
"That's not convincing."
She pointed toward the fields.
"We've expanded two plots."
"Water supply is improving."
"But we're still watching seed stocks."
"Any shortages?"
"Not yet."
She paused.
"But if the population keeps increasing, we're going to need more land."
Sico nodded.
"Then we'll find it."
Jenny looked at him.
"You always say that."
"Because we always do."
She smiled.
"That's the answer I was hoping for."
They discussed crops, brahmin, storage, food distribution, and plans for the next harvest.
Sico found himself enjoying it.
Food wasn't glamorous.
It didn't make headlines.
Nobody wrote heroic songs about repaired irrigation lines.
But without them, everything else fell apart.
Later, he visited Magnolia.
That conversation was considerably less peaceful.
"You're spending too much," Magnolia said immediately.
Sico sat down.
"Good morning to you too."
"Good morning."
She slid several papers toward him.
"Trade is expanding."
"That's good."
"Which means transportation costs are expanding."
"Less good."
"Exactly."
Magnolia leaned back.
"Markets are becoming more reliable, but demand is rising faster than some suppliers can handle."
Sico scanned the figures.
"Can we absorb it?"
"For now."
"And later?"
She smiled.
"That's why I'm talking to you now."
They discussed caravan routes, settlement markets, construction supplies, food purchases, ammunition reserves, and the growing economic connections between communities.
Magnolia's practical observations kept the discussion grounded.
"You can build an army," she told him, "but soldiers don't eat ammunition."
Sico looked at her.
"I'm pretty sure they don't eat ammunition."
"Exactly."
She pointed at the report.
"Food."
Sico laughed.
"Point taken."
By midday, he had spent hours walking through Sanctuary.
He reached the market and slowed.
Merchants were opening stalls.
Traders negotiated over brahmin feed.
Families purchased vegetables and tools.
Caravans prepared to leave.
Children moved between adults.
Guards stood at intersections, watching without making their presence oppressive.
It was busy.
But not chaotic.
Sico remembered Sanctuary when it had been little more than ruins.
Now there were homes.
Workshops.
Stores.
Roads.
Lights.
People arguing about prices.
Children complaining about chores.
Someone shouting because a brahmin had eaten a basket of vegetables.
It was almost painfully normal.
And Sico loved it.
He continued walking.
Construction seemed to be happening everywhere.
A crew repaired a roof.
Another expanded a house.
Workers improved drainage along one street.
New utility structures were being assembled.
A small workshop was being built near the edge of the settlement.
Sico stopped repeatedly.
"How's that going?"
"Slow."
"Why?"
"We're missing brackets."
"Talk to logistics."
"I already did."
Sico nodded.
"I'll make sure they hear you again."
At another site, he inspected a road repair.
The foreman explained what they were doing.
Sico listened.
He didn't pretend to know more than the workers.
He simply asked questions.
What would last?
What would fail?
What did they need?
What would make the next stage easier?
The answers mattered.
By late afternoon, Sico realized he had spent almost the entire day walking.
No emergency.
No battle.
No strategic crisis.
Just people.
Eventually, his feet carried him toward Nora's house.
He knocked.
Nora opened the door.
She looked at him for a moment.
"You're early."
Sico smiled.
"I'm always early."
"No."
She stepped aside.
"You're usually physically here while mentally somewhere else."
Sico laughed.
"That's fair."
Inside, little Shaun was sitting on the floor with several toys scattered around him.
He looked up.
"Dad!"
Sico immediately crouched.
"Hey."
Shaun ran into his arms.
Sico picked him up.
"How's my little man?"
"Good."
"What did you do today?"
Shaun thought seriously.
"Played."
"That's a difficult job."
Nora laughed from the kitchen.
"He's been very busy."
Sico carried Shaun over and sat with him.
For a while, there was no Republic.
No Institute.
No Brotherhood.
No military reports.
No settlements asking for reinforcements.
Just Shaun explaining something that made perfect sense to him and almost none to Sico.
Sico nodded seriously anyway.
"I see."
Shaun smiled.
Nora looked over.
"You have no idea what he's talking about."
"Of course I do."
"You've been nodding for five minutes."
"Leadership."
Nora laughed.
"Right."
They ate together that evening.
Nothing elaborate.
Just a simple meal shared around a table.
Sico listened while Nora talked about the day.
He told her about Sanctuary.
The workers.
Sturges.
Preston.
Sarah.
Jenny.
Magnolia.
He even told her about the child who had asked to see a Humvee.
Nora smiled.
"You actually enjoyed yourself."
Sico thought about it.
"Yes."
The answer came quietly.
"I did."
Nora reached across the table and touched his hand.
"You needed that."
Sico looked at her.
"I think I did."
Later, he sat on the floor with Shaun while Nora watched from nearby.
Shaun leaned against him, gradually becoming sleepy.
Sico looked down at him.
For a long moment, he said nothing.
This was what all the reports were really about.
Not numbers.
Not territory.
Not military strength.
Not political influence.
This.
A child falling asleep safely in his father's arms.
A family eating together without fear.
A market where people argued over prices because they expected there to be another tomorrow.
A settlement where workers complained about missing brackets because they were building something meant to last.
The Republic was enormous.
Its problems were enormous too.
Sico knew there would be another crisis.
Another report.
Another battle.
Another difficult decision.
That was inevitable.
But tonight there was none.
Tonight, there was only the quiet warmth of Nora's home, Shaun's breathing, and the distant sounds of Sanctuary settling into another peaceful evening.
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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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