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They did not know that, at that very moment, disciplined Republic soldiers were advancing through gunfire beneath the cover of Humvee-mounted machine guns as one force fighting to secure Rayburn Point so they could build a wooden boat to reach a forgotten island, the other methodically surrounding Harbor Grand Hotel as they battled determined Super Mutants and charging Mutant Hounds in the hope that, within a few days, another safe outpost could be added to the Republic's growing future.
The scene return to the battle for Rayburn Point had been raging for well over an hour.
The opening assault had shattered the Trappers' outer defenses, but Captain Walker had refused to let momentum become recklessness.
Every advance was deliberate.
Every building was treated as though someone might still be hiding inside.
Smoke drifted through the narrow streets where shattered barricades and splintered timber littered the ground. The salty wind coming in from the Atlantic mixed with the smell of spent gunpowder, carrying it out across the water.
Walker stood behind the remains of a stone wall, binoculars pressed against his eyes.
He watched another squad disappear into an old fish-processing building that the Trappers had converted into one of their strongest positions.
Moments later, short bursts of rifle fire echoed from inside.
A window shattered.
Someone shouted.
Then silence.
Sergeant Ellis listened over his headset.
"First Squad reports the building is secure."
Walker gave a single nod.
"Any casualties?"
"None."
"Enemy?"
"Four Trappers neutralized."
Walker marked another building on his map with a pencil.
"Good."
He looked toward the waterfront.
"There aren't many left."
Near the old docks, Humvee One remained parked behind the wreck of an overturned fishing truck, its heavy machine gun covering the waterfront.
The gunner slowly swept the shoreline through his sights.
Nothing moved except gulls circling overhead.
Still, he didn't lower the weapon.
Beside the Humvee, several Republic riflemen advanced between stacks of weathered lobster cages.
One of them suddenly raised a clenched fist.
Everyone stopped.
The squad leader moved beside him.
"What is it?"
The soldier pointed toward a warehouse.
"Movement."
The building looked abandoned.
Its large loading doors hung crookedly from rusted hinges.
Several broken windows overlooked the dockyard.
For a few seconds…
Nothing happened.
Then a rifle barrel slowly appeared through one of the broken windows.
"Contact."
The warning had barely left the squad leader's mouth before a shot cracked across the harbor.
The bullet struck the pavement several meters away.
The Trapper inside had fired too quickly.
Humvee One answered immediately.
Its heavy machine gun thundered across the waterfront.
The warehouse wall exploded beneath the impact of the .50 caliber rounds.
Wooden siding disintegrated.
Glass burst outward.
The firing from inside stopped almost instantly.
"Cease!"
Walker ordered over the radio.
The machine gun fell silent.
Dust floated through the air.
Two fire teams cautiously approached the warehouse.
One soldier nudged the damaged door open with his boot.
Another tossed a flashbang inside.
The dull thump echoed through the empty structure.
"Go!"
The Republic soldiers entered together.
Room by room.
Corner by corner.
Every movement disciplined.
When they emerged several minutes later, the squad leader keyed his radio.
"Warehouse secure."
"Three hostiles."
"No friendlies injured."
Walker allowed himself a slow breath.
One more position cleared.
Across Rayburn Point, resistance continued to weaken.
Many of the Trappers had expected frightened settlers.
Instead they had encountered trained soldiers supported by armored vehicles.
Every time they attempted to organize another defensive line, disciplined rifle fire forced them back.
Every attempt to charge ended beneath the Humvees' covering fire.
Their confidence had vanished.
Now they fought only because retreat was becoming impossible.
At the eastern side of the settlement, Second Squad advanced between two small cottages overlooking the sea.
A young corporal motioned toward an attic window.
"I think someone's up there."
The sergeant beside him didn't answer immediately.
He studied the building.
Curtains shifted slightly.
That was enough.
He raised his rifle.
"Cover the windows."
Three soldiers aimed upward.
"Move."
Two more sprinted toward the front door.
One kicked it open.
The team disappeared inside.
Wooden stairs creaked overhead.
A voice shouted.
A brief exchange of gunfire echoed through the old house.
Then…
Silence.
The squad leader emerged several moments later.
"Building secure."
Another check mark appeared on Walker's map.
The circle surrounding the remaining Trappers grew smaller.
Near the docks, several desperate survivors attempted one final escape.
"There!"
A scout pointed toward the shoreline.
Six Trappers sprinted between abandoned fishing boats, trying to reach the rocky coastline beyond the settlement.
Walker saw them immediately.
"They're heading for the cliffs."
"Second Squad, intercept."
The Republic soldiers didn't rush blindly.
Instead they spread out naturally, cutting off every obvious escape route.
One Trapper fired wildly while running.
The bullets struck empty air.
Another stumbled over a broken pier support.
Before he could recover, two Republic soldiers had already reached cover overlooking the path.
"Drop your weapon!"
The Trapper answered with another shot.
The exchange lasted only seconds.
When it ended, the shoreline fell quiet again.
The remaining fugitives quickly realized there was nowhere left to go.
Some attempted to hide among the fishing sheds.
Others ducked behind overturned boats.
Each hiding place was searched carefully.
One after another…
The remaining pockets of resistance disappeared.
By early afternoon, the sound of gunfire had become noticeably less frequent.
Instead of constant fighting, only isolated shots occasionally echoed between the weathered buildings as search teams completed their sweeps.
Walker refused to declare victory too early.
He had seen too many operations where someone celebrated before the final room had been cleared.
"Every building."
He reminded every squad over the radio.
"Every basement."
"Every rooftop."
"No assumptions."
The acknowledgements came back immediately.
"Copy."
"Understood."
"Continuing search."
Sergeant Ellis walked into what had once been the Trappers' largest headquarters.
The old warehouse had been heavily fortified.
Sandbags surrounded every entrance.
Crude watch towers overlooked the main road.
Inside, scavenged supplies were stacked nearly to the ceiling.
A few crude maps hung from one wall.
Another room contained piles of stolen fishing equipment and tools.
Ellis looked around quietly.
"They've been here a long time."
One engineer knelt beside a workbench.
"They weren't just surviving."
"They were settling."
Another soldier opened several storage crates.
"Canned food."
"Medical supplies."
"Construction tools."
Ellis nodded.
"We'll inventory everything."
"Anything useful goes back to the Republic."
"What about the rest?"
"We'll let Command decide."
Outside, engineers had already begun inspecting Rayburn Point itself.
The old pier.
The shoreline.
The beaches.
Several carpenters walked along the waterfront studying the available timber.
One of them crouched beside the remains of an old fishing boat.
He examined the weathered planks before shaking his head.
"Too rotten."
Another engineer pointed toward a stand of sturdy pine trees farther inland.
"We'll have better luck cutting fresh lumber."
The first carpenter smiled.
"That'll make a stronger boat anyway."
Walker overheard them while continuing his inspection.
"One project at a time."
The carpenter chuckled.
"Yes, Captain."
"First we finish making sure nobody's shooting at us."
Nearly another hour passed before the final report arrived.
A patrol emerged from the northern edge of the settlement.
Their lieutenant removed his helmet as he approached Walker.
"We've completed the last sweep."
Walker looked at him carefully.
"Everything?"
The lieutenant nodded.
"Every building."
"Every dock."
"Every storage shed."
"No remaining resistance."
"No additional contacts."
Walker looked around Rayburn Point.
Smoke still drifted from damaged barricades.
Several buildings bore fresh bullet scars.
Broken defenses lay scattered across the roads.
But the fighting…
Had ended.
He slowly exhaled.
"Rayburn Point is secure."
The words carried a quiet weight.
Not triumphant.
Simply factual.
Years of military discipline kept everyone grounded.
A few tired smiles appeared among the soldiers.
One private sat down on a crate and removed his helmet.
"I'd forgotten how heavy this thing gets."
His friend laughed.
"It didn't seem heavy while people were shooting at us."
"No."
"It certainly didn't."
Nearby, the Humvee crews finally climbed down from their vehicles to stretch stiff muscles after hours behind their machine guns.
One gunner gently patted the receiver of his weapon.
"You earned your maintenance tonight."
The mechanic walking past grinned.
"So did you."
Walker looked toward his radio operator.
"Let's tell Command."
The young specialist adjusted the long-range radio antenna mounted beside the lead Humvee.
Static crackled through the headset.
"Vim! Command, this is Convoy One."
A pause.
Then another burst of static.
Finally a familiar voice answered.
"This is Vim! Command."
"We read you."
Walker accepted the handset.
"This is Captain Walker."
"Go ahead, Captain."
Walker glanced once more across the now-secured settlement.
"Rayburn Point is under Republic control."
He spoke calmly, making certain every detail was clear.
"Enemy resistance has been eliminated."
"Every defensive position has been cleared."
"All buildings have been searched."
"We now have full control of the area."
Inside the operations room at Vim!, Sico immediately looked toward Harris.
A quiet smile appeared on both men's faces.
It wasn't celebration.
It was relief.
Sico pressed the transmit key.
"Excellent work, Captain."
Walker continued.
"Our casualties were lighter than anticipated."
"The medics are treating several wounded."
"No life-threatening injuries."
"The Humvees performed exactly as planned."
"Good."
"And the engineers have already begun evaluating suitable locations for temporary workshops and a boat-building site."
Sico nodded even though Walker couldn't see him.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"Here are your orders."
The room inside Vim! became completely silent as everyone listened.
"First…"
"Clean the settlement."
Walker glanced around.
He already knew what that meant.
"Understood."
"Recover your wounded."
"Collect equipment."
"Remove the Trappers' bodies from the streets."
"I don't want the settlement left looking like a battlefield."
"Copy."
"Second…"
Sico continued.
"Take the rest of today and tomorrow to recover."
Walker looked slightly surprised.
"Commander?"
"You've earned it."
"I don't want exhausted soldiers trying to build boats."
"Get everyone fed."
"Let the medics do thorough examinations."
"Rotate sentries."
"Sleep."
Walker smiled faintly.
"I don't think anyone will argue with that order."
A few nearby soldiers who could hear one side of the conversation chuckled quietly.
Sico smiled as well.
"Good."
"After your day of rest…"
"…begin constructing the wooden boat."
Walker looked toward the shoreline.
"We've already identified suitable timber."
"Excellent."
"Build it properly."
"I'd rather you spend an extra day reinforcing it than lose people crossing to the island."
"Understood."
"Our engineers estimate several days of work."
"Take whatever time you need."
"The cache has waited there for years."
"It can wait a little longer."
Walker appreciated hearing that.
Too many commanders measured success only by speed.
Sico measured it by whether his people came home alive.
"We'll establish Rayburn Point as our temporary operating base while construction continues."
"Approved."
"Maintain patrols."
"Watch the coastline."
"If anything changes…"
"You report immediately."
"Yes, Commander."
There was one final pause before Walker spoke again.
"And Commander…"
"Go ahead."
"The men appreciate the trust."
Sico looked out his office window toward the peaceful streets of Vim!, where factory workers continued building vehicles and children walked home from their lessons.
"They've earned it."
Walker smiled.
"We won't let you down."
"I know."
The transmission ended with another burst of static before fading into silence.
For several moments, nobody inside the operations room spoke.
Then Harris folded his arms and let out a slow breath.
"One objective secured."
Lewis leaned over the operations map and carefully moved a small Republic marker directly onto Rayburn Point.
"Temporary base established," he said quietly.
Rebecca was already writing.
Lewis glanced sideways.
"New ledger entry?"
Rebecca didn't even look up.
"Expansion Operations."
Lewis laughed.
"I really should've known."
The room shared another quiet laugh.
Outside, life in Vim! continued much as it always had.
The factory kept building the Republic's first Humvees and trucks.
Surveyors continued marking the ground where a permanent school would soon stand.
Families gathered for the evening meal.
And far to the west, beneath the steady rhythm of crashing waves, Republic soldiers began cleaning Rayburn Point, burying the signs of battle, tending to their wounded, setting watches through the night, and preparing to rest before beginning the next stage of their mission.
Soon, axes would ring through the pine forests.
Fresh timber would be shaped into a sturdy wooden boat.
And when both the soldiers and their vessel were ready, they would set out across the cold waters toward the small island northwest of Rayburn Point, where the wind farm kill switch code are located at.
Then scene change to another battle which is at the Harbor Grand Hotel, as it had stretched far longer than Captain Brooks had originally hoped.
Not because his plan had failed.
Quite the opposite.
The deliberate pace had kept his people alive.
The Republic soldiers had resisted every temptation to rush the towering hotel. Every ruined wall, every abandoned vehicle, every collapsed balcony had been treated as a potential ambush.
That patience was paying dividends.
The afternoon sun hung low over the Atlantic, casting long shadows across the hotel's cracked parking lot. The once-grand entrance, where wealthy travelers had arrived centuries earlier, had become a battlefield scarred by bullet holes, shattered concrete, and spent shell casings.
Smoke drifted lazily through the sea breeze.
Broken windows reflected flashes of gunfire from inside the building.
Captain Brooks remained behind the cover of an overturned delivery truck, binoculars pressed against his eyes as he studied the hotel's front entrance.
Several Super Mutants still occupied the lobby.
Others had retreated deeper inside.
Their confidence had disappeared.
"They're giving ground," Brooks observed quietly.
His executive officer looked through another pair of binoculars.
"They're not organizing anymore."
"No."
Brooks lowered the glasses.
"They're surviving."
That was an important difference.
Only hours earlier the Super Mutants had roared confidently, charging across open ground with crude weapons raised overhead.
Now every advance they attempted had been punished.
Every charge had met disciplined rifle fire.
Every attempt to mass together had been broken apart by the Republic's Humvees.
The great beasts had begun learning an expensive lesson.
Charging armored vehicles covered by trained infantry rarely ended well.
A radio crackled beside Brooks.
"Humvee One reporting."
"Go ahead."
"We've got movement."
"Front entrance."
Brooks turned immediately.
Three Super Mutants burst through the shattered doorway carrying heavy scrap-metal shields.
Behind them came another enormous brute gripping a rusted minigun.
"They're trying again," muttered Brooks.
One of the soldiers beside him smiled faintly.
"They never learn."
The Super Mutants bellowed as they advanced across the open parking area.
The minigun began spinning.
Before it reached full speed.
"Humvee One."
Brooks spoke calmly into his radio.
"Suppress."
The mounted .50 caliber machine gun answered instantly.
Its heavy report echoed across the entire coastline.
The first burst hammered into the lead shield, tearing chunks of rusted metal away.
The mutant stumbled backward.
Another burst followed.
Then another.
The enormous shield finally split apart beneath the repeated impacts.
The Super Mutant collapsed heavily onto the pavement.
The remaining attackers hesitated.
That single moment of uncertainty was all the Republic soldiers needed.
Rifle fire erupted from three prepared positions.
The second mutant disappeared behind a burned-out sedan.
The third attempted another charge.
Humvee Two shifted its machine gun smoothly.
The gunner waited and waited…
Then squeezed the trigger.
The charging mutant staggered beneath the concentrated barrage before finally crashing face-first into the cracked asphalt only a few dozen meters from the Republic line.
Meanwhile the mutant carrying the minigun managed to unleash a burst of his own.
Heavy rounds slammed into abandoned vehicles.
Glass exploded.
Concrete chipped away from ruined walls.
"Down!"
One squad instinctively dropped behind cover.
Brooks remained calm.
"Marksmen."
"Right rooftop."
"Target the gunner."
Three riflemen shifted position almost as one.
Each waited patiently for an opening.
The Super Mutant leaned out again.
Three carefully aimed shots echoed across the battlefield.
The mutant jerked backward, dropping the massive weapon as he collapsed behind the wreckage.
The sudden silence felt almost strange.
Brooks nodded once.
"Advance."
The Republic line moved forward another twenty meters.
Not running.
Walking.
Covering one another exactly as they had practiced countless times.
Every soldier understood that progress meant nothing if someone outran the protection of the others.
Along the hotel's eastern gardens, another threat appeared.
Low growls echoed between abandoned hedges.
Private Dawson immediately froze.
"Hounds."
Everyone nearby stopped.
The sound grew louder.
Branches shook.
Then six Mutant Hounds burst from the overgrown landscaping, sprinting directly toward the infantry.
"They're charging!"
The warning had barely finished before two sharp rifle cracks rang out from the hillside overlooking the battlefield.
The lead hound dropped instantly.
A second stumbled before tumbling across the grass.
Far above, hidden among broken stonework overlooking the battlefield, the Republic sniper calmly worked the bolt of his rifle.
He had remained almost motionless for hours.
Patient.
Watching.
Waiting.
His spotter quietly called distances.
"Second target."
"Ninety meters."
The sniper inhaled slowly.
Another shot.
A third Mutant Hound rolled across the pavement before it had covered half the distance.
The remaining beasts never reached the infantry line.
Humvee Two's machine gun joined the fight with disciplined, controlled bursts that cut off their charge.
Within moments the threat had vanished.
The sniper quietly chambered another round.
His spotter smiled.
"I don't think they like charging anymore."
The sniper allowed himself the smallest grin.
"I wouldn't either."
Inside the hotel itself, the fighting became room by room.
The Republic soldiers entered cautiously.
Flashlights cut through dark hallways where wallpaper peeled from damp walls and broken chandeliers hung dangerously overhead.
Every intersection was checked twice.
Every doorway cleared before anyone stepped through.
Corporal Hayes pushed open the door to what had once been a ballroom.
The enormous room bore little resemblance to its former elegance.
The Super Mutants had transformed it into a crude barracks.
Mattresses made from animal hides lay scattered across the floor.
Rusted weapons leaned against broken pillars.
Several cooking fires still smoldered.
A roar suddenly erupted from behind the stage.
A massive Super Mutant burst into view swinging a length of steel pipe.
"Contact!"
Hayes stepped aside as two soldiers opened fire.
The mutant continued charging.
Even wounded, it refused to stop.
Before it reached them, Sergeant Nolan calmly fired twice into its chest.
The giant staggered.
Then collapsed with a tremendous crash that echoed through the ballroom.
Silence followed.
Hayes slowly lowered his rifle.
"They're getting desperate."
Nolan nodded.
"They're running out of places to hide."
Outside, Brooks continued directing the operation from the front.
His radio never seemed to stop.
"Second Squad?"
"Eastern courtyard secure."
"Third Squad?"
"Loading dock secure."
"Sniper Team?"
"No movement on the roof."
"Humvee One?"
"Ammunition still good."
Everything came back exactly as he hoped.
Short.
Professional.
Clear.
No panic.
No confusion.
The outer perimeter around the hotel tightened steadily.
Every route the Super Mutants might have used to regroup had been cut off.
One engineer studying the building quietly remarked,
"They're trapped inside their own fortress."
Brooks nodded.
"Exactly where we wanted them."
As evening approached, the resistance weakened noticeably.
Instead of coordinated attacks, only scattered pockets remained.
Several Super Mutants attempted to flee through the rear service entrance.
Waiting riflemen intercepted them before they reached the tree line.
Others barricaded themselves inside maintenance rooms.
Republic soldiers patiently surrounded each position before clearing it methodically.
Nobody rushed.
Nobody celebrated too early.
Brooks had seen enough battles to know that the final defenders were often the most dangerous.
He reminded every squad over the radio.
"Every room."
"Every staircase."
"Every basement."
"Don't assume."
The acknowledgements returned immediately.
"Copy."
"Understood."
"Continuing."
Nearly an hour later, First Squad reached the hotel's upper floor.
Lieutenant Mason carefully pushed open the final stairwell door.
Only one room remained unchecked.
A former penthouse overlooking the Atlantic.
He motioned his soldiers into position.
One nodded.
Another counted silently with his fingers.
Three…
Two…
One…
The door swung open.
A furious roar erupted.
The final Super Mutant lunged forward wielding an enormous fire axe.
It never reached them.
Disciplined rifle fire echoed inside the suite.
The giant staggered twice before collapsing heavily onto the ruined carpet.
Silence returned.
Nobody moved for several seconds.
Finally Mason slowly lowered his rifle.
He looked around the room.
Nothing.
No more movement.
He keyed his radio.
"Penthouse secure."
A pause.
Then he added quietly,
"Last contact neutralized."
Outside, Brooks closed his eyes for just a moment.
Then opened them again.
He pressed the transmit button.
"All units."
"Report."
One by one the responses arrived.
"Ground floor secure."
"Kitchen secure."
"Loading docks secure."
"Parking structure secure."
"Roof secure."
"No additional contacts."
Brooks slowly exhaled.
The battle was over.
Not because anyone had declared victory.
Because every report confirmed the same conclusion.
The Harbor Grand Hotel now belonged to the Republic.
The soldiers began emerging from the building.
Some removed their helmets for the first time in hours.
Others stretched tired shoulders after carrying heavy equipment throughout the battle.
The Humvee crews finally climbed down from their turrets.
One gunner gently ran a cloth across the receiver of the machine gun.
"You worked hard today."
The mechanic walking past laughed.
"So did your shoulder."
"It'll complain tomorrow."
"It earned the right."
Nearby, medics moved calmly between squads.
Minor wounds received fresh bandages.
Bruises were checked.
No one was ignored simply because they insisted they were "fine."
Brooks believed healthy soldiers completed more missions than stubborn ones.
Engineers had already begun their preliminary inspection.
One walked slowly around the exterior walls, making notes.
"The foundation looks surprisingly solid."
Another looked toward the roof.
"We'll need repairs."
"But it's standing."
A third engineer studied the surrounding terrain.
"Good sightlines."
"Room for defensive positions."
"Strong access to the coast."
Brooks smiled faintly.
"Looks more promising by the minute."
"Let's wait until we finish the full assessment."
Finally Brooks walked over to the communications specialist.
"Let's call home."
The long-range radio antenna was extended beside the lead Humvee.
Static crackled briefly before the signal stabilized.
"Convoy Two to Vim! Command."
Inside the operations room back at Vim!, the radio operator immediately looked toward Sico.
"We've got Captain Brooks."
Sico stepped forward and accepted the handset.
"This is Vim! Command."
"Go ahead."
Brooks smiled as he looked across the now-secured hotel grounds.
"Commander."
"I'm pleased to report Harbor Grand Hotel is under Republic control."
Around the operations room, quiet smiles appeared.
Brooks continued.
"Enemy resistance has been eliminated."
"The Super Mutants and Mutant Hounds have been neutralized."
"The hotel and surrounding grounds are secure."
Sico exchanged a glance with Harris.
"Excellent work, Captain."
Brooks continued his report.
"Our casualties were lighter than expected."
"The medics are treating several wounded."
"No critical injuries."
"The Humvees provided effective suppression throughout the engagement."
"The sniper teams prevented the Mutant Hounds from reaching our infantry."
Lewis quietly smiled.
"Exactly as planned."
Sico keyed the microphone again.
"You've done well."
"Thank you, Commander."
Brooks waited.
Sico spoke again.
"Here are your next orders."
The room grew quiet.
"First…"
"Clean the area."
"Recover equipment."
"Treat the wounded."
"Remove the Super Mutants and Mutant Hounds from the grounds."
"I don't want the hotel left as a battlefield."
"Copy that."
"Second…"
Sico continued.
"You and your people will rest tomorrow."
Brooks blinked slightly.
"Commander?"
"You've been fighting for two days."
"I don't want tired soldiers searching unstable buildings."
"Eat."
"Sleep."
"Rotate guards."
"Let the medics examine everyone thoroughly."
Brooks smiled.
"I don't think anyone will complain about that."
Several nearby soldiers laughed quietly.
"Good," Sico replied.
"After your day of rest…"
"…begin the search."
"The nuclear launch codes remain your primary objective."
Brooks nodded.
"Understood."
"And while you're searching…"
"Conduct a full assessment of the hotel."
"I want to know whether it can become another Republic base."
Brooks looked around the massive structure.
"I've only seen the first impression…"
"But I'd say the outlook is promising."
Sico smiled.
"Good."
"Take your time."
"I'd rather receive a complete report than a rushed one."
"You'll have it."
"Maintain security."
"If anything changes…"
"You report immediately."
"Yes, Commander."
There was a brief pause before Brooks spoke once more.
"And Commander…"
"Go ahead."
"The men appreciate knowing they're allowed to finish the mission properly."
Sico looked out his office window toward the peaceful streets of Vim!, where children were walking home from their lessons and workers were leaving another successful day inside the factory.
"I trust your judgment."
"And I want every one of you to come home."
Brooks smiled.
"We intend to."
The transmission faded into static.
Silence settled across the operations room.
Harris slowly walked over to the wall map and moved another Republic marker onto the Harbor Grand Hotel.
"That's two."
Lewis folded his arms with a satisfied smile.
"Rayburn Point secured."
"Harbor Grand Hotel secured."
Rebecca was already writing another page in her ledger.
Lewis noticed and laughed.
"Don't tell me…"
Without looking up, Rebecca answered calmly.
"'Island Expansion Operations,' Chapter Two."
The room shared another round of quiet laughter.
Outside, the evening sun dipped lower over the Atlantic.
Inside the factory, the first Republic-built Humvees and trucks continued taking shape.
Survey stakes marked the future school where children would someday learn.
At Rayburn Point, soldiers rested before building the boat that would carry them to the small island northwest of the coast.
And at the Harbor Grand Hotel, another Republic flag was prepared to rise over a building that, after years of being ruled by violence, now had the chance to become something entirely different which to become a secure outpost protecting the Island and the growing future that Sico and his people were building together.
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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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