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And for the first time in generations, the Commonwealth had a functioning patrol boat back on the ocean.
The patrol boat eased toward the ramp with a low mechanical hum that now sounded steady, confident.
A few minutes earlier that same engine had coughed and sputtered like an old generator dragged out of storage.
Now it ran with a deep, rhythmic rumble that rolled across the water.
Mel stood at the control console, one hand resting lightly on the throttle lever as he guided the vessel toward the shoreline.
Small waves slapped against the steel hull.
The sun had climbed higher now, turning the ocean into a shimmering blue sheet that stretched endlessly toward the horizon.
On shore, dozens of people were watching.
Engineers.
Workers.
Soldiers.
Even the convoy crews had drifted down from the Castle walls after hearing the machine gun burst echo across the coast.
The patrol boat slowed as Mel pulled back the throttle.
The propeller churned the water gently now instead of violently spraying it.
Two mechanics stepped forward along the ramp, ready to catch the guide lines.
Mel shifted the steering wheel slightly.
The hull angled perfectly toward the launch ramp.
The boat coasted forward until the bow nudged softly against the ramp's floating bumper.
"Got it!" one engineer called.
They grabbed the ropes and began securing the boat carefully so it wouldn't drift away.
Mel shut down the machine gun mount first, locking the safety into place.
Then he reached for the ignition lever.
The engine growled softly for a moment before fading into silence.
For a few seconds the only sound was the ocean itself.
Wind.
Waves.
Distant gulls circling overhead.
Then applause broke out.
It wasn't organized.
No one had planned it.
But the moment demanded it.
Several engineers clapped loudly.
Some soldiers whistled.
Even a few of the convoy drivers slapped each other on the shoulders with wide grins.
Because everyone standing there understood what they had just witnessed.
The Commonwealth had just launched its first functioning patrol boat in generations.
Mel exhaled slowly.
He hadn't realized how tightly his chest had been wound until that moment.
He stepped away from the console and climbed down onto the deck.
A rope ladder was lowered from the ramp, and he climbed up toward the shoreline.
As soon as his boots touched the ground, Sturges was there.
"Not bad for a week of insanity," Sturges said with a crooked grin.
Mel wiped his hands on his oil-stained pants.
"I'll take it."
Ronnie walked up next.
Her eyes moved briefly from the boat to Mel and back again.
"Well," she said, folding her arms.
"Didn't explode."
Mel smirked.
"Your confidence in my engineering skills is inspiring."
Behind them, Preston laughed loudly.
"Hell of a sight though."
Preston walked down the ramp a few steps and stared at the vessel floating beside the platform.
The sunlight reflected off the steel hull in bright flashes.
"Never thought I'd see something like this again," he admitted.
"Not out here."
Sarah stood nearby, studying the structure of the boat more carefully than anyone else.
She crouched slightly and ran her fingers along one of the welded seams near the side plating.
Her eyes followed the reinforcement beams inside the deck frame.
"Structural rigidity held under recoil," she said quietly.
Mel nodded.
"That was the big question."
Sarah straightened again.
"Well, you answered it."
Then Sico stepped forward.
He had been watching everything quietly since the machine gun test finished.
His expression wasn't overly excited like some of the others.
But there was a quiet satisfaction behind his eyes.
He looked at the patrol boat again.
Then at Mel.
"Take a walk with us," he said.
Mel raised an eyebrow.
"Sure."
The four of them from Sico, Preston, Sarah, and Mel moved a short distance down the shoreline away from the noise of the engineers and soldiers.
Behind them, Sturges and Ronnie remained near the ramp supervising the process of securing the boat.
The wind off the ocean carried the smell of salt and machine oil.
For a moment none of them spoke.
They simply watched the vessel floating calmly beside the ramp.
Finally Preston broke the silence.
"So," he said.
He nodded toward the patrol boat.
"How many people can that thing carry?"
Mel glanced back at the vessel.
"That depends."
Sico looked at him.
"Explain."
Mel scratched the back of his neck, thinking through the design specs in his head.
"Well, first off… it needs a crew."
Preston nodded.
"Obviously."
Mel held up a hand and began counting with his fingers.
"One pilot."
He raised another finger.
"One navigator or sensor operator."
A third finger.
"One engine technician."
Then a fourth.
"And one deck gunner."
He lowered his hand.
"So minimum crew is four."
Sarah nodded slowly.
"That makes sense."
Mel gestured toward the rear section of the boat.
"The engine compartment needs someone who actually understands what's happening back there."
Then he pointed toward the gun mount.
"And you definitely want someone dedicated to the weapon if things go sideways."
Preston crossed his arms.
"So four crew."
He tilted his head slightly.
"What about passengers?"
Mel looked back at the boat again, mentally visualizing the deck space.
"Well…"
He stepped a few paces closer to the water and pointed toward the center deck area.
"There's enough room behind the control station and along the sides for additional personnel."
Sarah followed his gesture.
"How many?"
Mel shrugged slightly.
"Comfortably?"
He thought for a moment.
"Eight."
Preston nodded.
"That's decent."
Mel continued.
"But if you really pack it tight…"
He glanced back toward Sico.
"Ten people maximum."
Sico raised an eyebrow.
"Besides the crew?"
Mel nodded.
"Yeah."
"So total capacity is about fourteen if you absolutely push it."
Sarah crossed her arms thoughtfully.
"That's enough for small patrol teams."
Preston chuckled.
"Or quick transport runs along the coast."
Mel nodded again.
"That's exactly what we designed it for."
He tapped the side of his head.
"Fast patrols."
"Recon missions."
"Quick troop insertions."
"Or supply runs between coastal settlements."
Sico watched the boat quietly for a long moment.
Then he asked another question.
"How far can it travel?"
Mel answered immediately.
"With the current fuel tank?"
"About sixty miles round trip."
Preston whistled.
"That's farther than I expected."
Mel shrugged.
"The engine's efficient."
Sarah looked back toward the boat factory.
"And once production begins?"
Mel smiled slightly.
"That range will get better."
Sico turned his head slightly toward him.
"How?"
Mel's smile widened.
"Because this is only the first version."
Sico studied him for a moment.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
The wind blew harder for a few seconds, rippling the ocean surface into rolling waves.
Behind them, a group of soldiers began helping the engineers pull the boat back toward the ramp lift system.
The prototype rocked gently as ropes tightened.
Sico watched it carefully.
Then he spoke again.
"Mel."
Mel looked at him.
"Yes?"
Sico nodded toward the patrol boat.
"The test was successful."
Mel's shoulders relaxed slightly.
"Glad to hear that."
But Sico raised a finger.
"However…"
Mel blinked once.
Preston smirked quietly beside him.
Sico continued.
"Success doesn't mean we stop improving."
Mel chuckled.
"I figured you'd say that."
Sico turned fully toward him now.
"This boat works."
He gestured toward the ocean.
"And that alone changes the strategic balance along the entire coastline."
Sarah nodded slightly.
"Raiders won't expect naval patrols."
Preston added quietly,
"And smugglers won't have the ocean to hide in anymore."
Sico looked back at Mel.
"So I want you to keep upgrading the blueprint."
Mel tilted his head.
"You mean improvements?"
"Yes."
Sico spoke calmly but firmly.
"If you see weaknesses in the design…"
"Fix them."
"If you see ways to increase range…"
"Implement them."
"If the hull can handle heavier armor…"
"Add it."
Mel crossed his arms and nodded slowly.
"Continuous development."
"Exactly," Sico replied.
He gestured toward the massive factory behind them.
"That building isn't just for building boats."
"It's for improving them."
Mel's expression shifted slightly.
Not pressure.
Motivation.
"I can do that."
Sico studied him carefully.
"I know you can."
Preston chuckled again.
"And now you've got proof the thing floats."
Sarah added quietly,
"And shoots."
Mel glanced back toward the patrol boat as it was slowly lifted toward the ramp by the hoist cables.
The steel hull gleamed in the sunlight.
"Yeah," he said softly.
"Now the real work begins."
Sico looked back toward the factory.
The skeleton structure towered above the shoreline.
Workers moved across its platforms installing beams and panels.
Within months, that place would become the first true naval production facility in the Commonwealth.
He nodded once.
"Good."
Then he turned toward Preston and Sarah.
"Let's walk."
They began heading back toward the factory floor together.
Behind them, Mel remained standing near the shoreline for a moment longer.
Watching the patrol boat rise slowly out of the water.
It swayed gently in the hoist cables.
Saltwater dripped from the steel hull.
Seven days earlier it had been nothing more than scrap metal and a rough blueprint.
Now it was something else entirely.
Proof.
Proof that the Commonwealth wasn't just surviving anymore.
It was rebuilding.
For a few more seconds, Mel stayed where he was.
The hoist cables creaked as the patrol boat slowly lifted higher above the water. Drops of seawater slid down the steel hull and splashed onto the ramp below, leaving dark stains along the concrete.
The vessel swayed gently in the air.
It almost looked alive.
Mel crossed his arms loosely and watched it.
Seven days.
Seven relentless days of welding, measuring, arguing, rewiring, fixing mistakes, and starting again.
And now it hung there above the ocean like proof that all of it had meant something.
Behind him, footsteps approached over the gravel and packed dirt of the shoreline.
Sturges' voice came first.
"You gonna stand there staring at it all day?"
Mel glanced over his shoulder.
Sturges was walking down the ramp toward him, hands tucked casually into his tool belt. Ronnie followed just behind him, wiping her palms with a rag.
Farther up the path, Sico, Preston, and Sarah had paused and were now turning back toward them.
Mel shrugged slightly.
"Just making sure it doesn't suddenly decide to fall apart."
Sturges looked up at the hoisted boat and nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, if it does, at least we'll know where the weak welds are."
Ronnie snorted.
"Comforting thought."
The hoist system slowly swung the vessel toward the reinforced support platform beside the ramp. Engineers moved carefully around the structure, guiding it into position with practiced precision.
Sturges watched for a moment longer, then turned his head toward Sico and the others.
"Well," he said.
"If you folks are ready, we might as well show you the rest of the madness we've been building."
Sico stepped closer, glancing once more at the boat before nodding.
"Lead the way."
Preston stretched his back slightly.
"Yeah," he said with a grin. "Let's see this factory you've been bragging about."
Sarah said nothing, but her eyes were already scanning the massive skeleton structure rising above the shoreline.
Sturges gestured toward the steel framework.
"This way."
The group began walking up the packed dirt path toward the construction site.
From a distance, the factory already looked enormous.
But up close, it felt even larger.
Steel beams rose dozens of feet into the air, connected by thick cross-braces that formed the skeletal outline of a massive industrial building.
Some sections of the roof framework were already in place, casting long geometric shadows across the ground below.
Other sections were still completely open, exposing the bright sky above.
Workers moved across scaffolding platforms, welding new beams into place.
The crackling sound of welding torches echoed through the structure.
Sparks rained down in bright golden showers.
The smell of hot metal and burning insulation hung in the air.
Preston slowed as they approached the main floor.
"Well damn," he muttered.
He turned in a slow circle, taking in the scale of the construction.
"This is bigger than half the factories I've seen ruins of."
Sturges grinned proudly.
"Had to be."
He stepped up onto the concrete foundation and gestured for them to follow.
"If we're gonna build boats here, we gotta think ahead."
Mel walked beside him, glancing up at the overhead beams.
The place still felt surreal.
A week ago, this had been nothing but survey stakes and cleared rubble.
Now it looked like the skeleton of an entire shipyard.
Sarah stepped onto the factory floor next.
Her boots echoed softly on the unfinished concrete.
"How many workers do you have assigned here?" she asked.
Sturges scratched the back of his neck.
"Right now? About forty."
He pointed toward a group installing wall supports near the eastern side.
"Construction crew."
Then toward another team working near the ramp.
"Engineers helping with layout."
Ronnie added from behind them.
"And about twenty Minutemen rotating security patrols."
Preston chuckled.
"Good idea."
Sturges nodded.
"Yeah, turns out building the first naval factory in the Commonwealth attracts attention."
They moved deeper into the structure.
Up close, the scale became even clearer.
The main construction floor stretched nearly the length of a football field.
Steel rails had already been installed along the ground, forming parallel tracks that ran from the rear assembly area straight toward the launch ramp.
Preston pointed at them.
"Those for moving the boats?"
Sturges nodded.
"Exactly."
He walked over and tapped one of the rails with his boot.
"Assembly starts back there."
He pointed toward the far end of the building.
"Once the hull's finished, we roll the whole thing forward along these rails."
His finger traced the path all the way toward the open launch doors.
"And straight down the ramp into the water."
Sico studied the system carefully.
Efficient.
Simple.
Practical.
"Multiple vessels can be moved at once," he said.
Sturges nodded again.
"That's the plan."
Mel added quietly,
"Three lanes."
Sarah looked at the rails again.
"So three boats under construction simultaneously."
"Yep," Sturges said.
"And once we get the crane system installed above…"
He pointed toward the overhead beams.
"…we'll be able to lift engines, hull plates, and weapons mounts right into place."
Preston looked up.
"You're putting cranes in here too?"
"Two of them," Sturges replied proudly.
"Overhead gantry cranes running the full length of the building."
Preston whistled softly.
"That's serious industry."
Sturges shrugged modestly.
"Well, if we're rebuilding civilization…"
He grinned.
"…might as well do it right."
They eventually reached the section closest to the ocean.
The launch ramp extended directly out from the factory floor.
Huge steel doors—still half-installed—framed the opening that would eventually seal the building during storms.
Beyond the doors, the ramp sloped down into the water where Mel's prototype had just been tested.
Sarah stepped closer to the edge.
Her eyes followed the structure carefully.
"You reinforced the ramp sides."
Sturges nodded.
"Had to."
He tapped one of the thick metal support beams lining the ramp.
"Weight of a full steel hull isn't exactly light."
Mel added,
"Especially once the engine and weapons are installed."
Preston crouched slightly near the ramp edge and examined the metal bracing.
"This could handle something bigger than that prototype."
Sturges glanced at him and smiled.
"You noticed that."
Preston looked up.
"Oh yeah."
Sturges leaned casually against one of the beams.
"The prototype's just the start."
Sico watched him carefully.
"What's the next step?"
Sturges pointed back toward the factory interior.
"Once this place is finished…"
"…we start building more patrol boats."
Then he paused for a moment.
"And after that?"
He shrugged.
"Maybe bigger ones."
Mel glanced at him sideways.
"You're already thinking about destroyers, aren't you?"
Sturges grinned.
"I'm an optimist."
Preston laughed loudly.
"I like this guy."
They continued walking through the structure while Sturges explained each section.
Over here was the hull fabrication area.
Stacks of salvaged steel plates sat neatly arranged beside cutting tables where workers were shaping metal pieces for future builds.
Next came the engine assembly station.
Several salvaged marine engines were already sitting on reinforced pallets, waiting to be rebuilt.
Sarah walked past them slowly.
"Where did you find these?"
Mel answered.
"Harbor salvage teams."
Sturges added,
"Couple pulled from old fishing trawlers."
Sarah nodded.
"Good finds."
Further inside the building, workers were installing the support frames for the overhead cranes.
Massive steel beams stretched across the ceiling.
One welder balanced high on a scaffold platform, torch in hand as bright sparks rained down around him.
Preston tilted his head back to watch.
"You're building this place fast."
Sturges scratched his beard thoughtfully.
"Motivation."
He glanced toward Sico.
"Word got around pretty quick that we're putting a navy back on the water."
Sico didn't smile.
But he didn't deny it either.
"People believe in progress," he said quietly.
"And right now…"
He gestured toward the factory.
"…this looks like progress."
Eventually the group reached the far end of the construction floor where the factory met the rocky coastline.
From here they could see the entire structure behind them.
Steel beams.
Workers.
Equipment.
The unfinished launch doors framing the ocean beyond.
For a moment, everyone simply stood there.
Taking it all in.
Preston finally spoke first.
"You know," he said slowly.
"I've spent years watching the Commonwealth barely scrape by."
He gestured toward the factory.
"But this?"
He shook his head slightly.
"This feels different."
Mel leaned against one of the support columns.
"Because it is."
Sarah nodded slightly.
"This isn't scavenging."
"This is manufacturing."
Sturges smiled faintly.
"Exactly."
Sico remained silent for a moment longer.
His eyes moved slowly across the structure.
Then toward the ocean.
Then back to the patrol boat now resting on its support platform near the ramp.
Finally, he spoke.
"This place changes things."
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
But with quiet certainty.
Everyone present understood what he meant.
Control of the ocean meant control of trade routes.
Control of patrol zones.
Protection against raiders.
Access to distant coastal settlements.
Possibilities that hadn't existed in the Commonwealth for over two centuries.
Mel crossed his arms.
"And we're just getting started."
Sturges nodded beside him.
"Give us a few more months."
He looked around proudly.
"This place will be producing boats nonstop."
Preston grinned.
"Looks like the Commonwealth navy just got its first shipyard."
Sturges chuckled.
"Something like that."
The wind from the ocean moved through the open steel skeleton of the factory like a slow breath.
For a while, no one spoke.
The structure creaked softly around them as workers continued welding beams somewhere above. Every now and then sparks cascaded down from the scaffolding, flickering briefly before fading on the concrete floor.
Preston rested his hands on his hips and looked around the massive interior again.
"Something like that," he repeated with a quiet chuckle. "Hell of a 'something.'"
Sturges rubbed the back of his neck.
"We're still a long way from finished," he admitted.
Sico finally turned away from the view of the ocean.
"That's fine," he said calmly.
Progress didn't need to be perfect. It only needed to keep moving forward.
He glanced toward the far side of the structure where workers were hauling a beam into position.
"You've built the hardest part already."
Sturges raised an eyebrow.
"The skeleton?"
Sico nodded once.
"The foundation of any system is always the most difficult."
Sarah stepped beside one of the rail tracks embedded in the floor and crouched down briefly to inspect the metal surface. Her fingers brushed across the polished steel.
"These rails will need maintenance crews," she said quietly.
Mel nodded.
"We're planning a rotation team."
Sarah stood again.
"And security."
Ronnie folded her arms.
"That part's already covered."
She tilted her head toward the shoreline.
"You saw the convoy."
Preston chuckled.
"Yeah… hard to miss a hundred soldiers rolling through the Castle gate."
Sturges shrugged slightly.
"Word travels fast out here."
He looked toward the ocean again.
"And when word spreads that someone's rebuilding ships…"
He paused.
"…people start paying attention."
Sico didn't respond immediately.
But he understood exactly what Sturges meant.
Rebuilding industry in the Commonwealth was more than construction.
It was a signal.
A declaration that the balance of power in the region was shifting.
Finally Sico spoke again.
"You've done good work here."
Sturges blinked once, clearly not used to hearing direct praise.
"Well… thank you."
Then Sico looked toward Mel.
"And you."
Mel shrugged slightly.
"Still plenty to improve."
"That's why you're the right person for the job," Sico replied.
A faint smile crossed Preston's face.
"Alright," he said, stretching his shoulders. "As impressive as this place is…"
He glanced toward the sun climbing higher in the sky.
"…we should probably head back before half the Commonwealth decides to come see the new navy."
Ronnie smirked.
"That's already happening."
Sico turned toward the path leading back to the Castle.
"Let's go."
The group left the factory behind them and began walking along the coastal path toward the fortress walls.
The sound of the ocean followed them.
Behind them, the shipyard continued buzzing with activity.
Metal striking metal.
Welding torches crackling.
Workers shouting instructions to one another.
It was the sound of something being built.
Something real.
As they climbed the gentle rise toward the Castle, the convoy vehicles came back into view.
The Sentinel tanks still sat near the courtyard entrance like silent metal guardians.
Soldiers moved around them in loose patrols, checking equipment and keeping watch across the surrounding hills.
Preston glanced at them.
"You definitely didn't come lightly."
Sico replied calmly.
"When leadership travels, protection travels with it."
Sarah added quietly,
"And the Brotherhood has scouts everywhere."
Preston nodded.
"Fair point."
They passed through the Castle gate as guards stepped aside respectfully.
Inside the courtyard, the patrol boat prototype had already been rolled away from the ramp transport system and placed on reinforced supports for inspection.
Several engineers were already crawling over the hull again.
Mel slowed slightly when he saw them.
"Already tearing it apart?"
Sturges chuckled.
"Relax."
He pointed toward the engine compartment.
"They're just checking stress points after the test."
Mel nodded.
"Good."
Sico continued walking across the courtyard toward the central command building.
Ronnie noticed and followed.
Preston and Sarah came with them.
Mel and Sturges remained near the boat for a moment longer before eventually heading inside as well.
The command room inside the Castle was quieter than the bustling courtyard.
Maps still covered most of the walls.
Markers, pins, and notes dotted the surface showing supply routes, patrol zones, settlements, and known hostile territories across the Commonwealth.
Sunlight streamed through the high windows and cast long bars of light across the wooden table at the center of the room.
Ronnie stepped inside first.
She moved automatically toward the map board as if she had done it a thousand times before.
Which, in truth, she had.
Sico removed his gloves and set them on the table.
Preston leaned casually against one of the nearby walls.
Sarah remained standing near the map, arms folded as she studied the territory markers.
For a moment no one spoke.
Then Sico looked toward Ronnie.
"How are things here at the Castle?"
Ronnie turned slightly.
"Quiet."
She didn't say it like a complaint.
More like a soldier reporting a condition.
"Quiet can be good," Preston said.
Ronnie nodded.
"It usually means the patrol routes are doing their job."
Sico gestured toward the map.
"Any incidents?"
Ronnie stepped closer and tapped two small markers near the northern routes.
"Couple raider sightings last week."
She slid one marker slightly to the west.
"They tried moving along the old highway corridor."
Preston sighed.
"They always do."
Ronnie shrugged.
"Patrol caught them before they got close to any settlements."
Sico nodded.
"Casualties?"
"None on our side," Ronnie replied.
She moved another marker.
"Raiders scattered after the second engagement."
Sarah studied the map quietly.
"What about supply routes?"
Ronnie pointed toward a series of thin lines connecting the Castle to several settlements.
"Still stable."
"Caravans are moving regularly between Sanctuary, Diamond City, and the coastal farms."
Preston added with a small grin.
"People trust those roads now."
Ronnie looked back at Sico.
"Food shipments have been steady too."
She tapped the eastern side of the map.
"The fishing settlements along the coast are bringing in good catches again."
Sico nodded slowly.
"That's good to hear."
But then he asked the question that mattered most.
"And the Brotherhood?"
The room became noticeably quieter.
Ronnie's expression hardened slightly.
She turned back toward the map and walked over to the northeastern corner.
There, near the coastline of Boston Airport, several red markers had been placed.
She tapped one of them.
"They're still dug in at the airport."
Preston crossed his arms.
"No surprise there."
Ronnie continued.
"Their patrol patterns haven't changed much."
She pointed to several curved lines around the airport perimeter.
"Power armor squads still running perimeter sweeps every few hours."
Sarah stepped closer.
"And air patrols?"
Ronnie nodded.
"Their vertibirds are still active."
She moved her finger along a circular path across the map.
"They fly scouting runs over the harbor and occasionally over the city ruins."
Sico listened carefully.
"Any expansion?"
Ronnie shook her head.
"Not recently."
Preston raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
Ronnie leaned slightly against the map table.
"Looks like they're consolidating."
Sarah nodded thoughtfully.
"That suggests resource strain."
Preston looked at her.
"You think they're running low?"
Sarah shrugged slightly.
"Or preparing for something."
Ronnie spoke again.
"They've increased activity around the airport defenses."
She tapped a cluster of markers.
"More barricades."
"More patrol towers."
"More energy weapon positions."
Sico's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Preparing for a siege."
Preston chuckled dryly.
"They always assume someone's coming for them."
Ronnie folded her arms.
"Well… they're not exactly wrong."
No one argued with that.
For a moment the room fell quiet again.
Then Sico looked back at the map of the coastline.
His gaze moved slowly from the airport, to the harbor, and to the open ocean.
Then toward the location of the new shipyard they had just visited.
A thought was forming.
Preston noticed.
"What?"
Sico didn't answer immediately.
Instead he asked Ronnie another question.
"How far do Brotherhood patrols move along the coastline?"
Ronnie considered that.
"Not far."
She pointed toward a short section of the map near the harbor entrance.
"Most of their activity stays within range of the airport."
Sarah nodded slowly.
"They rely heavily on vertibirds for mobility."
Preston grinned slightly.
"Which means they're not expecting anything from the water."
Sico finally spoke.
"Exactly."
Ronnie's eyes flicked toward him.
"You're thinking about naval patrols already."
Sico nodded calmly.
"Once the patrol boats are operational…"
He gestured toward the coastline on the map.
"…the entire harbor becomes a new front."
Preston chuckled.
"Oh the Brotherhood's not gonna like that."
Sarah added quietly,
"They won't see it coming."
Ronnie studied the map again.
Then she looked toward Sico.
"You planning to start naval patrols right away?"
Sico shook his head slightly.
"Not yet."
He tapped the table softly.
"First we build more boats."
Then he looked toward the door where Mel and Sturges were just entering the room.
"And improve the design."
Mel raised an eyebrow.
"You're already planning strategy with it?"
Preston laughed.
"Of course he is."
Sico turned toward Mel.
"You've opened a door today."
Mel leaned against the wall beside Sturges.
"Hopefully not one that sinks."
Preston grinned.
"Well… if it does…"
He pointed toward Sturges.
"…he'll just build another one."
Sturges shrugged.
"Wouldn't be the worst problem to have."
Ronnie looked back at the map of Boston Airport one more time.
The red markers sat there quietly.
Still.
Waiting.
But now something had changed.
For the first time in two hundred years, the Commonwealth was beginning to reclaim the ocean.
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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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