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And somewhere beneath the sound of rain, pencil scratches, and low tactical discussion, Far Harbor crossed another invisible line.
Morning arrived without sunlight.
The clouds sat low over the island like wet concrete pressing down against the world while cold drizzle drifted across Far Harbor in thin gray curtains. The Fog lingered beyond the walls thicker than usual, turning the tree line into shifting silhouettes barely visible through the haze.
Far Harbor woke anyway.
It always did.
Generators rumbled alive one by one across the settlement while workers moved through muddy streets carrying lumber, ammunition crates, and fuel hoses between districts already slick with rainwater. Somewhere near the shoreline, welders reignited cutting torches around the purifier platform, throwing bursts of orange light through the gray morning while Hayes immediately resumed yelling at people before most of them had even finished breakfast.
"No, no, no, that pipe alignment is wrong by nearly half an inch!"
One exhausted engineer looked ready to throw himself directly into the harbor.
"You cannot even see half an inch from there!"
"I can feel it spiritually!"
"That's not how engineering works!"
Hayes looked personally offended by the statement.
The argument continued beneath showers of sparks and grinding steel.
Normal morning.
Or as close to normal as Far Harbor still allowed itself.
Inside the command building, however, the atmosphere felt very different.
The war room had changed overnight.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Because now the Nucleus existed on paper.
The massive operational map dominated the central table beneath lantern light and overhead fixtures, layered with charcoal markings, elevation sketches, patrol notes, and attack vectors written in careful military shorthand.
It no longer looked like reconnaissance.
It looked like preparation for war.
Sico stood near the western side of the table studying the marked cliff approaches while Ward adjusted unit positioning estimates nearby using small metal markers scavenged from old board games.
Alice sat sideways in a chair with muddy boots resting against another empty one while she sharpened a combat knife absentmindedly.
Avery leaned over the northern approach section reading artillery range notes with visible dislike.
Briggs remained near the far wall again.
Silent.
Watching.
Always watching.
Mercer and the scouts looked slightly more human this morning after several hours of sleep, though exhaustion still clung around their eyes in the way it always did after extended operations beyond the walls.
Outside, rain tapped steadily against the windows.
Inside, the planning continued.
"The western route still feels like the best breach point," Avery said quietly.
Ward nodded once.
"Least fortified."
"Also least stable," Alice added.
She pointed the knife toward the cliffside sketch.
"One bad step and somebody becomes part of the coastline permanently."
Mercer crossed his arms.
"Direct northern assault would be worse."
Nobody disagreed.
The northern gate looked uglier every time they studied it.
Sico's attention remained on the map.
"If the Sentinels pin the main entrance," he said calmly, "their defenders shift focus forward."
Ward immediately followed the thought.
"Which gives western assault teams room to move."
Alice tilted her head slightly.
"Assuming the Children don't realize they're being flanked."
Briggs finally spoke.
"They'll realize."
The room quieted slightly.
Because Briggs rarely sounded uncertain.
And he didn't now.
Mercer rubbed one hand against his jaw.
"Question is how long it takes them."
Sico looked toward the marked patrol routes.
"Long enough."
Outside the room, footsteps moved quickly through the hallway followed by the distant sound of raised voices somewhere near the western district.
Nobody inside reacted immediately.
Far Harbor was busy now.
Noise happened constantly.
Then the bell rang.
Deep.
Violent.
The alarm tower above the settlement exploded into motion with a heavy iron clang that cut through the rain and echoed across the harbor hard enough to shake windows.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Every person in the room froze instantly.
Not confused.
Recognizing.
Alarm bell.
Attack.
A second later came the shouting.
"MOVEMENT IN THE FOG!"
"WEST WALL!"
"HORDE!"
The command room detonated into motion.
Chairs slammed backward.
Maps shifted.
Weapons grabbed instinctively.
Ward was already moving before the third bell strike finished echoing.
Alice snatched her rifle from beside the wall in one smooth motion.
Avery shoved the operational papers aside to keep them from sliding off the table.
Mercer immediately turned toward the scouts.
"Gear up!"
Outside, more shouting erupted through the settlement.
Then gunfire.
Fast.
Sharp.
Close.
Sico moved first through the doorway.
"Ward with me."
The hallway beyond the command room had already descended into controlled chaos. Soldiers sprinted toward defensive positions while radio operators shouted conflicting reports over rising static.
"Western perimeter sighted movement!"
"Fog Crawlers confirmed!"
"Multiple contacts!"
A young runner nearly collided with Sico before stopping hard enough to skid across the wet floorboards.
"Sir, large horde approaching through the Fog! Gulpers and Crawlers both!"
That hit harder than ordinary wildlife attacks.
Because Fog Crawlers weren't normal creatures.
Nothing that large should have moved that fast.
Sico didn't slow.
"Sound full defensive mobilization."
"Yes, sir!"
The runner disappeared immediately.
Outside, the settlement had transformed completely.
Rain and Fog rolled across the streets while soldiers flooded toward the walls carrying rifles, ammunition crates, missile launchers, and heavy weapons. Civilians cleared paths instantly, dragging children indoors while dockworkers abandoned cargo lines to reinforce barricades near the western gate.
The alarm bell kept ringing overhead.
Heavy.
Relentless.
The sound of survival.
Sico stepped into the muddy street just as another burst of gunfire crackled from the western wall followed by shouting.
Then came the scream.
Not human.
Animal.
Wet.
Deep enough to vibrate through the rain.
People nearby visibly stiffened.
Fog Crawler.
Avery emerged beside Sico while chambering a round into her rifle.
"How many?"
A wall guard shouted from above through the rain.
"Can't tell! Fog's too thick!"
Another scream echoed through the mist beyond the perimeter.
Closer this time.
Followed by the heavy thunder of something massive slamming against the outer barricades.
The western wall erupted with rifle fire.
Muzzle flashes lit the Fog in rapid bursts while soldiers shouted target directions through the haze.
"LEFT SIDE!"
"Movement near the rocks!"
"Crawler! Crawler!"
Sico's voice cut cleanly through the chaos.
"Defensive positions now!"
Soldiers moved instantly.
Training taking over.
Weeks ago Far Harbor might have panicked under a sudden assault like this.
Not anymore.
Squads spread toward prepared firing lanes. Ammunition teams reinforced wall positions. Medics established emergency stations near the central square while runners carried orders between districts.
Movement.
Discipline.
Preparation.
Ward climbed the western stair platform two steps at a time while Mercer and the scouts joined rifle teams along the barricades.
Sico grabbed the nearest communications operator.
"Sentinel crews."
The operator looked up immediately.
"Yes, sir?"
"Bring all four online."
The man blinked once.
"All four?"
"Yes."
No hesitation.
"Move."
The operator sprinted toward the armored depot.
Sico turned toward the western gate where thick Fog pressed against the outer defenses like something alive.
Then another impact hit.
Hard.
The reinforced outer barricades shook visibly.
Wood splintered.
Metal groaned.
And suddenly shapes emerged through the mist.
Gulpers.
Dozens.
Huge mutated amphibious horrors charging through mud and rain on powerful hind limbs while grotesque jaws snapped wildly beneath slick green-gray skin.
The wall guns opened immediately.
Heavy machine gun fire tore across the approach field, ripping apart the front line of creatures in explosions of mud and blood.
But more kept coming.
Always more.
"Hold fire discipline!" Ward shouted from above. "Short controlled bursts!"
A Gulper slammed directly into the outer spikes near the trench line with enough force to shake the barricade before soldiers riddled it with rifle fire from above.
Another climbed over its corpse instantly.
Then the Fog Crawlers appeared.
And suddenly the entire wall line felt smaller.
Massive crustacean nightmares burst through the mist on bladed limbs slick with seawater and mud, their pale armored shells reflecting muzzle flashes while razor claws carved through barricade posts like rotten wood.
One soldier on the wall actually froze for half a second after seeing the first one.
Reasonable reaction.
The creature looked like the ocean itself had decided to hate humanity personally.
"CRAWLER RIGHT SIDE!"
Missile smoke exploded upward from the wall.
The rocket struck the lead Fog Crawler directly in the chest, detonating in a burst of fire and shattered shell fragments that sprayed across the muddy ground.
The creature screamed.
Still kept moving.
Alice stared at it from the wall platform.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
The Crawler slammed into the outer trench line hard enough to collapse part of the reinforced spikes beneath its weight.
More Gulpers flooded through the gap immediately.
"Seal that breach!" Ward barked.
Mercer and Ellis moved first, unloading controlled rifle fire into the opening while two heavy gunners rotated suppressive fire across the advancing creatures.
The smell hit next.
Wet rot.
Saltwater.
Blood.
Radiation-soaked decay rolling through the rain.
Then came another impact against the gate itself.
Heavier.
The metal groaned.
Sico looked toward the perimeter and made the decision instantly.
"Open Sentinel lanes."
Nearby soldiers turned immediately.
"Sir?"
"Now."
The western vehicle barricades shifted aside rapidly while warning sirens blared from the depot district.
Then Far Harbor heard the engines.
Deep.
Mechanical.
Terrifying.
The first Sentinel Tank rolled into the western avenue beneath sheets of rain like a moving fortress awakening from sleep.
Massive tracks crushed mud and debris beneath impossible weight while floodlights cut through the Fog ahead. Its turret rotated slowly toward the gate as hydraulic systems hissed beneath armored plating streaked with rainwater.
Then came the second.
Third.
Fourth.
The people near the streets stopped and stared despite themselves.
Even during an attack.
Because four Sentinel Tanks moving together sounded like war arriving physically.
Sico stepped toward the lead vehicle as its hatch opened briefly.
The commander inside looked down.
"Orders, sir?"
Sico pointed toward the western gate.
"Stand by behind the inner barricade."
The commander nodded once immediately.
"And if they break through?"
Sico's expression never changed.
"Immediately shoot at them."
No hesitation.
No dramatic speech.
Just command.
The hatch sealed shut again.
The four Sentinels spread into firing positions behind the gate while infantry squads cleared the lane instantly.
The ground trembled beneath the tanks' weight.
Outside the walls, the assault intensified.
The Fog Crawlers had reached the trench line now.
One smashed directly through a reinforced wooden barricade with horrifying strength before concentrated laser fire burned across its exposed joints.
Another climbed partially onto the outer wall itself.
Screaming soldiers unloaded point-blank into its face while one of Briggs' veterans shoved a fragmentation grenade directly beneath its armored underside.
The explosion tore the creature apart in a spray of shell and burning tissue that rained down across the parapet.
Ellis wiped gore from his cheek.
"Fantastic morning."
Then something enormous moved deeper in the Fog.
Bigger than the others.
The shape emerged slowly through rain and gunfire.
And several soldiers on the wall went silent.
The Gulper Alpha.
Massive.
Twice the size of the others with swollen muscle hanging beneath irradiated skin and jaws large enough to swallow a man's torso whole.
It charged directly toward the western gate.
The barricades shook under its impact.
One section cracked.
Avery stared from the wall platform.
"That thing's going to break through."
Sico looked toward the Sentinels.
"Ready main cannons."
The tanks adjusted immediately.
Turrets turning.
Targeting systems locking through the rain.
The Gulper Alpha roared again and slammed against the damaged barricade hard enough to tear reinforced beams loose from their anchors.
Wood exploded inward.
Mud sprayed across the gate.
And suddenly Far Harbor understood exactly why Sico had ordered the tanks forward.
Because without them, the wall might not hold.
"FIRE!"
The first Sentinel cannon detonated with a thunderclap that shook the entire harbor.
The shell crossed the distance almost instantly.
Then the Alpha disappeared inside an explosion of fire, mud, shattered bone, and flying debris.
The shockwave rolled back through the rain hard enough to stagger nearby soldiers.
For half a second everything went silent except ringing ears and falling debris.
Then cheers erupted across the wall.
Not relief.
Survival.
The smoke cleared slowly.
Nothing recognizable remained of the Alpha.
The remaining creatures hesitated for the first time.
Instinct finally colliding with overwhelming firepower.
And Far Harbor's defenders saw it happen together.
The moment the horde realized the settlement could hit back harder than expected.
Ward immediately seized the momentum.
"Push fire forward!"
The wall guns intensified instantly.
Heavy rifles cracked through the rain while missile teams targeted remaining Crawlers near the trenches.
The Sentinels joined fully now.
Their cannons roared one after another beneath sheets of rain, turning the battlefield outside the walls into exploding mud, shattered shell fragments, and burning corpses.
The battle did not end all at once.
It unraveled slowly.
Violently.
Like the island itself refusing to accept that Far Harbor had survived.
Rain continued pouring across the western wall while smoke, steam, and weapons fire turned the entire battlefield into a shifting blur of mud and burning wreckage. The Sentinels kept firing in staggered intervals, each cannon blast shaking water from rooftops and sending shockwaves rolling across the harbor.
The first cannon had killed the Gulper Alpha.
The next three broke the momentum of the horde entirely.
And momentum mattered with creatures like these.
Because wild things attacked hardest when they believed fear alone would win.
Now fear was firing back with artillery.
A Fog Crawler tried to force itself through the shattered trench line near the western approach only for concentrated laser fire to burn across its exposed leg joints while one of the Sentinels rotated its secondary gun downward and ripped the creature apart in a storm of armor-piercing rounds.
The thing collapsed screaming into the mud.
Three Gulpers immediately tried climbing over its corpse.
Bad decision.
A missile slammed into them half a second later.
The explosion painted the rain red.
"LEFT FLANK CLEARING!" someone shouted from the wall.
"Keep pressure on them!" Ward barked immediately.
He moved along the parapet through rain and smoke like he'd been born there, rifle slung against one shoulder while he redirected firing teams with clipped precision.
"Short bursts!"
"Save heavy rounds for Crawlers!"
"You—reload that launcher now!"
Weeks ago Far Harbor's defenders might have collapsed into panic under this kind of assault.
Now they adapted.
That difference mattered more than walls sometimes.
Mercer knelt behind a reinforced barricade near the western firing platform, cycling rounds into his rifle with methodical calm while Ellis fired beside him through drifting smoke.
A Gulper lunged halfway over the trench.
Ellis shot it directly through the open mouth.
The creature dropped backward twitching.
"Still hate this island," Ellis muttered.
Mercer didn't look away from his sights.
"Noted."
Rainwater streamed from helmets, armor collars, and rifle barrels while medics moved constantly behind the lines treating claw wounds, impact injuries, and radiation exposure from ruptured Fog Crawler glands now leaking glowing fluid into the mud outside the walls.
One soldier screamed as another stitched a deep cut across his shoulder without anesthetic.
Nearby, Teddy was personally dragging ammunition crates through knee-deep mud while swearing at everyone equally.
"If anyone dies before organizing these rounds properly, I'm bringing you back just to yell at you!"
Nobody had enough energy left to question whether he meant it.
The Sentinels became the center of the defense.
Not just physically.
Psychologically.
Every time one of the massive tanks fired, the defenders felt it in their ribs. In their teeth. In the ground beneath their boots.
The tanks did more than kill creatures.
They reminded Far Harbor that they were no longer helpless.
One Fog Crawler managed to reach the outer barricades near the harbor ramp before the second Sentinel pivoted toward it fully. Its cannon lowered slightly.
Then fired.
The shell hit low.
The explosion launched half the creature's armored body into the rain like shattered shipwreck debris.
Silence followed for one stunned second.
Then cheering erupted again across the wall.
Alice wiped rain and gore from her face while reloading beside Avery.
"Well," she shouted over the thunder of gunfire, "that's officially the most satisfying thing I've seen all month."
Avery fired two controlled shots into a wounded Gulper trying to crawl through the trench line.
"Focus."
"I am focused."
Another cannon blast shook the wall.
"I'm focused and inspired."
Despite herself, Avery almost smiled.
Almost.
Beyond the perimeter, the horde finally began breaking apart.
Not retreating cleanly.
Creatures like these didn't organize retreats.
They scattered.
Some fled back into the Fog wounded and shrieking. Others kept attacking blindly until concentrated fire tore them apart in the mud outside the walls.
The Fog Crawlers held the longest.
They were meaner.
Harder to kill.
One nearly reached the gate after surviving two direct missile hits, dragging half-broken limbs through the trench while rifle rounds sparked uselessly off sections of shell.
Briggs stepped forward from the firing line without a word.
Raised a heavy anti-material rifle.
Fired once.
The round punched through the creature's exposed eye socket and out the back of its skull in an explosion of black fluid and shattered shell.
The Crawler collapsed instantly.
Briggs lowered the rifle again.
"That usually works," he said calmly.
Nobody nearby knew how to respond to that sentence.
So they didn't try.
Gradually, the gunfire slowed.
Then thinned.
Then stopped in scattered sections of the wall one by one as soldiers realized no new shapes were emerging through the Fog anymore.
The rain remained.
The smoke remained.
The dead absolutely remained.
But the horde had broken.
Far Harbor had held.
For several long moments, nobody celebrated properly.
People just breathed.
Heavy.
Exhausted.
Disbelieving.
The kind of breathing survivors did after violence finally stopped close enough to hear themselves think again.
Sico stood near the western gate beneath falling rain while the Sentinels remained in firing position behind him, their engines still rumbling like restrained thunder.
The battlefield beyond the walls looked ruined.
Burning carcasses lay scattered across torn trenches and shattered barricades while radiation-tainted blood mixed with mud and seawater into foul-smelling streams running downhill toward the coast.
The smell was horrific.
Rotting fish.
Burned meat.
Wet decay.
The island smelled angry.
Ward climbed down from the parapet slowly, one sleeve soaked dark with blood that thankfully did not appear to be his.
"Perimeter holding," he reported.
"Casualties?"
"Eight wounded. Two serious."
Sico nodded once.
Better than expected.
Still too many.
Avery joined them moments later while wiping rainwater from her eyes.
"One section of the western trench collapsed completely."
"We can rebuild it."
"Yes."
She looked out toward the battlefield.
"At least we still have people left to rebuild it."
That silence afterward carried weight.
Because everyone standing there understood exactly how close things had come once the Alpha reached the barricades.
Without the Sentinels?
The gate might have fallen.
And if the gate fell, nobody finished that thought aloud.
Nearby, the four tank crews finally began powering down their main cannons while infantry squads cautiously moved beyond the walls to confirm the horde had fully dispersed.
The gates opened carefully.
Not wide.
Just enough.
Soldiers advanced through drifting smoke and rain with rifles raised, stepping around burning carcasses and shattered trench spikes while medics followed behind checking for wounded defenders thrown from the wall during the assault.
Ellis climbed down beside Mercer with a tired groan.
"My boots are making noises boots shouldn't make."
Mercer glanced sideways.
"You alive?"
"Unfortunately."
"Good."
Ellis looked toward the dead Gulper Alpha or what remained of it.
A crater marked the spot now more than a body.
"…That tank shot was excessive."
Mercer stared at the destruction quietly.
"No," he said after a moment.
"It was appropriate."
Further down the line, soldiers began dragging creature corpses away from the barricades with hooked chains and winches while engineers assessed structural damage under heavy rain.
Hayes arrived near the western wall halfway through the cleanup already furious.
"Who allowed a Fog Crawler to damage my reinforcement beams?"
One exhausted defender blinked at him.
"…The Fog Crawler?"
"That's not an excuse!"
He stomped directly toward the damaged trench while muttering violent things about structural integrity.
Apparently surviving the apocalypse still wasn't enough to protect people from Hayes' priorities.
The adrenaline began fading after another twenty minutes.
That was the dangerous part sometimes.
People got hurt after battles ended because exhaustion finally caught them.
Medics treated shock now alongside injuries while soldiers slumped against barricades trying to steady shaking hands beneath rain-soaked gloves.
One young recruit sat near the wall staring silently at the smoking battlefield beyond the trench.
Not crying.
Not panicking.
Just processing.
Alice stopped beside him briefly.
"First real horde?"
The recruit nodded slowly.
Alice lit another cigarette despite the weather somehow making that nearly impossible.
"You didn't run."
The recruit swallowed hard.
"I wanted to."
"Everybody wants to."
She took a drag from the cigarette.
"The trick is deciding not to."
Then she moved on before he could answer.
Sico remained near the gate watching cleanup operations carefully.
Something about the attack bothered him.
Not the creatures themselves.
The timing.
The direction.
The sheer aggression.
Far Harbor had seen wildlife assaults before.
This felt different.
Too concentrated.
Too coordinated.
A thought was already forming quietly in the back of his mind when shouting suddenly rose near the outer trench.
"Sir!"
One of the recovery soldiers was waving toward the gate.
"Sir, over here!"
Ward immediately turned.
Sico moved toward the trench line without hesitation while nearby soldiers shifted aside to let him pass.
Rainwater splashed around boots as he crossed the churned mud outside the walls.
The battlefield looked even worse up close.
Fog Crawler limbs lay scattered across cratered ground beside burning Gulper corpses while shell impacts had torn entire sections of terrain apart.
The soldier who called out stood near the remains of a dead Gulper partially buried beneath splintered barricade wood.
Young.
Breathing hard.
Holding something carefully between gloved fingers.
"What is it?" Ward asked.
The soldier turned immediately toward Sico.
"Found this caught under the carcass, sir."
He held it out.
A rag.
Small.
Rain-soaked.
Dark cloth tied around one jagged piece of broken trench wood.
At first glance it looked meaningless.
Then Sico saw the symbol painted across it.
Atom's spiral.
Green.
Faded slightly by rain.
But unmistakable.
The Children of Atom.
The rain suddenly felt colder.
Around them, nearby soldiers began noticing the cloth too.
Conversations quieted.
Avery arrived seconds later and saw Sico's expression before she even looked at the rag itself.
Then her eyes narrowed.
"…No."
Ward took the cloth carefully and examined it beneath the rain.
The symbol was deliberate.
Not accidental.
Not random debris blown through the Fog.
Placed.
Mercer stared at it grimly.
"They drove the horde."
Nobody contradicted him.
Because suddenly too many things made sense at once.
The concentrated attack.
The direction.
The timing right after Far Harbor began preparing openly for war.
The Children of Atom hadn't simply waited behind the Nucleus.
They had acted first.
Avery looked toward the Fog beyond the battlefield.
"You're telling me they herded Fog Crawlers?"
"Probably used bait," Ellis muttered darkly. "Radiated meat. Blood. Noise. Doesn't take much to steer creatures when you stop caring who dies."
Ward's jaw tightened slightly.
"Or they pushed them toward the walls intentionally."
That possibility sat even uglier.
Because it meant planning.
Not random fanaticism.
Tactics.
Sico took the rag from Ward slowly.
Rainwater dripped from the torn cloth between his fingers while the green Atom symbol twisted faintly in the wind.
Message received.
The Children of Atom knew Far Harbor was preparing.
And instead of waiting quietly behind their defenses, they had tested them.
Alice walked up behind the group and stared at the rag for several long seconds.
"Well," she said quietly.
"That feels personal."
Nobody laughed.
Because it was.
The island around them suddenly felt different again.
Smaller somehow.
Like invisible lines had finally been crossed during the night without anyone noticing.
Sico looked back toward the walls.
Toward the Sentinels still standing guard behind the gate.
Toward Far Harbor rebuilding damage already despite the rain.
Then back toward the Fog.
Toward the Nucleus hidden somewhere beyond it.
His conclusion formed completely now.
The Children of Atom had sent the horde.
Not just to kill.
To weaken defenses.
To intimidate.
Maybe even to measure response time and firepower.
A probe before war.
Which meant something else too.
They were afraid.
Fanatics hid fear differently than normal people.
But fear still existed underneath belief.
And if the Children of Atom were already pushing monsters toward Far Harbor before the assault even began, then they knew exactly what was coming.
Ward looked at Sico carefully.
"You thinking the same thing I am?"
"Yes."
Avery crossed her arms against the rain.
"That this wasn't random."
"No."
Sico's voice stayed calm.
Too calm.
"The Children of Atom are preparing for us."
Thunder rolled faintly out across the sea beyond the harbor.
The rain kept falling.
Soldiers continued dragging corpses away from the walls while engineers rebuilt shattered barricades beneath floodlights already coming alive through the gray afternoon.
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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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