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Continuing his search with little success (some food, a box of spare valves and a three emergency flares), Erin had discovered something odd. Behind the peeling wallpaper in one corner of a side room, the inside wall was wood panel rather than plaster. Shredding more wallpaper with his claws, he was shocked to find a sealed doorway. "Sesame." Pulling the wooden panel free and dropping it to one side, Erin looked through into a room that someone had, at some point, considered below mention and sealed off. It was full of old files and documents on paper, which was unusual, piles of boxes with faded lettering mostly concerned with pre-war dates, and at the very back was a well-made oak travelling chest, leaning slightly open. Opening it, he was for a moment silenced by the sight of a life in the vault display set. There were 'proposed layout' diagrams, two vault jumpsuits (not numbered), a bulky holo-projector and sound system which even disassembled took up most of the space inside, the remainder being the papers, clothes and several vault-tec brand items that he couldn't even begin to fathom.

One, however, he certainly could. It was an older model of PIP-boy than the others wore and was bigger and heavier, with a plastic fold-down cover for the screen and a different control configuration. With care, he placed his radio against the wall and activated it. "Bren, I need you here. Something you have to check out for me." He supposed that at some point, when the vaults were being built, someone had wanted extra funding and had made this kit to attract investors. In his westerns, the mogul with the railroad plans always had a little model of the railway with him when he was talking to the townspeople, complete with a train and plenty of rich-guy talk. "I propose, gentlemen, the greatest engineering feat ever seen in these parts." To his mind, the vaults fitted that description rather perfectly.

(( Reference image: http://z.about.com/d/compactiongames/1/0/_/D/1/fallout3_ca007.jpg second from the right at the top for the PIP-boy, middle right for a decent look at the screen cover. ))

The record hall of the city hall building seemed to stir after it's recent encounter with the big bulky brotherhood soldier that had entered only moments before. The large wooden shelves that once held books slowly began to stir, paper ruffling metal scraping on marble could be heard.

One of the bookshelves that was on top of the power armored, was tipped over and slapped into one of the lead shutters on the inside of the building, "ugh..." words that could be heard from under the mass of paper.

The last shelf that had collapsed onto the top of mark was thrown half way across the room. <******** ghouls... ******** retards not getting n fast enough... ugh... i hate my job... he muttered to himself as he stiffly got back to his feat. Mark had just gotten to his feat when his still blood sickened boots slipped out from under him causing him to fall back to the floor. Marks anger and frustration coupled from the stress of what just occurred pushed Mark to the border of snapping, Hastily getting back to his feet, Mark grabbed the nearest book shelf and threw it against the nearest wall. The massive wooden casing going halfway through the drywall before collapsing on itself. The small stress relife treatment carries on for a moment until the Jr. Paladin comes to a stop trying to rip a old phone book in half.

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Letting out a sigh, Mark regains his composure before rejoining the rest of the group. Upon returning to the small gather that had just taken place Mark saw the deathclaw deliver a disrespectful reply to his superior officer, thinking that he a creature of the waste who had no clear understanding of the operations of how sophisticated the brotherhood technology was compared to that of the civilian wasteland equipment. Hearing the order to go retrieve more ammo, and any extra supplies Mark watched as the lower ranked initiates and people with less common sense walk around the building stripping it for anything of use. Mark placed a power armored palm over his helmet before looking at Alex, "Really? Really? We're dealing with people who don't even know how a operation is supposed to work? Follow your leader and do nothing else!..." he said as he removed his helmet. The facial expression on the Jr. Paladins face could only begin to describe how he was feeling. "I say we just leave them..." he said flat out, a small twitch pulling at his right eye. "I mean come on! these guys don't even check the storage lockers for ammo, and they're right ******** there!"[.b] he says pointing at the doorway lined with the steel lockers, "Oh wait, look look, look!" he said as he pointed a little upwards to a hastily painted word reading Armory Marks gaze went back to Alex. Marks face was so easy to read, it was screaming out to her come on i know you want to.

Just as soon as he'd finished putting his suit back on, Bren was called for over the radio. "Just a sec. Lemme finish strapping up.", he responded as he tightened up a couple straps, sealing his armor. Grabbing his helmet, Bren left his new toy on a table nearby as he walked curiously towards the hole in the wall. As he peeked in, he was slightly startled by the large deathclaw in the small room, but quickly recovered his composure. "What's that you've got there?", he asked curiously, eying piece of technology the Deathclaw was holding in it's hands.

Bren couldn't help but smile as he took the piece of equipment from Erin. "Wow, this looks like an old Pip-Boy model. I'd have to say...maybe...2000? It might be older than that even!", he said, obviously excited. "I bet we could learn some interesting stuff from the data on this thing...oh, but wait. You don't have one of these do you? Maybe I could work with it when we get back. Just keep it in good shape.", he said with a smile as he handed it back to Erin. It won't be hard. Those things are tough as hell...