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**Introduction:** Victor von Wolfric, a retired Russian military veteran with a PhD in IT, Computer Science, and Bioscience, found solace in the simple pleasures of life after years of service. One of these pleasures was spending time with his grandson, bonding over a shared love for video games. Today, the screen flickered with the familiar sights and sounds of *Fallout*, a game set in a post-apocalyptic world—a grim reminder of the very tragedy humanity strives to avoid in reality. Yet, for Victor, it was a source of enjoyment, a way to connect with his grandson and escape into a world of adventure. As they played together, laughter filling the room, Victor's instincts suddenly kicked in. A noise—too close, too threatening—jolted him out of the game’s fantasy. Without hesitation, he leaped to shield his grandson. A sharp pain seared through his back, but he pushed it aside, focusing only on getting his grandson to safety. He hurried the boy into the panic room, his voice steady despite the chaos. "I'll be back quick," he promised, sealing the reinforced doors from the outside. The seasoned soldier in him took over. Victor retrieved his weapon from its hidden spot under the table, then took cover behind the kitchen counter, his senses alert for any sign of the intruders. In the brief lull, he made a quick call to his son—"We've been attacked," he reported, before cutting the line and bracing for what was to come. A brutal firefight ensued, the quiet home transforming into a battlefield. Despite his age, Victor's skills had not dulled. His movements were precise, his aim true. One by one, he eliminated the enemies, his training and experience guiding him through the harrowing ordeal. Finally, the house fell silent, the danger seemingly passed. Exhausted, Victor collapsed onto the sofa, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps. As the adrenaline faded, so did his strength. The last thing he heard before everything went black was a voice from the game, eerily fitting: "WAR... WAR NEVER CHANGES." With those words echoing in his mind, Victor slowly slipped into unconsciousness, the world around him fading into darkness.

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Chapter 39: Silent Shadows in Springvale

October 27th, 2274

Victor crouched on a ridge overlooking the decaying remains of Springvale Elementary. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting the school in ominous shadows. Its broken windows and collapsed roof were all that remained of its once-proud structure. Now, it was a raider stronghold.

"AZ, scan the building," Victor whispered, his hand brushing the spherical, hovering form of the AI-controlled Mr. Handy robot beside him.

AZ's metallic arms extended as its optical sensors zoomed in on the school. "Scanning complete, sir. Four raiders on the upper floor, three in the basement. The leader is in a fortified room on the top floor, isolated from his crew."

Victor adjusted his Pip-Boy, checking the gear one last time. "And the tunnel?"

"The tunnel remains sealed, but I detect signs of recent excavation," AZ replied in a calm, mechanical voice, one of its buzzsaw arms rotating idly as it spoke. "Shall I engage, sir?"

"Not yet," Victor said, shaking his head. "Let's do this quietly. Stick to the shadows, AZ. I'll handle the heavy lifting."

"Understood, sir. Silent mode activated." The Mr. Handy bot's typical humming and clanking ceased as it switched to a more subdued operation mode.

Victor slipped into the school through a side entrance that AZ had hacked into earlier. Inside, the halls were a mess of ruined desks, broken chalkboards, and faded murals. The air was heavy with the stench of mold and decay.

Ahead, a raider sat slouched at a desk, cleaning his weapon with a filthy rag. He had no idea what was coming. Victor moved in silently, his neural enhancements from his Pip-Boy boosting his stealth and reflexes. With a swift motion, he deployed his stun module, pressing it to the raider's neck. The man jerked once and collapsed, unconscious.

"First target down, AZ," Victor muttered.

"Well done, sir. Two more in the adjacent hallway," AZ replied in a low tone, hovering near Victor.

Victor pressed on, passing cracked walls and debris, his footfalls barely making a sound. Two raiders stood near a stairwell, talking in low voices. Victor waited for the right moment, slipping into their blind spot before disabling them both with precise stuns. They crumpled to the ground without a noise.

"Three down. Heading to the upper floor."

AZ hovered behind him, keeping watch with its multiple lenses spinning to scan every angle. "The leader remains in his quarters, sir. I suggest caution."

Victor smirked. "I've got this."

The upper floor was a maze of decaying classrooms and broken-down furniture. Victor ascended the stairs carefully, his ears alert to any noise. From the corner of his eye, he saw the raider leader step out of his room, muttering something to himself.

"Where the hell is everyone?" the leader grumbled, scratching his unshaven face as he looked around. He was massive, a brute with scars across his arms and a shotgun strapped to his back.

Victor stood in the shadows, watching the leader's movements carefully.

"They're not answering because they're all down," Victor said, stepping out of the darkness.

The leader turned quickly, eyes narrowing when he saw the stranger standing before him. "Who the hell are you? Some kinda hero, vault boy?"

"Just passing through," Victor replied, his voice calm. "This place is about to be cleaned up."

The leader sneered and drew his shotgun. "You've got no idea who you're messing with, Vault rat."

The two locked eyes for a moment. The raider leader swung the shotgun forward, but Victor was faster. He sidestepped the blast and darted forward, knocking the weapon out of the leader's hands with a quick strike. The shotgun clattered to the ground, but the leader was already throwing a punch.

Victor ducked, his neural enhancements boosting his speed as he countered with a kick to the raider's side. The leader grunted in pain but quickly reached for a knife at his belt.

AZ hovered nearby, ready to assist. "Shall I engage, sir?"

"Not yet," Victor replied, dodging another swing of the knife. He grabbed the raider's wrist and twisted, forcing the blade to drop from the leader's grasp. With a final, powerful blow, Victor knocked the raider to the ground, pressing the stun module to his neck. The man convulsed once before falling unconscious.

"Leader neutralized," Victor muttered, standing over the unconscious raider.

"Excellent work, sir," AZ said, floating closer. "Shall I begin to clean up?"

"Yeah, inform NIM. We'll need a team to extract the raiders and take them for study." Victor took a deep breath, shaking off the tension from the fight.

"Keep monitoring the surroundings." ordered Victor.

Later, back at Vault 101, Victor observed as the raiders were transported to the bioscience lab. AZ hovered beside him, offering its usual stream of updates.

"The raiders are secured, and the lab is already processing samples from the ants you discovered in the tunnel," NIM reported.

Victor rubbed his temple, feeling the exhaustion from the mission set in. "Good. And the scrap metal?"

"All collected and repurposed for Vault operations. Your resource management skills are impeccable, sir."

Victor chuckled. "Thanks, NIM. I couldn't have done it without your help."

"Always a pleasure to assist, sir."

As Victor made his way back to his quarters, he felt the weight of the night's events settle on him. He collapsed onto his bed.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, sir. Rest well."

And with that, Victor allowed himself to drift into sleep, in the safety of the vault.