Back to School!

After dealing with the 'escapees', it wasn't all that difficult to gain access to the terminal inside and alter which creatures would be introduced into the test. The Night Stalkers were regarded as 'Unusual Specimans', meaning whoever was running this place had no idea what they were.

All Afton had to do with swap the Cyberdog kennels with the Night Stalker ones, confusing the system and making it spit Night Stalkers into the test areas.

Hopefully, after Mobius is dead and everything else is finished, he'd be able to do something with the Cyberdogs.

With that he quickly returns to the terminal where he'd be able to access the test, he selects the basic test and is given a brief explanation over what his task was.

Apparently, he needed to retrieve three students files from three separate terminals, all the while fighting through the security systems that'd been set up. Afton wasn't sure how many tests he'd be forced to do before he could retrieve the Sonic Emitter upgrade, but hopefully it wouldn't take too long.

Of course, there was a way to fail the basic test... Death. But Afton wasn't planning on doing that anytime soon.

Once he'd selected the Basic Test, an alarm goes off and he can hear the room behind the metal door shifting, as if the test area was being moved around... He wondered if that was actually happening, or if some other mechanism was occurring... Moving rooms sounded pretty awesome to be honest, and Afton could imagine a whole manner of things he could do with them.

Once the sound of stone, concrete, and metal scraping around stopped, he entered the through the door. Finding himself in some sort of American highschool? The metal doors lock behind him with an audible *CLACK!*, but that isn't all... Borous seemed to have made some pre-recorded messages...

"ATTENTION STUDENTS! This is a pre-recorded voice of your pre-recorded principle!... Doctor Principle Borous!... You may know me as the head chief first researcher of labs Z-9 and Z-14. There I fought valiantly to preserve rattlesnake DNA and put it right back where it belongs, in the husk of another feared predator. Oh! And the tarantula hawk. Can't splice enough, I always say, especially if you can make a magnificent Cazador!"

Upon hearing this Afton didn't feel all that bad about guilt-tripping Borous now... He was obviously mentally unstable, enough so that he'd recreate the Highschool were he was presumably bullied. Borous' voice continues.

"Enough about ME! It has come to my attention that many of you SEEMINGLY innocent children have been subverted by Red Propaganda! This is a most serious matter, requiring the MOST serious of detentions! Can you spell detention? I'll tell you how I spell it: Deathtention. Commie-pinko-traitors, ALL!... Now I will send vicious Cybernetic cyberdogs through the corridors to weed all traitors out!"

Afton smirks, there wouldn't be any Cyberdogs here today. As Borous continues his diatribe against his school-time bullies from two-hundred-years ago, Afton looks around the room. Spotting various forcefields covering the place.

Most were covering trophy cases, and Afton was 'really' curious to see if they were made from actual gold, gold plated, or just useless trinkets. He wouldn't mind pocketing them after all was said and done... First he needed to acquire the Sonic Emitter upgrade though.

"Enemies approaching! I recommend approaching them aswell... To scare them off!" Nyx says, and Afton could already hear the rattle of the Night Stalkers tails.

As soon as the first creature stuck its head around the corner, it was blown off by That Gun, showering the hallway in blood and gore.

"NO LITTERING IN HALLWAYS! DEATHTENTION FOR YOU! More Cyberdogs!" Borous' pre-recorded voice exclaims, somehow detecting that he'd soiled the hallway...

[John Wick Style is in effect]

Panels in the walls open up and more Night Stalkers charge towards him. Afton draws Lucky in his other hand and just starts blasting... By the time his guns were empty there were twelve corpses at the door, despite the fact he only had a combined eleven bullets.

"Heh, now that's what I call a 'collateral'." he mutters as he rapidly reloads his weapons, finally stepping out of the room and coming face to face with a sentry turret. His eyes widen momentarily before he ducks backwards, avoiding the barrage of bullets that pepper the wall he was hiding behind.

Afton waited until the turret had stopped shooting, once there was a lull he retrieved his Anti-Material rifle from his back and quickly peeked up, delivering one shot to the turret and completely destroying it.

Once that was done Afton starts sneaking around the 'school' to find the various terminals. It was rather annoying to navigate about the place due to the impenetrable forcefields blocking access to various shortcuts. But he circled around and reached where he needed regardless.

The first terminal he accessed gave allowed Afton a glimpse into Borous' damaged psych... The information on the file he was supposed to retrieve was... Doctored, to say the least.

[Richie 'Ball-Lover' Marcus]

English : F-

Maths : F-

Science : F--

History : F-

"Well, I guess this is what happens if you horribly bully someone who eventually grows to become a mad scientist... They give you a bad report card..." he mutters.

Afton wonders if Borous would have retaliated more severely had his bullies not (most likely) died during the great war. The almost psychopathic experiments being conducted upstairs didn't give him much hope, to be honest.

Afton shakes his head and downloads the files, making his way to the next area to find the other terminals. Of course, it wouldn't be a 'proper' school experience without vicious Night Stalker attempting to tear you limb from limb, as well as the sentry turrets placed at every corner...

Afton idly wondered if American schools in the Fallout universe did actually have sentry turrets hidden around... It seemed paranoid enough to actually be realistic, the 'red-menace-threat' was supposedly big enough to scramble even Borous' brain, let alone any other American citizen.