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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 50: Settling In

December 1st, 2274

After her arrival in Megaton, Silver initially took up residence at Moriarty's Saloon. The lively, albeit chaotic, atmosphere of the saloon provided a temporary refuge and a convenient base to start her operations. Moriarty, the shrewd proprietor, welcomed her with a mixture of curiosity and guarded respect.

Moriarty: "Well, well, look who's come to grace my salon. You must be Silver. I hear you've got quite the setup for the folks around here."

Silver: "That's right. I'm looking to establish a more permanent presence in Megaton. For now, Moriarty's Saloon will do, but I'm considering purchasing a house."

Moriarty: "A house, eh? Real estate here is as scarce as water in the Megaton. But if you've got the caps, there might be options. I suggest you speak to a few locals—see if anyone's looking to sell or rent."

Taking Moriarty's advice, Silver spent the next few days getting to know Megaton and its residents. She inquired about available properties and their prices, aiming to find a suitable place that would serve as both a home base and a location for her business.

Silver: "I'm interested in purchasing a property in Megaton. Ideally, something with enough space for my operations. Do you know of any available houses?"

Lucy West, the town's friendly barmaid, suggested Silver speak to Mendel, a local who had recently mentioned he was looking to sell his house.

Lucy: "Mendel's place might be just what you're looking for. It's a bit off the beaten path but has plenty of space. I think he's thinking about selling."

Following Lucy's lead, Silver arranged to meet Mendel. The meeting took place in a modest, dusty house on the outskirts of Megaton.

Mendel: "So, you're interested in the house? It's not much, but it's got character. And space. I've been contemplating selling for a while now."

Silver: "I'm looking for something practical. A place where I can set up shop and live comfortably. What's the asking price?"

Mendel: "I'm asking for 1,500 caps. It's negotiable, but that's the starting point."

Silver considered the offer. The price was steep, but the property's potential and location made it a valuable investment. After a brief negotiation, she agreed to the terms and finalized the purchase.

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December 5th, 2274

With her new house secured, Silver began moving her operations from Moriarty's Saloon to her new residence. The house, located on the edge of Megaton, provided both privacy and convenience.

Her new home quickly became a bustling hub of activity. Silver set up her inventory and workshop, arranging her stock of RadAway, Rad-X, Stimpaks, 10mm pistols, hunting rifles, ammunition, blades and knives, and various armors. The cheerful Mr. Handy robot and Silly, the genetically enhanced guard dog, settled into their roles, ensuring smooth operations.

Silver's business expanded as her reputation grew. Her home became a go-to destination for wastelanders needing gear repairs and custom modifications. Her ability to provide high-quality goods and services solidified her position within the settlement.

Lucas Simms, the town sheriff, observed Silver's activities with a mix of approval and vigilance. Although he appreciated her contributions to Megaton, he remained cautious about maintaining security.

Simms: "Silver, you're got some skills. Just remember, Megaton has its own way of doing things. If you need any assistance or have concerns, don't hesitate to come by."

Silver: "Thank you, Sheriff. Everything's going smoothly so far."

Simms nodded, satisfied with her response.

Silver continued her covert tasks alongside her trading activities. She discreetly gathered information about trade routes and nearby settlements. Her interactions were carefully managed to avoid suspicion, and her collection of live animal and insect samples for the Vault was conducted with utmost discretion.

Victor (to NIM): "Ensure Silver's sample collection is done without drawing attention. Her role is critical, and we need these specimens for ongoing research."

NIM: "Understood. Surveillance is in place to monitor her activities and ensure everything remains covert."

someone may ask why not alcohol and drugs , its already wasteland out there what more do you need to destroy.

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