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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 33: The Remote Connection and New Responsibilities

Vault 101 Atrium

September 26, 2274 - 

During his morning exercise he found Ellen doing yoga alone, and didn't know where her group was. He tried his best to appear invisible, doing his sets in the corner. 

After his exercise he found himself alone in the hall, went to the shower room, undressed himself, wrapped a towel around and went to a stall. While enjoying his shower he heard someone entering the room, coming towards the shower stall, ignoring the sound, he continued his shower.

Shutting off the shower, when he turned he found Ellen leaning over the stall door watching him with a smile on her face. " You have been ignoring me." with a resentful voice said Ellen.

Reaching out for his towel, " Nothing like that, just busy with work." Victor stammeringly said while turning around.

When done wrapping the towel Victor turned back only to find Ellen inside the stall naked. "What the…. are you doing?" Victor got flustered with an arousing scene in front of him.

Ignoring his response Ellen directly went for his towel, while giving him little push towards the shower. "Stop wasting time, I want something and you're gonna give me that." with a dommering voice.

Stroking his hard member while on the other hand feeling his muscular chest, went for his lips.

Her lips sealed all his resistance, his arm went around her hip pulling her closer.

While they were enjoying and feeling each other, the sound of footsteps came from outside. "Someone's coming." Victor said. 

Victor and Ellen hurriedly took their clothes. "This way." Victor pulled Ellen towards the bathroom stall. Their hearts were beating wildly and relaxed a little in the bathroom stall. 

Footsteps were getting closer as victor listened intently, while leaning on the door. He felt a soft and wet feeling on his member, looked down to find Ellen on her knees giving him blowjob. He didn't know what to do. The thought of getting caught his senses were already heightened and the blowjob made him an unknown sensation.

Sound of footsteps went away, Victor decided to enjoy the moment, sitting on the commode reaching for her hair he pushed his member into new depths. Slowly he increased the momentum giving her a face fuck. 

"Umm...gllupppp..glp." They tried their best to not make any sound while searching for new boundaries.

Minutes passed while they were engrossed into each other. Ellen, who was already gagging, had a red face, teary eyes. Victor got excited seeing her felt his member throbbing and shoved more with increased intensity. " ahmm." Victor moaned as he poured himself down her throat. 

When Ellen regained her senses, He got up and changed his clothes. "We can't do this now, otherwise we'll get caught. Which will be bad for both of us." Said Victor.

"Bastard only thinking about yourself." Ellen said angrily.

Victor reached out and gave her a deep kiss. "We'll plan next time, I'll make sure that you will enjoy it as much." said Victor as he made his way towards the door. 

Victor woke up from stupor with a sense of accomplishment, and went on with his work causally. 

The previous day had been a significant milestone—he had successfully installed a transmission module in his Pip-Boy, enabling him to manage his hidden lab remotely. Now, he no longer needed to physically visit the lab to give instructions or check on progress. All operations, reports, and next steps could be handled with a simple command from his Pip-Boy. This newfound efficiency allowed him to focus more on his other responsibilities within the Vault.

Vault 101 - Medical Department

As usual, Victor made his way to the medical department. Today, however, was different—his father was present, standing beside Jonas as they discussed the ongoing experiments. The sight of his father brought a sense of warmth and pride. He knew how much his father's work meant to him, and being able to participate in these experiments felt like a huge step forward.

When Victor entered the room, Jonas greeted him with a smile. "Good morning, Victor. Your timing is perfect. We were just discussing some of the experiments we've been working on."

James, his father, nodded in agreement. "Jonas and I have been reviewing your progress, and we're both impressed. From today onward, you'll be officially assisting us in the lab."

Victor's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Dad. I won't let you down."

James placed a hand on Victor's shoulder. "I know you won't. We've got a lot of work ahead of us, so let's get started."

Jonas handed Victor a clipboard with the day's assignments. "We're focusing on the effects of Stimpaks on the body today. You'll be working with various tissue and blood samples to test the performance of both standard and experimental Stimpaks. Your job is to record your observations meticulously."

Victor glanced at the clipboard, noting the details of each experiment. "Understood. I'll start right away."

Throughout the day, Victor immersed himself in the experiments. He carefully administered the Stimpaks to the samples, observing and recording every reaction. The experimental Stimpaks were particularly intriguing, as their effects were unknown. Victor took detailed notes, ensuring that every variable was accounted for.

Jonas occasionally checked in on Victor's progress. "How's it going, Victor? Everything under control?"

Victor looked up from his work, nodding. "Yes, Jonas. I've documented all the reactions so far. The experimental Stimpaks are showing some results, this is really fascinating, but it's too early to draw any conclusions."

"Good," Jonas replied with a smile. "Keep it up. Your attention to detail is exactly what we need."

By the evening, Victor had completed his assigned tasks. He submitted his logs and headed to the canteen, eager to unwind and catch up with his friends. As he walked through the corridors of the Vault, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Today was a good day.

Vault 101 Kitchen-canteen area 

When he arrived at the canteen, he spotted his friends at their usual table. Butch, Susie, and the rest of the gang looked tired, Victor approached them with a small bag in hand.

"What's that you got there, Victor?" Butch asked, eyeing the bag curiously.

Victor grinned as he sat down. "Just something I made yesterday—fruit candies. Thought you guys might like to try them."

He opened the bag, revealing an assortment of colorful candies, each made from different fruits. He handed them out, watching as his friends eagerly unwrapped and tasted them.

"Wow, these are amazing!" Susie exclaimed, savoring the sweet flavor. "How'd you make these?"

Victor chuckled. "Just a little experiment with some of the fruits I had. I'm glad you like them."

Butch, who was already on his second candy, gave Victor a thumbs up. "These are awesome, Victor. You should definitely make more!"

Looking at their faces lit up with new flavors, he felt content.

Seeing the joy on his friends' faces made Victor feel a deep sense of satisfaction. It was moments like these that made all his hard work worthwhile. "I'll make sure to bring more next time," he promised.

After spending some time with his friends, Victor returned to his room. The day had been long, but fulfilling. He sat at his desk, reviewing the reports from his personal lab. Unfortunately, there have been no significant breakthroughs today. He knew that progress often came in small steps.

He issued a few commands through his Pip-Boy, instructing AZ to begin assembling a plasma excavation gun. "We'll need this for future operations," Victor murmured to himself. "But for now, we'll have to wait for results on the sensor module to come."

As a final task before bed, Victor transferred his medical assignments to NIM, asking the AI to run simulations on the data he had collected today. With everything in order, he stretched out on his bed, feeling the weight of the day's accomplishments settling in.

"There's so much to do," he thought to himself as his eyes grew heavy. But it was a good kind of exhaustion—the kind that came from knowing that he was making a difference, one step at a time.

And with that, Victor drifted off to sleep.