Fallout 4: Rebirth At Vault 81

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He turned back to Preston and Sarah. "Lock 'em up. We're gonna make sure this is the last time someone tries pulling this kind of shit on our watch."

Preston nodded, his expression grim as he turned away. He gestured to a few Minutemen standing nearby. "Get these two to the Diamond City Security office. Make sure they're locked up tight—no chances for escape or funny business."

The soldiers moved quickly, securing Morris and the other man in restraints. Morris didn't resist, just held his head high with a bitter scowl, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack. The other guy, though, looked terrified, his eyes darting around like he was hoping for some kind of last-minute rescue that wasn't coming.

As the Minutemen hauled them off, Sico exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Well, that's one problem dealt with," he muttered, but his tone was far from relieved.

Sturges let out a low whistle. "Ain't that somethin'. One man's bruised ego damn near put the whole city in danger." He shook his head. "Never fails to amaze me what folks'll do when they feel like the world owes 'em somethin'."

"Yeah," Sarah muttered, crossing her arms. "I just wish we caught this sooner. If the wall had come down before we figured it out…" She trailed off, but they all knew what she meant.

Sico ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts churning. "We need to make sure this doesn't happen again. If Morris had people working with him, there could be more out there who think like he does. We need to root them out before they cause any more damage."

Preston returned from giving orders and nodded. "Agreed. First step is making sure the Security office knows exactly what happened. Once Morris and his guy are locked up, we'll interrogate them properly. See if they were working alone or if there's more to this mess."

Sarah cracked her knuckles. "Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure they talk."

Sico smirked but didn't comment. Instead, he turned back toward the wall, watching the workers continue their repairs. The damage had been bad, but it could've been worse. They caught it in time—this time.

He wasn't about to let something like this slip past them again.

The walk back to the Diamond City Security office was tense, the air thick with an unspoken tension that weighed heavy on everyone's shoulders. The Minutemen escorting Morris and his accomplice stayed alert, rifles in hand, eyes scanning the streets for any sign of trouble.

Morris, despite being shackled, walked like he still had some sort of authority, his chin high, his eyes forward. He didn't look scared, didn't even seem worried about what was coming next.

The other guy? He was sweating bullets. His eyes flicked between the guards, the streets, and the people watching from a distance.

Diamond City citizens had gathered along the way, whispering among themselves, pointing at the prisoners. Word traveled fast in a place like this.

"Isn't that Morris?" someone muttered.

"What the hell did he do?" another voice asked.

"Minutemen caught him sneakin' around the wall," a third person said, shaking their head. "Guess he was up to no good."

The murmurs only grew as they approached the Security office. The Minutemen pushed open the heavy doors, leading the prisoners inside.

The Diamond City Security Chief, a grizzled man named Officer Hanley, looked up from his desk as the group entered. He raised an eyebrow. "The hell's this?"

Preston stepped forward. "Treason, sabotage, conspiracy—you name it, Morris probably did it."

Hanley sat back, his expression darkening. "Well, well, well. You were always a piece of work, Morris, but I didn't think you were this stupid."

Morris smirked. "You're welcome, Hanley. Now you actually get to do your damn job."

Hanley's jaw tightened, but he didn't take the bait. Instead, he turned to Preston. "Put 'em in the cells. I'll handle the paperwork."

The Minutemen dragged Morris and his accomplice toward the holding cells in the back. The metal bars clanked shut behind them, sealing them in.

Sico stepped up to the bars, looking Morris dead in the eye. "You lost," he said simply. "And whatever the hell you thought you were gonna get out of this? It's over."

Morris let out a heavy sigh, the weight of his situation settling over him like a thick blanket. His once-defiant posture slumped just a little, the bravado he'd been clinging to finally starting to crack. He leaned back against the cold metal bars, rubbing his wrists where the cuffs had chafed against his skin.

"You happy now, Sico?" he muttered, his voice low and laced with exhaustion. "You got me. I lost. No need to rub it in."

Sico didn't blink. "I don't give a damn about rubbing it in. I care about making sure no one else tries pulling the same shit you just did."

Morris exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "There ain't anyone else."

Preston narrowed his eyes. "You expect us to believe that?"

Morris let out a dry chuckle, his eyes drifting up to the ceiling. "Believe what you want, cowboy. But it's the truth. This was all me."

Sico studied him for a moment, looking for any sign of deception. "You planned all of this alone?"

Morris shrugged. "You think I don't know this city better than anyone? I know its cracks, its weak points, all the little things folks turn a blind eye to. I didn't need backup. I knew exactly where to hit to make you look weak, to make the people question if they really needed the Minutemen here."

Hanley scoffed. "And what, you figured once the city turned against 'em, you'd just stroll back in and take over?"

Morris smirked, but there was no humor in it. "Something like that."

Sico shook his head. "All because you lost a promotion. You risked people's lives over your own damn pride."

Morris' smirk faltered, but he didn't answer.

Sarah leaned against the bars, arms crossed. "I don't buy it. A guy like you? You've got connections. Someone had to know what you were up to."

Morris turned his head, meeting her gaze. "If they did, they didn't help. This was my call. My plan. My mistake." His voice was flat, resigned.

Silence settled over the room for a moment.

Sico exchanged a glance with Preston. It was clear Morris wasn't lying—at least, not about this. He really had acted alone.

Preston let out a breath, rubbing his temples. "Well, that makes things easier, at least." He turned to Hanley. "You'll keep him locked up until we figure out what to do with him?"

Hanley gave a slow nod. "Yeah. I'll have the mayor look over the charges, but there ain't a world where he walks free after this."

Sico looked back at Morris. "Enjoy the cell, then." He turned, ready to leave, but Morris' voice stopped him.

"Hey, Sico."

Sico turned his head slightly but didn't fully face him.

Morris let out another heavy sigh, shaking his head. "I don't regret wantin' my job back. But… maybe I regret how I went about it." His eyes flickered with something almost like remorse, but it was buried deep under layers of resentment. "Not that it matters now."

Sico didn't respond. He just walked out, Preston and Sarah following close behind.

Back outside, the air was crisp, and the streets were still buzzing with people whispering about what had just happened. The news was spreading fast.

Sturges was waiting near the entrance, arms crossed over his chest. "So? That's it? He really did it all on his own?"

"Yeah," Preston muttered. "Idiot thought he could tear us down all by himself."

Sturges shook his head. "Hell of a thing. Man must've been eatin' his own bitterness for years to pull somethin' like that."

Sico exhaled through his nose. "We'll put out feelers, make sure no one else is thinking about trying something similar. But for now, this is over."

Sarah rolled her shoulders. "Still doesn't sit right with me. I get that he was pissed off, but sabotage? That's a hell of a leap."

Sico nodded. "People do stupid things when they feel like they've been wronged."

"Yeah, well," Sturges said, scratching his chin. "Let's just hope we don't have more folks with bruised egos lookin' to make a point."

Sico didn't answer. He just looked out over the city, the skyline of Diamond City stretching before him. The wall repairs would continue, the people would move on, and life would keep going.

But he knew this wouldn't be the last time someone tried to shake things up.

Sico took a deep breath, letting the tension of the situation settle. Morris was locked up, and for now, Diamond City was safe. But just as he was about to take a moment to himself, a Minuteman soldier jogged up to him, looking slightly out of breath.

"General," the soldier said, giving a quick salute. "Piper just got back with the supply truck from Bunker Hill and Goodneighbor. She's waiting near the gate."

Sico nodded, feeling some of the weight on his shoulders lighten. This was good news—especially after the mess with Morris. "Alright, I'll head over. Thanks."

The soldier nodded and stepped back as Sico turned to Preston and Sarah. "You two coming?"

Sarah cracked her neck. "Hell yeah. After all this drama, I wanna hear how things went outside the city."

Preston smirked. "And I wouldn't mind seeing what kind of haul she brought back."

The three of them made their way through the bustling streets of Diamond City, past merchants hawking their wares and citizens still murmuring about Morris' arrest. The city never really stood still, and that was both a blessing and a curse.

By the time they reached the main gate, the sight of a large, well-worn truck filled with crates of medical supplies was enough to bring a small smile to Sico's face.

Piper leaned against the side of the truck, arms crossed, a cocky grin on her face. Her brown leather duster was a little dustier than usual, and her newsboy cap was tilted slightly, but she looked pleased with herself.

"Thought you were gonna leave me standing here all day," she teased.

Sico chuckled. "You show up late and expect me to be waiting?"

Piper scoffed. "Late? Do you know how much bartering I had to do to get all this? Between the damn chem dealers in Goodneighbor and the traders in Bunker Hill, I had to work my ass off." She gestured at the truck. "But hey, I got what you asked for."

Sico stepped closer, peering at the crates in the back. "Everything we needed?"

"More or less," Piper said, brushing off some dirt from her sleeve. "Bunker Hill had a decent supply of bandages, antibiotics, and some chems that Sturges said could come in handy. Goodneighbor was tougher. Hancock deputy Fahrenheit gave us a fair deal, but the prices were higher than I'd like."

Preston whistled. "That's Hancock deputy Fahrenheit for ya. Fair, but never cheap."

Piper nodded. "Yeah, well, at least we didn't get ripped off. Had to do a little sweet-talking, but I made it work."

Sarah smirked. "Sweet-talking, huh? That's what we're calling it now?"

Piper rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. I wasn't that charming. Just persuasive."

Sico chuckled before turning serious. "Any trouble on the way back?"

Piper's expression darkened slightly. "Couple of run-ins. Raiders tried to shake us down outside of Goodneighbor, but the soldiers with me made quick work of them. Nothing major, but it's getting worse out there. More desperate folks looking to take what they can."

Sico nodded, filing that information away for later. "Alright. Let's get this stuff unloaded and distributed."

Piper clapped her hands. "Finally! I was starting to think I'd have to sleep in the truck."

With the help of the Minutemen, they started unloading the supplies. The crates were carefully carried into Diamond City's medical storage area, where Doc Sun and the rest of the city's medical staff would sort and distribute them as needed.

As the last of the supplies were moved, Sico turned back to Piper. "Good work, Piper. This'll go a long way in keeping people safe."

Piper gave a mock salute. "All in a day's work for your friendly neighborhood reporter-turned-supply-runner."

Sico watched as the last of the crates were carefully stacked inside Diamond City's medical storage. The Minutemen worked efficiently, making sure everything was placed where it needed to be. With the supplies safely unloaded, he turned toward the clinic, knowing there was still one more thing to check.

"Gonna see if Doc Sun thinks this'll be enough," he muttered, mostly to himself.

Preston gave a nod. "I'll stick around here and make sure everything gets sorted properly."

Piper stretched her arms over her head. "I'm gonna grab a drink after this. You need me, I'll be at the Dugout Inn."

Sico smirked. "Figures."

Piper shot him a wink before turning away, and Sico made his way toward the small clinic tucked away in the market.

The inside of the clinic smelled faintly of antiseptic and old wood, and despite the chaos outside, it was quiet—almost eerily so. Doc Sun stood behind the counter, carefully inspecting a clipboard filled with notes. The doctor barely looked up as Sico stepped inside.

"Let me guess," Sun said, flipping a page. "You want to know if the shipment will hold us over."

Sico leaned against the counter. "You know me too well."

Doc Sun let out a small sigh before setting the clipboard down. "Yes, General, the supplies are more than enough. We were running dangerously low on antibiotics, and those chems from Goodneighbor will help with some of the more… difficult patients."

Sico raised an eyebrow. "Difficult how?"

Sun shook his head. "Addicts, mostly. Jet withdrawals, psycho rages—you know how it is."

Sico frowned but nodded. The Commonwealth was full of people trying to escape reality through chems, and withdrawal could be just as dangerous as the drugs themselves.

"At least now you'll have what you need to treat them," Sico said.

"For now," Sun replied, rubbing his temples. "But you know as well as I do, General, that it's never enough. The next time we'll need a shipment could be sooner than we think."

Sico sighed. "Yeah, I know."

Doc Sun studied him for a moment, then added, "But for now, you did good. This will save lives."

That was something, at least. Sico straightened up. "Good. Let me know if anything changes."

Doc Sun nodded and turned back to his notes. Sico stepped out of the clinic, the weight on his shoulders easing just a little. But as he looked out over the market, he knew that peace never lasted long in the Commonwealth. There was always another fire to put out.

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• Name: Sico

• Stats :

S: 8,44

P: 7,44

E: 8,44

C: 8,44

I: 9,44

A: 7,45

L: 7

• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills

• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint.

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