The night it's cold and dark and nobody walk for the lonely streets of the ghost town, the buildings have nearly lost any sign of be inhabited, the paint of the walls has begin to fall in small scales, the windows have cracks or are fallen to the ground and some roofs are now submitted to the element of weather. It’s hard believe what one up on a time where this streets were full of life and prosperity.
The silence of this massive tomb it is violated for the small sound of steps running between the dilapidated structures, like subtle shadows this emissaries of a remote past cross the darkness with agility. Finally they come to a very special ruin, a decrepit building of three floors, it’s wrecked structure was nearly to collapse, thanks to the immense damages of the structure.
The strange figures await in front of the building from where his relatively still intact façade what in his top in big letters was yet readable: Ashtown Town Hall
Finally the wait ended when the last figure come to the town square , making the group of a total of seven what decide enter to the wreck It Town hall for the principal door. The seven going down for long stairs and corridors to a special room in what in his door was written “Fallout Vault”
Nobody follows you-exclaim a feminine voice from the inside.
All the ways are abandoned, Anna-claim a full dressed human soldier with respect to the women.
You a young man dressed with a military uniform take the word- Miss Stendhal we finally find the perfect targets for our plan.
At the same time your friend, Alex, take a few of papers and photos and walk to the center of the room where a council of 12 persons was seated in chairs behind a large table. A old man took the papers and immediately start to distribute at the group what look it’s with great satisfaction.
Mr. Taylor, thanks again for your services-said the woem with great happiness- You and the men under your command are the greatest example of the Expedition Corp of the P.A.G. (Provisional American Government).
After the brief show of gratitude, a pair of soldiers, even more impressive that your goup orders you to leave immediately. Soon you are your pals go to the common room whre more of 30 men and women try to rest in the small space of a basement. You reaction is a great disappointment, you have risked your life thousands of times for the last 5 years and at your 23 years you are lieutenant of your squadron and still that damned bureaucrats tract you like a child.
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