Sticking out of a side of the mountain, a tall four story prewar building stood. Time had not been kind to this lonely building. The building was far enough away from any major prewar city that it was not hit by any of the bombs. This building had been abandoned just about time the bombs as the inhabitants headed for bomb shelters or the hills. This day under the hot sun of the wastelands, this lonely building stood alone and silent.

Rose Anew came up to this building. She looked around to see if any creature was around to observe her. Feeling she was not being observed, She took a knee and pulled out her map to make sure she was in the right place. Once confident she had made it to the right place, she put her map away and pulls out her 10 mm pistol. She crossed the parking lot in front of the building and goes to the front door. Checking once more to see that she was not being followed, she entered the building.

Rose went systematically from room to room. She was met with the old furnishings of a prewar office building and the occasional radroach. She was usually able to take a lethal shot on the bugs before the bug realized she was there. She made sure to pick up all the brass she expended killing those small monsters. Slowly, Rose made her way up floor to floor. There was not much of interest until she got to the fourth floor. Almost as soon as she got to the fourth floor, a Mr. handy bot floated towards her. It questioned her about her identity. Rose tried to answer but the robot got angry. Well, as angry as an emotionless robot can be, It told her to leave or be shot for trespassing. Rose might have tried to take it on if she did not hear the sound of second robot around the corner.

Rose retreated back down the stairs. The robot continues to pace back and forth as it protected its ancient post. Rose found a computer on a office desk that still worked. She pulled her rifle off my back and leaned it against the desk as she sat on an old chair. She set her rifle down on the desk before her. She began trying to hack into the computer system. The wall was behind her, there was no way to sneak up on her. Before her was three different ways to enter the room she was in. She kept an eye on all three. If needed she could use any one of them to escape.

"Hot! To damn hot!" Those words is spatted out in frustration. Willhelm has been traveling for a few days down after his last job at a small settlement. To be honest he is lost, something Will is quite use to. Once a old building sticking out from the side of a mountain came in view Will jumped in the air in happiness. Despite his training with the T-60, Willhelm could not bear being in the heat much longer.
Willhelm rushed to the old building once getting to the door he stopped and resting his hand onto his sword. While the thought of taking off his armor and resting in the shade was delightful to him.He knew that creatures can be lurking within this building, so he began to slowly creep through the rooms observing for any dangers.

As Willhelm made his way through the building, he could see the corpses of radroaches. It was clear they recently dead. Some legs still twitched on the bodies. There was no other motion until Wilhelm made his way to the third floor. As he entered the main area of the floor, there was a crashing sound on the far end of the room as a chair falls over onto the floor.

Rose noticed a person in power armor enter the room she was in. Immediately, she grabbed her rifle and ducked behind the desk. The desk was metal, it would stop some shots. She got up so fast she knocked over her chair. She quickly pointed her rifle at the power armored person. She braced her rifle on the top of the desk and aimed down the scope. She recognized the model of power armor. "Identify yourself!" She says loudly. "Do not think that antique of yours will protect you from my bullet!"

Willhelm quickly darts out of the room and flattens his back against the wall next to the room. Wait antique? He wanted to yell out in anger but he realizes that this is the middle of the wasteland and angering the wrong people is not a good idea. Instead he continues to keep his hand on his katana. Then says in a neutral but stern voice. "Hello , I do not mean any harm. I am a traveler and only came here to rest. " He kept his hand on his katana and waited for a response. He saw a rifle so if this becomes a fight it wont be a easy one if he can not get close.

Rose watched the entry to the room carefully through her scope. That was not the typical response of a member of the brotherhood of Steel. However, if this was a paladin from the brotherhood, he would have not tried to offer an excuse. He would have just lobbed in a plasma grenade and followed up with his laser rifle. Rose noted his reaction. She called out to him, "Well traveler, first three floors of this building are cleared. Fourth Floor is still trouble. You have some good armor. I think we could work out an arrangement."

Hmm the proposition seems good. What does she want here. He then say out loud "Alright I am going to step in do not shoot" He takes a step into the room with his hand in the air. He takes note of her and says "My name is Willhelm. I am a traveling mercenary. I am willing to help if their is something in it for me."

Rose watched carefully as the armored man entered the room. She slowly pulled away from her scope. She stood up showing the machete and laser pistol on her hips. She was in leather armor common with some of the more common mercenaries around the wastes. She picks her 10 mm pistol off the table and puts it back into its holster. She looks Wilhelm up and down, "Very uncommon, your armor. I have difficulty believing you are a travelling mercenary. Either way, we both have pasts. I do not care for a history lesson." She picked up her rifle and slowly walks around the table, "I need access to the top floor. There are at least two robots up there. I will give you 200 caps if you help me clear the top floor."

Willhelm is glade she did not pry into his past. The knowledge that he once was part of the Enclave could cause serious issues. Now two hundred bottle caps for two robots seem to good to be true. He walks over to the terminal hoping to see if he could see what she was doing on it. Once he gets closer he says "With the equipment you are carrying these must be some tough robots to have you asking for help. How about you give me a bit more information before I seal this deal?" He does not like going into situation blind, so getting as much information as possible is his best option.

From the screen of the terminal, it looked like she had been trying to access the server controlling the robots on the floor above. Possibly to shut them down. She made no effort to stop you from looking but she let him see her back. She turned to stay square to him. "The Bot guarding the front door will question you before attacking. It is a Mr. Handy military model. Flame thrower and Saw equipped. I heard another and what sounded like treads. Could be a brainbot. Are you aware of the piece of prewar tech known as Stealth boys? Well this is building was one of the headquaters for the company that was contracted to make them. Well, intel suggests they were at least up in the running to get the contract. The corporation is know for its ties to the prewar military. So, yeah pardon me if I do not want to rush head first in. Enough?"

He thought to himself. Well it does sound I can get some good caps out of this. He asks "Alright. Two more questions before I run head first into metal heads up there. One what is in it for me, and two is their any way you could shut off one of their weapons from here? Or have you already tried?" He would not mind the fight though. He been able to destroy enough robots in his time to know he could hold his own against two. He walks towards the stairs that leads up to the room with the robots Rose mentioned, to ready himself in case something happens.

Rose watched the armored man with cold eyes. Her eyes were like a dragon's looking at an inferior human. Coldly, yet politely she spoke, "I have already offered you 200 caps. That is generous given the amount of time it should take to disable the guards. Especially with that antique you are wearing. I am certain the Brotherhood would be interested in what I am looking for up there. If tech is what you want feel free to take whatever loot you find. As far as shutting the robots off from this terminal, I was in the process of that. The Terminal seems to lack administrator privileges needed to do anything on the floor above. You cannot hack those. It is on a completely different network than those robots."

Rose readied her rifle, did a little functions check, then spoke again, "You still want to help, Thinker? Do you have enough incentive? I am certain my shots can penetrate your armor, have not been able to test it in some time. If that is the kind of motivation you need, I am willing to provide it. You did happen to stumble upon my salvage operation."

Willhelm got a little agitated. This person is underestimating him. Right now he could draw his blade and lope off her head however that would be wrong since she has not done anything towards him. He says to her " Do not miss. Also I am not with the brotherhood. " He begins to step up to the room. His plan is to approach the robot hoping to get close before it begins to threaten to kill him. Who knows maybe he will get lucky and they will let him through. He is still on his guard in case they pull a fast one.

Rose followed Willhelm up the stairs. She said nothing and tried to stay out of the line of sight of the bots. When Wilhelm got to the top of the stairs, a floating Mr. Handy bot floated towards him. It spoke in its characteristically happy tone, "Greeting, Glourious American Soldier. We have not been visited by an official representative of our Glorious America for some time. You are overdue for the annual inspection by 243 years. Please provide Identification Passcode."

Rose watched as the Mr. Handy approach Willhelm through the scope of her rifle. The thought of shooting Wilhelm in the back did accure to her. If He was not a member of the brotherhood, she should eliminate him to keep the tech of power armor from spreading to the rest of the wastes. For now, she needed him. She took aim at the Mr. Handy.

Willhelm was some what confused. He understood that this power suit was based on old pre war tech, but a annual inspection? He will have to ask Rose about this information. Maybe he could persuade (since I am skilled with it) the robot to allow Rose and him through. Hmm it is worth a shot. Willhelm stood tall and proud then says in a patriotic sounding voice. "Greetings to you too fine sir. I am here upon request to inspect this facility as we have not been here for some time. Just by the look of things you done your country proud in protecting this facility. Now as for my identification Passcode I am sad to that I forgot it. If you think that I am a enemy then just think logically about it. Now how could our enemy even think about coming to such a fine protected base and even comprehend fighting against two of our Glorious American made military Robots?" Then he stops to see the robot reply. If it works he will be relieved but if it fails, he will swing and hopefully catch it by surprise.

The Mr. Handy Bot spun its arms around. It pointed its flame throwers at Wilhelm. "Incorrect Passcode." The bot said in a robotic tone. "I must eliminate you, you Chinese Communist Spy!" BANG! a shot rang out. A shot from Rose's rifle. The bullet impacted the bot sending it spinning backwards. As the Bot spun backwards from the momentum of the shot, it spewed Fire from its weapon. It impacted the wall on the side of the narrow hall, but it remained hovering. It quickly began to regain its fighting stance.

Rose moved further up the steps quickly. She layed her weapon down on the floor to steady her aim as She used the decline of the stairs to hid her sillotte. Thus providing a smaller silhouette. Hearing the sound of the shot, another robot rounded the corner at the far side of the hall. "Brain Bot at 12!" Rose shouted, "Possible equipment: energy weapons."

Rose shot gave Will some time. He was hoping to get passed this with no issue but that failed. Energy weapon can be bad but he need to take out the one in front of him right now. He draws out his blade and uses a stepping maneuver to get behind the Mr.Handy Bot. Putting it between and the Brain Bot. He then strikes at the Mr.Handy robot hopping to cut off his flame thrower.

@Boss Muffin

The katana cut through the skinny arm of the Mr. Handy. The flamethrower falls to the ground with a soft thud. Fuel oozes out of the severed arm like blood from a severed limb. Mr Handy Spins to ready his saw for an attack and sprays the fuel out everywhere. It did not feel pain, so it could not react to the loss of its limb like a normal creature. Its AI brain merely stopped being able to read the existence of the flamethrower. The Mr. Handy bot attacked Willhelm with its saw. The saw was going to take a moment to penetrate the power armor.

Rose was slashed a bit by the fuel from the Mr. Handy. She paid it little mind. She was focused getting her aim on the brain bot at the end of the hall. The brain bot did not seem to notice her. She was presenting a small target as she laid prone on the stairs. The Brain bot targeted Willhelm and a flash of a lazer erupted from its hands. The laser mistakenly struck the Mr. Handy. Rose unleashed a shot into the glass head of the brainbot. Her bullet bounced off the brain bot's glass leaving the glass badly cracked. Rose pulled hard on her bolt action to load the next round. She fired again. This time She broke the glass, but she missed the brain itself. Brain fluid began to flow out of the glass. The brain bot would die shortly, but it was still a threat.

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@MinervianGrey@Yorutenchi

Out of the scorched sands of the wastes, a old prewar building stood defiant to the whims of time and sand. This was a four story building hiding in the shadow of a small mountain. The nearest settlement is a two day walk from the nearest settlement. The building looked almost untouched even by the most daring of scavengers. This building had not seen visitors for some time until today. The sounds of Gunshots could be heard faintly outside coming from somewhere inside.

Mordred heard a faint gunshot in the distance and was forced to stop himself from hitting the dirt. Old habits die hard, and he had been guarding one too many a caravan that had been attacked by some lucky raider with a rundown anti-material rifle. He scanned the horizon carefully, seeing nothing more than a relatively harmless bloatfly in the distance before his eyes came to rest on the four story building standing, he thought, rather defiantly in the wastes. He thought for a moment before making his way at a slight jog towards the building. He had just reached the entrance to the lobby of the first floor when he heard 2 definite anti-material rounds go off in quick succession somewhere above his head, he was unable to guesstimate the floor. He shook his head and muttered under his breath,"What the hell is that guy shooting at that he needs 3 of those rounds to kill?" His Pip-Boy took him halfway to the answer by providing a name for the building it was in. His eyes widened and he retrieved his carbine from his back while taking to the stairs slowly but surely.

A gruff man by the name of Robert Black sits underneath the top part of a blown apart and abandoned car. The heat was rather intense and it was a good two days travel to his destination. Looking down at a small package he lights a cigarette and scratches his beard. Inside is a secret delivery item that has to make it to the next town. His work as courier depends on it. He had failed to deliver his last package and that cost him a lot of credibility. Granted he had made it there in time but felt that the package would be better suited for him than the band of bandits that had ordered it. His fond stroll down memory lane was interrupted by the all too familiar sounds of gunshots popping in the distance.
"What the-" he starts as he pulls out his binoculars to take a closer look.
Through them he spots a 4 story run down building. He catches glimpses of what is happening inside the 4th floor through the windows but can't get a clear picture of how many or even what was fighting.
"Better go check it out." He says under his breath as he gathers his guns. As he gatheres his items he picks up the package and hesitates for a moment. "Maybe... I shouldn't...bah!" shoving the package into his bag he threw responsibility to the wind. His curiosity had won over his work ethic.
Quickly he hops out of the car and starts a quick dash but begins to sneak as he gets closer. He notices another man who arrives just moments before him cautiously going into the front door. It looks as though he has remained undetected. Still attempting to remain stealthy he crouches and follows slowly up the stairs and remains out of sight.
Once he feels he is at a good spot he pulls out his silenced anti-material rifle and points it at Mordred just outside the 4th floor.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He says quietly but loudly enough for him to hear. "I just have a couple of questions. 1st, who are you. 2nd, what are you doing here? 3rd, do you know what's going on in there?"
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Mordred had made his way up 3 stories of the building before he began to hear a muffled conflict playing out above him, his Eyes Forward Sensor (EFS) below the compass his Pip-Boy had superimposed on his vision picked up 2 yellow and 2 red tabs moving about on the floor above him. He had noticed a gratuitous amount of deceased rad roaches on his way up the staircases, clearing the first hallway of each floor as he went. Clearly, whoever had entered the building and was now making all that ruckus had plenty of high caliber rounds to spare.

It was on the third floor when, while he did a quick re-check on his gear before heading up to the fourth floor, he heard the soft, unmistakable click of an anti-material rifle moving a round into the chamber. He froze, his already adrenaline filled heart began to beat faster as he turned slowly to face the new... not hostile? His EFS showed the stranger to be a friendly, but the man, clearly approaching 30 years old, had an anti-material rifle pointed at Mordred.

The man questioned Mordred, who swallowed his momentary shock and answered,"Uhm... my name is Mordred Smith, I am an employed caravan guard for Gun Runners, though I'm currently on leave for the next month or so, and I came here to investigate the whole gunshot serenade I'm sure you heard."

A loud thump from the floor above shook dust from the ceiling,"Friends of yours?"