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"There's a scrap shop on the fourth floor, place called Orson's Junktown. Go there and tell himm that Lawrence sent you, he'll buy whatever it is you're selling if you do. Now go on." Lawrence, who stays at the door when Vor walks in, replies. Inside the Sky Citadel, it's what rush hour looks like: men and women, all dressed in power armor or scribe outfits, running back and fourth to get things done. Before the Enclave came back into the picture, it was calm and you could walk at least twenty feet before someone walks by you, but this... This is just madness!

Anyhow, should Vor head up to the fourth floor, she would see a variety of shops, all most likely run by 'civilians' as the Brotherhood would call them. There were restaurants, weapon traders, tailors... You name it, there was a store that sold it. After a few minutes of wandering, she comes to a counter with a neon sign plastered onto scrap metal that hung from the ceiling and stopped a few feet above the counter: "ORSON'S JUNKTOWN!" The second 'o' and the last three letters of Junktown were dead, and the first 's' was flickering. A plump man, with a long face and shaved hair, sits behind the counter, reading a magazine entitled 'Playboy'.