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Duncan was looking into his father's icy blue eyes, something he’d only been able to do for about seven life years now. He’d found the old soldier rather intimidating for most of his life, many others probably had as well he imagined. He had a way about him; stern, serious and moving and talking in a way that demanded attention and respect. He didn’t fear him anymore, although even time hadn’t changed him much.

“You hear me Duncan? Whatever it is you might be shooting at, aim for center mass. It might be difficult at first but do your best not to flinch or jerk as you pull the trigger too.”

“I’ve got it dad, I must have read Guns and Bullets fifty something times.” Duncan smiled, his father’s face remained stern.

“Reading about combat and actually being in it are two very different things Duncan, you have to promise me you won’t hesitate out there.” The middle aged man spoke, his voice remaining calm but a brief flicker of something visible in his eyes. Worry maybe?

“I promise dad, I’ll be fine.” Duncan moved in and gave his father a tight hug. One of maybe a dozen throughout his life.

“You’ve grown into a great young man. Smart as hell and tough as nails. Like a Pip-Boy.” The old soldier spoke, letting out an uncharacteristic laugh. “Now say bye to your mother, the others should be waiting."

“Young!? I’m 85 years old.” Duncan smiled, letting go of his dad and turning to face his mom, tears rolling down her face.

“I thought when your father joined up with Vault-Tec that I’d never have to do this again.” She spoke tearfully, wrapping her arms tightly around her only child.

“I’m sorry mom.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re our son and not to brag or anything but that makes you one of the most capable people in this vault. Or in this world for that matter.” She said, smiling through her pain. “We love you Duncan.”

“I love you too.”

“One last thing before you’re off.” His father spoke, clearing his throat. “Take this, it saved my ass more than once in Anchorage. Hopefully you won't need it, but just in case you do. I’ve kept it in working order, so be careful. It’s almost as sharp as your mother.”

“Thanks pops. I’ll see you both when I see you.” He smiled, walking away and attaching the blade and sheath to his belt simultaneously, now fearing he was late he made his way quickly to the vault door.
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