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For the first time in two hundred years, the Commonwealth was beginning to reclaim the ocean.
The command room slowly returned to silence after the discussion.
Not an uncomfortable silence.
Just the quiet that followed when everyone in the room understood something important had shifted.
The ocean.
For two centuries it had been nothing more than a distant horizon. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Mostly ignored by the survivors of the Commonwealth.
Now it was becoming something else.
A frontier again.
Ronnie leaned both hands on the edge of the map table, staring at the cluster of red Brotherhood markers around Boston Airport.
Preston walked over beside her and looked at the same spot.
"They're gonna lose their minds when they realize someone's putting patrol boats in the water," he said.
Ronnie gave a quiet half-smile.
"Good."
Sarah remained standing near the window, arms folded as she looked out toward the harbor beyond the Castle walls.
In the distance, the water shimmered under the late afternoon sun.
A place that had once been silent.
Now potentially full of movement.
Sico stepped away from the table.
"Mel," he said.
Mel looked up from where he was leaning against the wall.
"Yes?"
"The prototype stays here."
Mel nodded immediately.
"That was the plan anyway."
Sico continued.
"Use it for stress testing. Reinforce weak points. Improve the range."
Mel crossed his arms thoughtfully.
"I've already got a list."
Sturges chuckled.
"That list started before the boat even touched water."
Mel shrugged.
"That's how engineering works."
Sico nodded.
"Good."
Then he turned slightly toward Preston.
"We leave tomorrow."
Preston straightened a bit.
"Back to Sanctuary?"
"Yes."
Sarah looked over from the window.
"Convoy schedule?"
"First light," Sico replied.
Ronnie nodded.
"I'll make sure the road scouts clear the route before you roll out."
Preston grinned.
"Appreciated."
The meeting slowly broke apart after that.
There wasn't much more to discuss for the day.
The boat factory would continue construction.
Mel and Sturges would keep refining the patrol vessel design.
The Castle would maintain patrol routes and watch the Brotherhood's movements.
Everyone had their responsibilities.
And everyone understood the stakes.
The Castle courtyard felt calmer as the sun dipped lower in the sky.
The convoy vehicles sat in neat rows now, their engines long since cooled.
Soldiers moved through the courtyard finishing routine maintenance checks.
Weapons cleaned.
Fuel levels inspected.
Armor plates tightened.
Preston stood near one of the Sentinel tanks watching the activity.
The massive armored vehicle looked like something pulled straight from an old pre-war battlefield.
He ran a hand along the steel plating.
"You know," he said quietly.
"This thing would've blown my mind when I first joined the Minutemen."
Sico stood beside him.
"How so?"
Preston chuckled softly.
"Back then we were lucky if we had enough ammo for a patrol."
He gestured around the courtyard.
"Now look at this."
Vehicles.
Soldiers.
Supply convoys.
Shipyards.
He shook his head slightly.
"Commonwealth's come a long way."
Sico didn't disagree.
But he said something different.
"We're still at the beginning."
Preston glanced at him.
"That's the scary part."
Across the courtyard, Sarah was speaking with Ronnie near the main gate.
They were reviewing patrol reports one last time before the convoy's departure.
Ronnie handed over a small bundle of papers.
"Route should stay clear through Lexington," she said.
"Scouts reported no raider movement along the highway."
Sarah nodded as she read through the report.
"Any Brotherhood aerial patrols?"
"None spotted today," Ronnie replied.
"But that doesn't mean they're not flying somewhere."
Sarah folded the papers neatly.
"We'll keep the convoy formation tight."
Ronnie nodded.
"You always do."
Not far away, Mel and Sturges were still standing beside the patrol boat prototype.
Several engineers were now inside the engine compartment examining the fuel lines.
Mel leaned over the side of the hull watching them work.
"Careful with that valve," he called.
"If you crack the seal, we'll be replacing the whole line."
One of the engineers nodded from inside the compartment.
"Got it."
Sturges leaned casually against a toolbox.
"You really not coming back to Sanctuary tomorrow?"
Mel shook his head.
"Not yet."
He looked down at the blueprint pages spread across the workbench.
"This thing can be better."
Sturges smirked.
"Of course it can."
Mel tapped the hull lightly.
"Range."
"Armor."
"Stability under recoil."
"There's still work to do."
Sturges chuckled.
"You're not gonna sleep tonight, are you?"
Mel smiled faintly.
"Probably not."
The sky above the Castle was still pale grey when the first convoy engines started.
Low mechanical rumbles echoed across the courtyard as drivers warmed up the vehicles.
Soldiers moved through the cool morning air checking straps, securing cargo, and loading final supply crates.
Preston stepped out of the command building just as the first hints of sunrise began coloring the eastern horizon.
He stretched his arms once, then looked around the courtyard.
"Looks like everyone's awake."
Sarah walked down the steps behind him.
"Convoy's nearly ready."
Sico exited the building moments later.
He glanced across the assembled vehicles.
Everything was already moving with practiced efficiency.
Soldiers climbed into transport trucks.
Tank crews checked their communications headsets.
Scout bikes waited near the front gate.
Ronnie approached them from the gatehouse.
"Road scouts reported back fifteen minutes ago."
She handed a folded map to Preston.
"Route is clear."
Preston opened it quickly.
"Lexington corridor?"
Ronnie nodded.
"All the way through."
Sico looked toward the vehicles again.
"Good."
Then he turned slightly toward the harbor.
From the top of the Castle walls, the ocean was visible beyond the shoreline.
Somewhere out there, the patrol boat prototype rested inside the shipyard facility they had just visited.
Mel and his engineers were already working again.
Trying to make it better.
Trying to make it stronger.
Trying to turn it into something that could change the future of the Commonwealth.
Sico spoke quietly.
"Mel staying?"
Ronnie nodded.
"He was already back at the factory before sunrise."
Preston chuckled.
"That doesn't surprise me."
Sarah added quietly,
"He won't stop until the design is perfect."
Sico gave a small nod.
"Good."
Across the courtyard, Sturges was standing beside a group of engineers who had come from the shipyard.
They had arrived early to report progress and deliver updated blueprint notes.
Mel himself wasn't with them.
He had stayed behind at the factory.
Exactly where he wanted to be.
Preston glanced toward the truck drivers.
"Alright," he said loudly.
"Let's get moving."
The convoy slowly began rolling toward the gate.
The trucks left first, engines buzzing as they sped down the road ahead.
Behind them came the Humvees.
Finally the Sentinel tanks.
The ground vibrated slightly as the heavy machines moved through the Castle gate and onto the road.
Ronnie stood beside the wall watching them leave.
Preston leaned slightly out of the passenger side of the lead truck as it passed her.
"Try not to let the place fall apart while we're gone."
Ronnie smirked.
"No promises."
The convoy disappeared down the coastal road.
Dust slowly rising behind the long line of vehicles.
The journey north felt quieter than the trip down.
Partly because everyone was tired.
Partly because everyone had a lot to think about.
Preston sat in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle watching the road ahead.
Ruined highways passed by slowly.
Collapsed buildings.
Old billboards half-buried in vines.
But something about the landscape felt different now.
Maybe it was hope.
Maybe it was momentum.
Or maybe it was just the knowledge that somewhere behind them, people were building ships again.
After about an hour of travel, Preston spoke.
"You really think the boats will change things?"
Sico answered without looking away from the road.
"Yes."
Sarah spoke from the back seat.
"Control of the water means control of trade routes."
Preston nodded slowly.
"Raiders won't like that."
"Neither will the Brotherhood," Sarah added.
The convoy rolled through the outskirts of Lexington as the sun climbed higher in the sky.
Several Freemasons patrols saluted as the vehicles passed.
By midday, the familiar rooftops of Sanctuary began appearing beyond the tree line.
Preston smiled slightly.
"Home."
The convoy crossed the old bridge and rolled into the settlement.
People paused from their daily work to watch the vehicles arrive.
Children ran alongside the road for a moment before guards gently guided them back.
The trucks came to a stop near the central square.
Sico stepped out first.
The air in Sanctuary felt calmer than the Castle.
Peaceful.
But busy.
Farmers worked the fields nearby.
Craftsmen repaired tools near the workshops.
Life moving forward.
Preston climbed down from the truck and stretched again.
"Good to be back."
Sarah looked around the settlement.
"Work never stops."
Sico nodded quietly.
"No."
The afternoon in Sanctuary carried the familiar rhythm of work.
Hammers striking wood.
Voices drifting between houses.
The low hum of generators somewhere behind the workshops.
Life moving forward the way it always did.
And inside the Freemasons Headquarters, work of a different kind continued.
Then one week later
The office door remained half open, letting the faint sounds of the settlement drift inside.
Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, cutting long golden shapes across the floor and over the stacks of paperwork covering Sico's desk.
There were a lot of stacks.
Supply manifests.
Patrol reports.
Construction progress updates.
Settlement requests.
Resource allocation charts.
And several thick folders tied with worn cloth strings that held something far more complicated than numbers.
Plans.
Long-term ones.
Sico leaned slightly forward in his chair, pen moving steadily across a document as he signed off on another requisition order.
Grain shipments from the western farms.
Approved.
His pen moved to the next paper.
A request for additional guard posts along the northern trade road.
Approved.
Another report.
This one thicker.
Settlement population numbers from Diamond City and several outer farming communities.
He paused slightly while reading.
More people moving into Freemasons-protected territory every week.
Some from smaller settlements that had collapsed.
Some from caravans that had decided they were done wandering the wasteland.
Stability attracted people.
That had always been true.
He finished reading the report and signed the bottom page.
Approved.
He placed the folder into the finished pile and leaned back slightly in his chair.
For a moment he just looked out the window.
Sanctuary stretched beyond the headquarters building.
Children ran between houses.
Farmers worked the rows of crops along the river.
A group of mechanics were repairing a transport truck near the workshop garage.
Order.
Structure.
Something the Commonwealth hadn't had much of in the past two centuries.
His gaze drifted toward the distant treeline to the east.
Somewhere far beyond that line stood the Castle.
And beyond the Castle.
The shipyard.
The first naval facility the Commonwealth had seen since the war.
He reached for another document.
Just as he did, the radio on the corner of his desk crackled suddenly.
Static filled the quiet office for a second.
Then a voice came through.
"Sanctuary command, this is Sturges. Come in."
Sico immediately reached for the receiver.
"Go ahead."
The signal crackled again briefly before stabilizing.
Sturges sounded slightly winded, like he had been walking quickly.
"Well… got some news for you."
Sico leaned back in his chair slightly.
"I'm listening."
A short pause came over the radio.
Then Sturges said something that made Sico stop writing completely.
"The boat factory's finished."
Sico blinked once.
"Repeat."
"The boat factory is officially finished," Sturges repeated, sounding almost a little amazed himself.
There was background noise behind his voice.
Metal clanging.
Workers shouting.
Machines moving.
The sounds of a large construction site.
But now those sounds meant something different.
Completion.
Sico set his pen down.
"How long ago?"
"About an hour," Sturges replied.
"We just installed the final structural panels on the roof and finished calibrating the crane systems."
He chuckled quietly over the radio.
"You should see this place now."
Sico could imagine it.
The massive steel skeleton they had walked through just a week earlier.
Now sealed.
Operational.
Ready.
Sturges continued.
"Rails are aligned."
"Launch ramp reinforced."
"Gantry cranes fully functional."
"Assembly floor cleared and ready for the first hull build."
He paused briefly.
Then added the part that mattered most.
"But we're gonna need workers."
Sico nodded slightly even though Sturges couldn't see him.
"Of course."
Sturges continued.
"Engine technicians."
"Welders."
"Assembly crews."
"Maintenance teams."
"Fuel handlers."
"Security."
"Pretty much everything you'd expect in a shipyard."
Sico thought for a moment.
"How many?"
Another short pause.
"At least sixty to start."
Sico leaned back further in his chair.
"That's manageable."
Sturges sounded relieved to hear that.
"Good."
Then he added with a slight laugh,
"Because the engineers here are about two days away from trying to run the whole place themselves."
Sico allowed a faint smile.
"Understood."
The radio crackled again slightly as the wind probably shifted near Sturges' transmitter.
"So yeah," Sturges said.
"Whenever you're ready… send the workers."
Sico picked the receiver back up firmly.
"Copy that."
The response was simple.
Clear.
"Workers will be organized and dispatched soon."
"Good," Sturges replied.
Then the engineer added one more thing before signing off.
"And Sico…"
"Yes."
"You were right."
Sico waited.
Sturges' voice softened slightly.
"This place is gonna change everything."
The radio went quiet.
Static faded.
The office returned to silence.
But now the silence felt different.
The shipyard was complete.
Which meant the next phase had officially begun.
Sico stood from his chair.
The paperwork could wait for a little while.
He grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and stepped out of the office.
The walk across Sanctuary didn't take long.
People greeted Sico as he passed through the settlement paths.
A few farmers gave respectful nods.
Two Freemason guards standing near the workshop entrance saluted briefly.
Children playing near the river waved enthusiastically.
Sanctuary had grown into something more than a settlement.
It was a functioning town now.
And at the center of that town stood one of the most important buildings in the entire Commonwealth.
Magnolia's administrative office.
If Sico handled strategy and leadership, Magnolia handled the people.
The door to her office stood open.
Inside, Magnolia sat behind a wide desk stacked with files and ledger books.
She looked up as Sico stepped inside.
"Well," she said with a small smile.
"This must be important."
Sico closed the door behind him.
"It is."
Magnolia leaned back slightly in her chair.
"Alright."
She folded her hands calmly on the desk.
"What happened?"
Sico didn't waste time.
"The boat factory is finished."
Magnolia blinked once.
"That was fast."
"Construction teams worked around the clock."
Magnolia nodded slowly.
"That sounds like Sturges."
Sico stepped closer to the desk.
"We need workers."
Magnolia tilted her head slightly.
"For the shipyard?"
"Yes."
She immediately reached for one of the blank notepads beside her ledger books.
"How many?"
"At least sixty."
Magnolia's eyebrows rose slightly.
"That's not a small workforce."
"No."
She began writing quickly.
"Skilled labor?"
"Partially," Sico replied.
"Engine technicians."
"Metal workers."
"Mechanical maintenance crews."
"General labor teams."
Magnolia nodded while writing.
"And security?"
"Already handled by Castle forces."
Magnolia continued jotting notes.
"What about location logistics?"
Sico answered calmly.
"The factory is beside the Castle."
Magnolia paused her writing.
"So the workers will need to relocate there."
"Yes."
She looked up at him.
"That's going to limit recruitment."
Sico nodded slightly.
"I know."
Sanctuary residents had homes.
Families.
Farms.
Not everyone would be willing to relocate.
Magnolia tapped the pen thoughtfully against the desk.
"We'll need volunteers."
"Exactly."
Magnolia looked toward the large settlement map pinned on the wall behind her desk.
Then back to Sico.
"You want me to start recruitment immediately."
"Yes."
She nodded slowly.
"Alright."
Then she began outlining the plan out loud as she wrote.
"First we announce the positions across all Freemason settlements."
"Sanctuary."
"Diamond City."
"The northern farms."
"The coastal villages."
Sico listened quietly.
Magnolia continued.
"Workers who volunteer will be relocated near the Castle."
She wrote a few more notes.
"We'll need housing units ready before they arrive."
Sico replied calmly.
"Castle construction crews can handle that."
Magnolia nodded.
"Food supply?"
"Already stable."
She continued writing.
"Transportation?"
"Convoys."
Magnolia finished the list and set the pen down.
Then she looked up again.
"You realize what this means."
Sico already knew.
"The Commonwealth's first industrial workforce."
Magnolia nodded slowly.
"And once people see ships being built…"
She leaned back slightly.
"More workers will come."
Sico agreed.
"Yes."
Magnolia smiled faintly.
"Alright then."
She stood from her chair.
"I'll start recruitment announcements today."
Then she added one more thing.
"People are going to be excited about this."
Sico walked toward the door.
"Good."
Magnolia called after him.
"Sico."
He stopped and looked back.
"Yes."
She smiled slightly.
"You're building something bigger than a navy."
Sico considered that for a moment.
Then replied quietly.
"We're rebuilding civilization."
Sico stepped out of Magnolia's office and closed the door quietly behind him.
For a moment he remained standing in the hallway, listening to the familiar sounds of Sanctuary continuing outside.
Boots on wooden floors.
Voices drifting through open windows.
Somewhere down the corridor, a clerk argued softly with a quartermaster about supply ledgers.
Life moving forward.
But now there was something new moving beneath the surface of that routine.
Momentum.
The shipyard was finished.
And Magnolia had just begun setting the wheels in motion.
Magnolia didn't waste time.
By the end of that afternoon, the first notices were already being written and copied.
Not flashy posters.
Not propaganda.
Just clear, practical announcements written in Magnolia's careful handwriting before being copied by clerks and runners.
Each notice carried the same message.
Freemasons Industrial Recruitment Notice
Workers needed for new naval construction facility located beside the Castle.
Positions include:
• Metal workers
• Welders
• Engine technicians
• Mechanical maintenance teams
• General assembly labor
Housing provided.
Food rations guaranteed.
Salary issued through Freemasons Treasury.
Volunteers willing to relocate encouraged to apply.
Magnolia personally oversaw the distribution.
Runners carried the notices first across Sanctuary itself.
Then to the outer farms.
Then along the caravan routes.
Within two days the announcements reached Diamond City.
By the fourth day they had spread to the northern farming settlements and coastal communities.
And just like Magnolia predicted, people were interested.
Very interested.
The idea of steady work alone drew attention.
But the idea of building ships?
That stirred something deeper.
The ocean had been ignored for generations.
Dangerous.
Unpredictable.
A place most settlers simply avoided.
But the Freemasons turning it into an industry?
That meant opportunity.
Trade.
Protection.
Expansion.
The recruitment office inside Sanctuary began seeing visitors almost immediately.
Some arrived curious.
Some arrived skeptical.
Some arrived hopeful.
Magnolia handled each one personally during the first few days.
A tall fisherman from Nahant Harbor stood in front of her desk one morning.
"You're serious about boats?" he asked.
Magnolia nodded.
"Very."
He scratched his beard thoughtfully.
"Haven't seen anyone try that since… well… ever."
"We're trying now," Magnolia replied calmly.
The man looked at the recruitment notice again.
"Metal work, huh?"
Magnolia studied him.
"You worked on boats before the war?"
"Dock repairs mostly. Hull patching. Propeller mounts."
Magnolia slid a form across the desk.
"Fill this out."
He blinked slightly.
"That's it?"
"For now."
He sat down immediately.
Later that same afternoon, a young mechanic from Diamond City walked into the office.
"I heard you need engine techs."
Magnolia nodded.
"We do."
"What kind of engines?"
"Marine propulsion systems."
He raised an eyebrow.
"You've got marine engines?"
"Sturges built the first ones himself."
That answer alone convinced him.
A few days later, an older woman from one of the northern farms arrived.
She carried a toolbox.
Magnolia noticed immediately.
"You bring that everywhere?"
The woman nodded.
"Been fixing machines since before most of these kids were born."
Magnolia gestured to the chair.
"Let's talk."
As the days passed, the recruitment process became more structured.
Magnolia wasn't just looking for bodies to fill positions.
She needed the right people.
The shipyard wasn't a farm.
One mistake in metal welding could compromise an entire hull.
One mechanical failure could destroy an engine assembly.
So the process became careful.
Interviews.
Skill demonstrations.
Background checks with local settlement leaders.
And occasionally, quiet conversations with Preston's patrol units to make sure no raiders or spies slipped through the process.
Magnolia ran the entire operation like a well-oiled machine.
Assistants recorded names.
Clerks organized files.
Messengers carried updates between settlements.
At night, Magnolia sat alone in her office reviewing every candidate personally.
One night she looked up from a stack of files as a clerk brought another batch.
"More already?" she asked.
The clerk nodded.
"Diamond City sent another twenty applicants."
Magnolia rubbed her temples slightly.
"Alright."
She took the stack.
"Let's see what we've got."
By the end of the first week, Magnolia had interviewed over one hundred people.
Not all of them qualified.
Some lacked the necessary skills.
Some couldn't relocate.
Some simply changed their minds after realizing the shipyard sat beside the Castle, close to potential Brotherhood conflict zones.
But many stayed.
By the tenth day Magnolia had narrowed the list down.
She spread the final candidate files across her desk.
Welders.
Mechanics.
Metalworkers.
Engine specialists.
General labor teams.
She counted the final number carefully.
Sixty-four.
More than enough to begin.
She leaned back in her chair and allowed herself a small satisfied smile.
Then she wrote the final confirmation document.
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Magnolia Reports to Sico
The next morning Magnolia walked into Freemasons Headquarters carrying a thick folder.
She found Sico in his office again.
Right where he usually was.
Paperwork.
Reports.
Maps.
Strategy notes.
She knocked lightly on the open door.
"You've got workers."
Sico looked up.
"How many?"
"Sixty-four."
His expression remained calm.
But Magnolia noticed the faint approval in his eyes.
"Better than expected."
She placed the folder on his desk.
"Skill breakdown is inside."
Sico opened the folder and flipped through the pages.
Magnolia summarized while he read.
"Eight engine technicians."
"Twelve welders."
"Ten mechanical maintenance specialists."
"Several metal workers."
"And the rest general labor crews."
Sico nodded slowly.
"That will work."
Magnolia crossed her arms slightly.
"They're ready to move whenever transportation is arranged."
Sico closed the folder.
Then he stood.
"I'll speak with Preston."
Preston was in the training yard behind headquarters when Sico found him.
The General stood watching a group of new recruits practicing formation drills.
"Left flank tighten!" Preston shouted.
The recruits shuffled awkwardly.
Still learning.
Still trying.
Sico approached quietly until the drill paused.
Preston turned when he noticed him.
"Everything alright?"
Sico handed him Magnolia's folder.
"Workers are ready."
Preston opened it quickly, scanning the list.
"That's a lot of people."
"Sixty-four."
Preston nodded.
"Alright."
He closed the folder.
"When do we move them?"
"As soon as possible."
Preston thought for a moment.
"Convoy's gonna be necessary."
Sico waited.
Preston began outlining the logistics automatically.
"Three transport trucks should handle the workers."
"Three Humvees for escort."
"Twenty soldiers minimum."
"Road scouts ahead of the convoy."
"Standard convoy formation."
Sico nodded.
"That's acceptable."
Preston looked up.
"I'll start preparing the vehicles."
Sico gave one final instruction.
"Departure within forty-eight hours."
Preston grinned slightly.
"Consider it done."
The motor pool behind Sanctuary came alive that afternoon.
Mechanics rolled tool carts across the concrete.
Engines roared to life.
Truck drivers checked tire pressure and fuel lines.
Three large transport trucks were pulled from the garage and lined up near the loading platform.
Preston walked between them inspecting every detail.
"Fuel tanks?"
"Full," one mechanic replied.
"Suspension?"
"Reinforced yesterday."
Preston slapped the side of the nearest truck approvingly.
"Good."
Nearby, three Humvees were being fitted with mounted machine guns.
Soldiers checked ammunition belts.
Communications radios were tested.
Convoy protocols were reviewed.
Preston climbed onto the hood of one truck and addressed the assembled soldiers.
"Alright listen up!"
The yard went quiet.
"We're escorting sixty-four civilian workers to the shipyard near the Castle."
He pointed at the vehicles.
"Three trucks for transport."
"Three Humvees for escort."
"Twenty of you are riding security."
He paused.
"Route runs south through Lexington corridor."
"Standard threat possibilities include raiders, mutants, or Brotherhood scouts."
The soldiers nodded.
They had done convoy escorts before.
But this one carried something different.
These weren't supply crates.
These were workers heading to build the Commonwealth's future navy.
Preston jumped down from the truck.
"We move at dawn tomorrow."
Meanwhile, Magnolia had begun gathering the selected workers near the central square.
Many carried small bags.
Toolboxes.
Personal belongings.
A few had families standing beside them offering last-minute goodbyes.
One young welder hugged his younger brother tightly.
"Take care of Ma while I'm gone."
The boy nodded.
"I will."
Nearby, the fisherman from Nahant Harbor stood beside a stack of crates containing his tools.
He looked around Sanctuary thoughtfully.
"Never thought I'd be working next to a fortress," he muttered.
Another mechanic laughed.
"Better than fixing generators in Diamond City alleys."
Magnolia walked through the crowd calmly, clipboard in hand.
Checking names.
Confirming assignments.
"You'll be in Truck Two."
"You're assigned to the welding team."
"You'll report directly to Sturges once you arrive."
Her calm voice kept the process organized.
Even as emotions ran high around the square.
That night Sanctuary felt unusually quiet.
The convoy vehicles stood ready near the bridge.
Soldiers rotated through final checks.
The workers slept in temporary barracks prepared near the headquarters building.
Preston stood near the lead Humvee staring down the road leading south.
Sico joined him a moment later.
"Everything ready?" Sico asked.
Preston nodded.
"Three trucks."
"Three Humvees."
"Twenty soldiers."
"Sixty-four workers."
He crossed his arms.
"Convoy leaves at sunrise."
Sico looked toward the distant horizon.
Beyond those hills waited the Castle.
The shipyard.
The beginning of something the Commonwealth had not seen in two hundred years.
Industry.
Ships.
A navy.
He spoke quietly.
"Once those workers arrive…"
Preston finished the thought.
"The first hull gets built."
They stood there for a moment in silence, watching the moonlight reflect off the convoy vehicles as the future was moving now.
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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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