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Workers shouting measurements, as generators humming steadily and ship being born from metal and determination.
Cranes lifting steel.
Workers shouting measurements.
Generators humming steadily.
Ships being born from metal and determination.
Albert stood there for a long moment beside Mel, watching the controlled chaos of the shipyard unfold around them. Sparks flared like tiny fireworks each time a welding torch touched steel. A crane swung slowly overhead carrying a curved plate that would soon become part of the hull's outer armor. The sound of metal striking metal echoed through the yard with a steady rhythm that almost sounded like a heartbeat.
Briggs stepped beside Albert and folded his arms.
"Never thought I'd see something like this again," he said quietly.
Albert glanced at him.
"What do you mean?"
Briggs nodded toward the construction teams.
"Before the war, places like this were everywhere. Shipyards building destroyers, carriers, cargo ships. Now?" He shrugged. "Most people are just trying to survive day to day."
Albert watched as a team of engineers carefully aligned a steel beam with the skeleton of the vessel.
"Survival isn't enough," Albert said.
Briggs nodded once.
"No. It isn't."
Mel overheard the end of the conversation and smiled faintly.
"That's the whole idea behind this place."
He gestured toward the shipyards.
"Not just surviving."
"Rebuilding."
Albert turned to him.
"And how long have you been running on no sleep?"
Mel laughed.
"You noticed that, huh?"
Albert raised an eyebrow.
"You look like you've been awake for two days."
Mel rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Forty hours, actually."
Briggs whistled.
"Damn."
Mel shrugged.
"Worth it."
He looked up at the towering hull frame again.
"When that first ship hits the water… it'll change everything."
Albert followed his gaze.
"Yes," he said quietly.
"It will."
Albert stayed at the shipyards for another hour.
He walked through nearly every section of the construction site with Mel explaining progress along the way.
They inspected propulsion systems being assembled in a temporary workshop.
Albert saw technicians rebuilding old turbine components salvaged from wrecked naval vessels.
Another section held navigation equipment with pre-war radar arrays and communication systems being carefully restored piece by piece.
In another area, mechanics were installing reinforced gun mounts designed to hold heavy machine guns and missile launchers.
It was clear that these ships were not just patrol vessels.
They were warships.
Small compared to the fleets of the old world, but powerful enough to dominate the coastal waters of the Commonwealth.
When the tour finally ended, the sun was beginning to lower toward the horizon.
Albert stood near the entrance to the shipyard again while the escort convoy prepared to leave.
Mel wiped grease from his hands with a rag.
"You heading back to the base?"
Albert nodded.
"Yeah."
Mel glanced toward the unfinished hull towering behind them.
"I'll keep pushing the crews."
Albert smiled slightly.
"Just make sure you sleep at some point."
Mel laughed.
"No promises."
Briggs climbed back into the Humvee.
Albert followed a moment later.
As the convoy rolled away from the shipyards, Albert glanced back one last time.
Cranes still moved.
Sparks still flew.
Even as evening approached, the shipyard refused to slow down.
And that gave Albert a strange sense of reassurance.
Because rebuilding the Republic wasn't something that could wait.
Night passed quietly.
The harbor remained calm under the moonlight while patrol boats drifted slowly through their training circuits. Watch towers remained alert, spotlights occasionally sweeping across the waterline. Mechanics finished late repairs while sailors rotated through their shifts.
For the first time in several days, Albert actually managed to sleep for more than a few hours.
But morning came quickly.
The next day began like most others at Naval Headquarters.
Paperwork.
Albert sat at his desk inside the command office, the morning sunlight spilling through the reinforced window behind him. The harbor outside was already active again from boats moving, crews training, supply trucks arriving.
A stack of documents sat on the desk in front of him.
Fuel allocation requests.
Maintenance reports.
Training evaluations.
Albert signed another sheet with a quick motion of his pen before sliding it aside.
He leaned back slightly in his chair.
Running a naval base, he was learning, required an endless river of paperwork.
There was always another report.
Another request.
Another problem that needed approval.
Albert rubbed his temples briefly before reaching for the next document.
A maintenance report for patrol boat three.
He skimmed through the lines.
Engine vibration issue during high throttle.
Minor hull stress near stern bolts.
Albert made a note to have Sturges inspect it personally.
Then he signed the paper and pushed it aside.
Outside the office, voices echoed faintly through the hallway.
Staff moving between rooms.
Radios crackling with harbor traffic updates.
Everything sounded normal.
Routine.
Albert picked up another document.
But before he could read it.
A loud shout echoed somewhere outside the building.
Albert paused.
He frowned slightly.
Then another shout followed.
This one louder.
And closer.
Albert slowly lowered the paper onto the desk.
That didn't sound like normal harbor activity.
Footsteps suddenly thundered down the hallway.
Someone running.
The office door burst open.
One of the sailors stumbled inside, breathing hard and clearly out of breath.
"Commander!"
Albert stood up immediately.
"What is it?"
The sailor tried to catch his breath for a second before speaking.
"We're under attack!"
Albert's expression hardened instantly.
"From what?"
The sailor swallowed.
"Mirelurks!"
Albert blinked once.
"Mirelurks?"
The sailor nodded quickly.
"Yes, sir!"
Albert stepped out from behind his desk.
"How many?"
The sailor hesitated for half a second before answering.
"That's the problem, sir."
Albert felt a knot tighten in his chest.
"Explain."
The sailor spoke quickly.
"Two Mirelurk Queens."
Albert's eyes widened slightly.
The sailor continued.
"Three Mirelurk Kings."
"And dozens of regular Mirelurks."
Albert swore under his breath.
"Where?"
"Eastern shoreline!"
The sailor pointed toward the harbor.
"They came up from the water about five minutes ago!"
Albert grabbed his coat from the chair.
"Sound the alarm."
"It's already ringing across the base, sir."
As if to confirm that statement, a loud metallic siren suddenly began echoing across the entire harbor.
The attack alarm.
Albert moved quickly toward the door.
"Where are the defense teams?"
"Power armor units are deploying now!"
Albert stepped into the hallway.
Chaos was already spreading through Naval HQ.
Sailors were running toward defensive positions.
Radios crackled with urgent reports.
Someone shouted orders near the staircase.
Albert turned toward the harbor-facing window at the end of the corridor.
From there he could see part of the shoreline.
And the ocean beyond.
Then he saw movement.
Dark shapes crawling up from the surf.
Dozens of them.
Mirelurks.
Large crab-like creatures clambered onto the rocks and sand, their shells glistening with seawater as they advanced toward the base perimeter.
But those weren't the real problem.
Further out in the water, something enormous moved.
A massive shape slowly rising from the waves.
Albert felt his stomach drop.
One Mirelurk Queen surfaced first.
Then another.
Two towering creatures emerging from the sea, their enormous shells rising above the waves like living war machines.
And behind them.
Three Mirelurk Kings waded forward through the surf, their powerful claws snapping as they roared.
Albert muttered under his breath.
"Well… that's new."
Behind him, Briggs' heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway as the man hurried toward him in full power armor.
"Commander!"
Albert turned.
Briggs' voice crackled through the helmet speakers.
"Looks like the ocean decided to fight back."
Albert nodded grimly.
"Two Queens."
"Three Kings."
Briggs whistled through the helmet.
"Hell of a morning."
Outside, gunfire suddenly erupted.
Machine guns from the watchtowers opened up on the approaching Mirelurks.
Shells sparked off their armored bodies.
Some of the smaller creatures collapsed.
But many kept coming.
Albert stepped toward the staircase.
"Get the boarding teams ready."
Briggs tilted his helmet.
"Boarding teams?"
Albert nodded.
"If those Queens reach the docks, they'll tear the entire harbor apart."
Briggs understood immediately.
"You want to take the fight to them."
Albert's expression hardened.
"Exactly."
Briggs gave a sharp nod.
"Then let's go kill some monsters."
And together they rushed toward the battlefield outside the naval base.
The hallway shook faintly as another burst of heavy machine gun fire rattled across the harbor.
Albert and Briggs reached the base entrance at the same time a pair of sailors shoved the heavy steel doors open. Wind rushed inside immediately, carrying the sharp scent of saltwater, gunpowder, and something else—something foul and organic.
The smell of Mirelurks.
Outside, the naval base had transformed from a calm training ground into a battlefield.
Sirens wailed across the harbor.
Sailors sprinted toward defensive positions while others dragged ammunition crates across the concrete docks. Watchtowers were already firing nonstop, their mounted machine guns hammering at the advancing creatures along the shoreline.
Albert stepped out onto the concrete platform overlooking the harbor.
The sight before him was worse than he expected.
The beach east of the base was swarming.
Dozens of Mirelurks crawled over rocks and sand like a living tide of armored claws and snapping mandibles. Their shells deflected bullets in bursts of sparks as tower gunners tried to slow them down.
But beyond them, the real threat advanced.
A Mirelurk King roared as it dragged its massive body onto the shore, towering over the smaller creatures around it. Its claws slammed into the sand as it began moving toward the perimeter wall.
Another King followed beside it.
Then the third.
And further out in the water, the two Mirelurk Queens rose higher from the waves.
They were colossal.
Each one nearly the size of a small building, their bloated bodies towering above the surf as they lumbered forward. Water poured from their shells as they pushed toward land, their shrieks echoing across the bay like something out of a nightmare.
Briggs stepped beside Albert, the servos of his power armor humming.
"Alright," he said calmly, looking over the battlefield. "That's a lot of crab."
Albert's jaw tightened.
"If they reach the docks, they'll destroy the ships."
Briggs nodded once.
"Yeah."
Albert turned toward him.
"Briggs."
"Yeah?"
Albert pointed toward the approaching Kings and Queens.
"I want the Power Armor teams on those monsters."
Briggs didn't hesitate.
"You got it."
Albert continued quickly.
"Take every heavy weapon you've got."
Briggs' helmet tilted slightly.
"You planning something?"
Albert nodded.
"I'm calling the Castle."
Briggs grinned inside the helmet.
"Ah."
"Artillery."
Albert nodded.
"Exactly."
The ground trembled again as one of the Mirelurk Queens slammed its massive body against the shoreline rocks, beginning its slow advance toward the harbor defenses.
Briggs turned toward the gathering power armor soldiers nearby.
Six massive armored figures stood ready near the dock entrance, their heavy weapons already loaded.
Miniguns.
Missile launchers.
Heavy laser rifles.
Each suit of power armor gleamed under the morning sun like a walking tank.
Briggs raised one armored hand.
"Alright, listen up!"
The armored soldiers turned toward him.
"We've got ourselves a seafood problem!"
Even through the chaos, one of the soldiers chuckled.
Briggs pointed toward the beach.
"Those Kings and Queens reach the base, we lose ships, docks, maybe the whole harbor."
The power armor soldiers nodded grimly.
"So here's the plan," Briggs continued.
"We take them down before they get that far."
One soldier hefted a missile launcher onto his shoulder.
"Finally something big enough to shoot at."
Briggs pointed directly toward the shoreline.
"Kings first. Then the Queens."
Another soldier stepped forward.
"What about the regular Mirelurks?"
Briggs jerked his thumb toward the defensive walls.
"The sailors can handle those."
He turned back toward the towering creatures advancing through the surf.
"But those big ones?"
His armored fist clenched.
"They're ours."
Albert placed a hand briefly on Briggs' armored shoulder.
"Good hunting."
Briggs nodded once.
"Same to you."
Then he turned back to the armored squad.
"Power Armor team!"
The servos of six suits whined as they moved into formation.
"Move out!"
They charged toward the eastern defense line, each thunderous step shaking the ground beneath them.
Albert watched them go for only a moment.
Then he turned and ran back inside the headquarters building.
The radio room was already buzzing with activity.
Operators sat at communication consoles with headsets pressed to their ears, relaying messages across the base.
One of them looked up as Albert entered.
"Commander!"
Albert walked straight to the central transmitter.
"I need a direct line to the Castle."
The operator nodded quickly and began adjusting the radio frequencies.
Static crackled across the speaker for a moment.
Then the operator raised a hand.
"You're live, sir."
Albert grabbed the microphone.
"This is Naval Command to the Castle. Do you copy?"
The radio crackled.
For a few seconds, only static answered.
Then a familiar voice came through the speaker.
"This is Ronnie Shaw at the Castle. Go ahead, Naval Command."
Albert felt a small wave of relief.
Ronnie Shaw.
One of the best commanders in the Republic.
"Ronnie," Albert said quickly. "We're under attack."
"What kind of attack?"
"Mirelurks."
There was a short pause.
"How many?"
Albert glanced through the radio room window toward the battlefield outside.
"Two Mirelurk Queens."
Another pause.
"Three Mirelurk Kings."
Then he added.
"And dozens of regular Mirelurks."
Ronnie let out a low whistle over the radio.
"Well damn."
Albert didn't waste time.
"I need artillery support."
Ronnie's voice immediately shifted to full professionalism.
"Coordinates?"
Albert grabbed a map from the nearby table and quickly marked the eastern shoreline where the creatures were advancing.
"Eastern harbor shoreline," he said.
"Copy."
Ronnie continued.
"We've got the artillery loaded and ready."
Albert grabbed a smoke flare from the emergency equipment rack mounted on the wall.
"I'll mark the target zone."
"Color?"
"Red."
Ronnie answered immediately.
"Copy that."
Albert moved toward the radio room door.
"Fire on the red smoke."
"Understood."
Ronnie's voice remained steady.
"We're standing by."
Albert pushed the door open.
"I'll send the signal shortly."
Ronnie replied without hesitation.
"The guns are ready, Commander."
"Just give the word."
Albert grabbed the flare gun from the rack and hurried back toward the battlefield outside.
The situation had intensified dramatically in the few minutes he had been inside.
The eastern shoreline looked like chaos.
Explosions from missile launchers lit up the beach as the Power Armor team engaged the Mirelurk Kings.
Briggs stood at the center of the formation, firing a minigun that roared like thunder. The spinning barrels spat a continuous stream of rounds into the chest of one of the Kings, forcing the creature to stagger backward.
Another armored soldier launched a missile.
The rocket streaked across the battlefield before slamming into a Mirelurk King's shell.
The explosion rocked the creature sideways, sending fragments of shell flying.
But it didn't fall.
Instead, it roared and charged forward.
Closer to the waterline, the Mirelurk Queens continued advancing.
Their massive legs crushed rocks and debris as they pushed toward the harbor defenses.
One of them opened its grotesque mouth and unleashed a high-pitched scream that echoed across the bay.
Several sailors along the wall flinched.
Albert ran across the dock toward the shoreline defenses.
Sailors parted quickly as he approached.
"Commander!"
"Sir!"
Albert climbed onto the sandbags overlooking the beach.
He raised the flare gun.
The red smoke round clicked into the chamber.
Below him, the battle raged.
Mirelurks crawled toward the defensive wall only to be cut down by rifle fire and turret guns.
But the Queens kept coming.
And they were getting closer.
Albert lifted the flare gun toward the sky.
"Artillery time," he muttered.
He pulled the trigger.
The flare launched with a sharp pop.
It streaked high into the sky before bursting into a cloud of thick red smoke.
The crimson plume drifted slowly above the battlefield.
Albert grabbed his radio.
"This is Naval Command."
He pressed the transmit button.
"Ronnie."
"We've got the signal."
The reply came instantly.
"Copy that," Ronnie Shaw said.
There was a brief pause.
Then she added calmly:
"Artillery batteries standing by."
"Awaiting firing command."
Albert looked down at the advancing Mirelurk Queens.
They were nearly halfway to the docks now.
Briggs and the Power Armor team were still battling the Kings near the shoreline, their heavy weapons hammering relentlessly.
The entire harbor trembled under the noise of gunfire.
Albert pressed the radio again.
"Ronnie."
"Fire."
There was only a half-second pause before her reply came back.
"Copy."
Then she said the words every battlefield commander loved to hear.
"Artillery firing."
Miles away, at the Castle, massive cannons rotated toward the coastline.
Back at the harbor, Albert lowered the radio and watched the red smoke drifting over the battlefield.
The Mirelurks didn't know it yet.
But in a few seconds, hell was about to fall from the sky.
The red smoke drifted slowly across the sky.
It spread like a wounded cloud above the battlefield, its deep crimson color impossible to miss against the pale morning light. Wind coming off the harbor pushed the plume toward the shoreline where the Mirelurks were advancing.
Albert lowered the radio but didn't move.
He simply stood on top of the sandbag wall, eyes fixed on the battlefield.
For a brief moment, something strange happened.
Everything felt suspended.
Gunfire still roared around the harbor. Sailors were still shouting. Miniguns still rattled from the defensive towers.
But inside Albert's mind, there was a small quiet space of waiting.
Because now it was out of his hands.
The artillery shells were already in the air.
Miles away at the Castle, enormous cannons had fired. Heavy shells were now arcing through the sky, climbing high over Boston Harbor before descending toward the red smoke.
And when they landed, the battlefield would change.
Albert pressed his radio again.
"Briggs."
Static crackled for a second.
Then Briggs' voice came through, rough and distorted by the power armor helmet.
"Yeah, Commander?"
Albert didn't take his eyes off the red smoke drifting above the Mirelurks.
"Artillery is inbound."
Briggs didn't hesitate.
"Copy."
Then Albert added one more thing.
"Pull your team back."
Down on the beach, Briggs had just finished unloading another long burst from his minigun into the chest of one of the Mirelurk Kings. The weapon's barrels spun down slowly with a mechanical whine.
The King staggered backward, chunks of its shell shattered by the storm of bullets.
But it still wasn't dead.
Mirelurk Kings were tough.
Too tough.
Briggs turned his helmet slightly as Albert's message finished transmitting.
"Artillery inbound," he muttered.
Then he looked up.
The red smoke plume hovered directly above the creatures they were fighting.
His head snapped back toward the other power armor soldiers.
"Alright!" Briggs shouted through the squad comms.
"Party's over!"
One of the soldiers had just reloaded a missile launcher.
"What?"
Briggs pointed toward the smoke.
"Castle artillery!"
Understanding spread instantly through the squad.
Another soldier laughed.
"Oh hell yes."
Briggs raised one armored arm and pointed away from the beach.
"Fall back!"
The power armor team immediately began moving.
Each step of their retreat shook the sand beneath their heavy suits.
Behind them, the Mirelurk Kings roared angrily.
One of them surged forward again, claws snapping.
But Briggs didn't stop.
"Move! Move! Move!"
The squad pushed back toward the defensive line near the docks.
Heavy servos whined as they accelerated.
Another missile launched behind them from one of the soldiers who paused briefly to fire one last shot.
The rocket streaked toward the nearest King.
BOOM.
The explosion slammed into the creature's chest, staggering it again.
Then the soldier turned and ran.
"Clear the zone!" Briggs barked.
The power armor team reached the sandbag wall just as sailors nearby began noticing something else.
A distant sound.
At first it was faint.
A low whistling noise.
Albert heard it too.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
He knew that sound.
Anyone who had ever fought near artillery knew that sound.
The whistle of incoming shells.
One of the sailors beside the sandbags looked up toward the sky.
"What is that?"
Another sailor shouted suddenly.
"ARTILLERY!"
Albert didn't move.
He just watched.
The first shell arrived.
It screamed out of the sky like a falling meteor.
Then.
BOOOOOOOOM.
The explosion hit the beach just behind one of the Mirelurk Kings.
The blast was enormous.
Sand, rock, and seawater erupted into the air as the shell detonated with devastating force.
The shockwave rolled across the shoreline.
The King was thrown sideways like a toy.
Chunks of its shell shattered under the impact.
Albert barely had time to process the first explosion before the second shell arrived.
BOOOOOM.
This one struck directly in the middle of a cluster of regular Mirelurks.
The creatures vanished instantly in a storm of fire, sand, and shredded shell fragments.
The artillery barrage had begun.
Albert lowered his head slightly as the sky seemed to roar.
Shell after shell began raining down across the battlefield.
The air filled with screaming metal.
WHOOOOOSH.
BOOM.
WHOOOOSH.
BOOM.
Each impact shook the entire harbor.
One shell landed directly beside the first Mirelurk Queen.
The explosion sent an enormous wave of sand and debris crashing into the creature's massive body.
The Queen shrieked in pain, its monstrous legs staggering under the blast.
But the artillery didn't stop.
Another shell slammed into the shoreline directly in front of it.
The blast threw rocks the size of cars into the air.
Fragments of shell and flesh sprayed across the sand.
Sailors behind the defensive wall ducked instinctively as debris rained down around them.
Albert held onto the sandbag barrier to steady himself.
The ground trembled with every explosion.
He pressed the radio again.
"Ronnie…"
Her voice came through the speaker calmly.
"Rounds on target."
Albert glanced toward the beach again.
"Yeah," he said quietly.
"I see that."
Down on the shoreline, the Mirelurks were in chaos.
The smaller creatures scattered in every direction as explosions ripped through their ranks.
But the artillery was clearly concentrating on the biggest targets.
The Kings.
And the Queens.
One of the Mirelurk Kings tried to charge forward again.
Another artillery shell struck the sand directly beneath its body.
BOOOOOOOM.
The creature was lifted off the ground entirely.
Its enormous shell cracked open like a broken bowl as the blast tore into its underside.
The King landed heavily in the surf.
This time it didn't move.
Briggs watched the explosion from behind the sandbag wall.
He let out a low whistle.
"Remind me to send Ronnie a thank-you card."
Another power armor soldier laughed.
"No kidding."
But the artillery continued.
A shell screamed down and struck dangerously close to the second Mirelurk King.
The explosion blasted one of its claws completely off.
The creature shrieked and collapsed onto the beach, thrashing violently.
Then another shell landed just behind it.
BOOM.
The shockwave finished the job.
The King stopped moving.
Two Kings down.
But the real monsters were still standing.
The Mirelurk Queens.
They were tougher.
Much tougher.
One of them had already taken two artillery blasts and was still advancing slowly toward the harbor.
Its massive body was scorched and bleeding, pieces of its shell cracked open by the explosions.
But it was still moving.
Albert watched it carefully.
"That thing is stubborn," one sailor muttered beside him.
Albert didn't respond.
He was already speaking into the radio again.
"Ronnie."
"Go ahead."
"Keep the shells coming."
Ronnie's reply came back instantly.
"Already on it."
Another wave of artillery screamed through the sky.
This time the shells landed directly around both Queens.
The explosions were deafening.
BOOOOOM.
BOOOOOM.
BOOOOOOM.
Massive columns of sand and seawater erupted into the air.
One shell struck the ground directly beneath the second Queen.
The blast was catastrophic.
The creature's massive legs were blown out from under it.
The enormous body collapsed sideways into the surf with a deafening crash.
It shrieked one last time as another shell detonated beside it.
Then it went still.
Albert exhaled slowly.
But the first Queen was still alive.
Badly wounded.
But alive.
The creature staggered forward through smoke and fire, its grotesque body dragging across the sand.
It let out another horrifying scream.
Briggs looked at it and shook his head.
"You've gotta be kidding me."
Another artillery shell screamed downward.
This one landed perfectly.
Directly beneath the Queen's massive torso.
BOOOOOOOOOOM.
The explosion lit up the entire shoreline.
When the smoke cleared a few seconds later, the Queen was gone.
Where it had stood moments earlier, there was now only a massive crater filled with boiling seawater and shattered shell fragments.
The battlefield went strangely quiet.
Gunfire from the towers slowly died down.
The remaining Mirelurks scattered in panic, many retreating back toward the water.
Others lay motionless across the devastated shoreline.
The beach looked like the aftermath of a meteor strike.
Crater after crater scarred the sand.
Smoke drifted across the harbor.
Bits of broken shell and debris were scattered everywhere.
Briggs stepped forward slowly, peering across the destruction.
"Well," he said finally.
"That was effective."
One of the power armor soldiers nodded.
"Very."
Albert climbed down from the sandbags and walked toward the edge of the beach.
He looked out over the battlefield.
All three Kings were dead.
Both Queens were gone.
The artillery barrage had annihilated them.
Behind him, the radio crackled again.
Ronnie's voice returned.
"Naval Command, this is the Castle."
Albert raised the radio.
"Go ahead."
Her tone was calm.
"Target zone appears neutralized."
Albert glanced across the ruined shoreline again.
"Yes," he said quietly.
"It does."
Ronnie paused briefly before asking the question every artillery commander asked after a barrage.
"Do you require additional fire support?"
Albert watched the last surviving Mirelurks scrambling desperately back into the ocean.
He shook his head slightly.
"Negative."
Another pause.
Then Ronnie spoke again.
"Glad we could help."
Albert allowed himself a small smile.
"You did more than help."
"Commander."
Albert glanced at him.
Briggs gestured toward the battlefield.
"Next time we go fishing…"
Albert raised an eyebrow.
Briggs finished the sentence.
"Let's not invite the Queens."
Albert chuckled quietly.
"Agreed."
Then Briggs climbed up beside him on the shoreline, as the giant power armor suit stood there looking out across the devastated beach.
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