The Compound
As the sun rose over the ruins of D.C. Harry watched from his post as the super mutants shambled out of their dens and holes. He readied his custom built sniper rifle and aimed at the nearest mutant to the walls of The Compound. He watched and waited, wandering if the beast was going to try to enter The Compound or just go about its day. He had never had problems with their kind before but it was better safe than sorry. As he mused over the idea of an attack the mutant, completely oblivious to the small glowing red dot that was currently centered on his right kneecap, began to pick his nose. "Ugh" Harry muttered under his breath "muties really do have no shame". A crackle came over the in headset he had installed inside his scavenged brotherhood power armor's helmet. "You got that right pal" said James. James and Harry had been in The Compound for four years now, working in shifts to keep it safe while they slaved away at trying to repair the machinery that lay below. The machinery that could change the future of the wasteland for the better, if they could get it to function to its full potential.
James had stumbled upon The Compound as a refugee from Tenpenny tower, where he had been driven out by a ghoul hating crowd led by a vault dweller. He had found The Machine beneath while exploring the area to check if it was occupied. When he had first activated it, it had surprised him by spewing out a thick green mush which he found to be edible. Harry had arrived a few years later, beaten bruised and starving, a victim of raiders attacks. James had taken pity on the poor man and allowed him entry to The Compound. On seeing Harry's Pip-Boy 3000, emblazoned with the symbol of a vault 12 technician, he had taken him to the machine in the hopes that he may know something about it.
