Amata was inside of her fathers office, crying. She was in her room when she heard the sound of Stanley crashing to the floor, and her father had forbade her to leave her room. She stayed inside while outside, the Vault went to hell. She could hear security officers scurrying about, trying to bring order, and stop people from leaving the Vault, like Jonas and the Doc.

Stanley...Her father had him brought to the medical office, where Andy would be taking care of him. She was worried for him, not knowing how would take his Fathers leaving, or the fact that they found Jonas...

Oh god! She remembered hearing his voice, right below her fathers desk when she ran outside of the room to see what was happening. He was trying to smooth-talk his way out of trouble, and then there was a gun shot, and she couldn't hear him anymore. Amata had run back to her room, collapsing onto her bed and crying.

As she was beginning to stop sobbing, her fathers voice came over the Vault P.A system, giving out a public message.

"The Rad-roach infestation is under control. All residents either return to your rooms, or report to Officer Cadence at the doctors office for assignment. We need to get under operational standards, and fast. That is all." Amata got up slowly, moving to her door. Officer Cadence was what dad had always called Stanley, because he was technically a part of the police force.

Amata ran out of her room, and into the Vault, wanting so badly to see Stanley. She had to see if he was alright, to see if he needed someone to talk to, or if he needed any help at all. She crossed the Atrium, and passed into the residential quarters, where Senior Stanley was working on Andy outside of the clinic.

"Hold still Andy! I can barely get at that loose screw without you bobbing up and down."

"It's not me, sir. You're all jumpy. Have you taken your aspirin?"

"No. The doc was supposed to-" Stanley looked at Amata, pausing his sentence. he swallowed, and went back to work.

"He was a good man, and a better friend, and I'm sure he had his reasons." Amata walked past, seeing all of the people in the main room of the clinic. Another line, consisting of Butch, Wally, and even Freddie Gomez, were outside of the doctors office. Amata pushed past them, ignoring a cat-call by Butch.

Inside, sitting at his fathers desk, was Stanley, writing on a form for Paul Hannon.

"Alright Paul, welcome to the Vault 101 security force. Please take this document to the Overseers office, and you will receive a standard 10mm. pistol and police baton."

"Thanks, man. Sorry about your-"

"Shut it." As Paul shuffled outside, Amata sat in front of Stanley putting a hand on top of his paperwork.

"Are you alright?" She asked, looking at his blank face.

"Yes, I'm fine Amata. How are you?" Amata was shocked by how casual he sounded, and how he just took the paper from under her hand, beginning to sign it without even looking down.

"I'm...okay, I guess. Listen, I know this must be hard for you, but you gotta know-"

"Amata, I thank you for your concern for my well-being over these recent "developments" in my life, but I am the Vault loyalty inspector. As such, I have been ordered to get new recruits for your fathers security forces."

"What will more security do? We need to repair the Vault, not enforce some loyalty right now!" Stanley put the paper down, and gave a deep breathe.

"Amata, as a friend, I'm gonna have to ask you to step out for a while, and let me sort through these new recruits-"

"Don't call them that! It's just Butch and his cronies. What has gotten into you?"

"Duty, Amata. Duty to my fellow Vault dweller, and Duty to the Overseer, who only does what is best for us. Step out." Amatas' mouth formed an O of shock. she rose up, and slapped Stanley across the face. She stormed out of the doctors office, and into the hallway. Stanley sat down, holding the red area on his face. He rubbed it coolly, while knocking on the window, signaling for Freddie Gomez to come inside.

"Alright, Freddie. Before I have you read this paper-work, I'm gonna need to know if you have any disorders, both mental or physical." Freddie sat down awkwardly, looking at the door to make sure it was closed.

"Well, I don't know what it does, but I have V.D.S, or something. Your dad always gave me-"

"You mean the previous physician?"

"Yeah, him. He always gave me Chlorpromazine. I'm supposed to take it everyday, or I get...edgy, the Doc always said." Stanley made a note under Freddies' paperwork, making a reminder to look through the medicine cabinet for the Chlorpromazine tablets.

"Alright, do you have any comments or questions before you begin?"

"Uh, yeah. What do we do?"

"We keep order in the Vault while Stanley does necessary repairs to the Vaults primary systems. If we do our job right, the Vault could have light back within a few days in areas where the lights have gone out. Not only this, but we also need to work on any leftover Rad-roaches. Clear?"

"Uh, crystal, yeah." Stanley Put his signature on the paper-work, and handed it to Freddie.

"Thank you Freddie, Please take this to the Overseers office to receive a standard 10mm. pistol and Police Baton."

"Thanks. I'll see ya later." Freddy took the paperwork, and headed outside into the doctors office, watching Butch be pulled outside the clinic by Amata. He shrugged, heading out towards the Atrium.

Butch was dragged around the corner by Amata, in front of the classroom. She pushed him against the wall, holding the collar of his leather vest.

"Well well well, and I thought you didn't like me." Butch smiled, pushing Amatas' arms from his collar.

"Listen Butch, something isn't right. And, despite my former thoughts of you, things have changed with Stanley and my father and...everyone. I...need your help." Butch pulled out his comb, working on his doo.

"Help? Well, what do you need, and how are you gonna pay for it, hmm?" Amata put a hand over her chest, stepping backwards.

"I'll give you anything but that, Butch. Listen, I need you to talk to your buds who joined the security forces. Find out what my father is planning to do, got it?" Butch pulled out his tooth-pick, picking his nails.

"Alright. I didn't wanna join the stupid security force anyway. But remember Amata, there is one thing i want."

"And that is?"

"I want out of this hole." Amata was shocked at butchs' request.

"What?"

"I wanna find out what it's like out there, and maybe I'll come back with something nice for everyone." Amata considered what it would be like to let Butch go out into that irradiated hellhole called the wasteland. She smiled.

"It's a deal Butch."

I'M BACK WITH CHAPTER TWO! NEXT UP, THE FORMATION OF AMATAS' REBELS, AND THE OVERSEERS' CRACKDOWN ON EVERYONE. WILL CHANGE TO M. FOR SAFETY!...ALSO, REVIEW.