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"Hmm, I hope this works." I wonder as I go over the plan again. I survey the guards behind me. There were only five left and the Overseer, two seemed competent, while the rest were freckle-faced kids. The first two held their rifles with trained ease and had determined scowls etched on their faces, yet the kids seemed majorly undertrained.

I turn and lock eyes with the Overseer, who nods once and adjusts his grip on his revolver once again. I exhale, slowly breathing in and out, trying to calm my beating heart.

"Man, been awhile since my last firefight." Goes through my mind as my past memories flash over and over like lighting. I shake my head, clearing my mind for the task ahead.

"Not now." I say under my breath, "Ok, on three. One...Two...Three!" I bark, startling myself by the harshness in my voice.

As one, we stand up from our crouched positions. The guards begin firing, picking their specific targets and downing two with precision. The sprays of blood and gore on the walls once again caused images of the cold land of Anchorage, Alaska to spring forth. I blink again, forcing the memories down.

"Focus, Billy, focus." My father's voice echoed in my mind, snapping me to action. Swinging my barrel left, I squeeze the trigger. The rifle barked and it recoiled sweetly against my shoulder, bring down a rioter wielding a pump-shotgun down in a spray of blood. His screams do nothing to faze me or prevent me from riddling his fellow next to him with more holes than Swiss cheese.

"Advance!" I bark yet again. I vault over the barricade, not even noticing one of the younger guards being the first over. I shoulder the rifle, firing as I walk, I continue dropping the rioters. As the rifle clicks dry, not breaking stride, I drop it; pulling my father's .45 colt from my thigh holster. I round the corner, spotting the entrance way to the outside world that was slowly being ravaged by war.

I slide against the bulkhead, peering around the corner. There were five rioters left that were armed, but they were surrounding about fourteen women and children. I turn towards the atrium, snapping up the .45 as the guards ran around the corner.

The young guard that followed me over the barricade slammed into the way beside me, breathing hard from the run and the rush of adrenaline.

"Sir, the Overseer is back in the Atrium. He's putting everything back together." He said as he pointed backward, "I and the two here volunteered to help you out. Oh, and here, complements of Vault-Tec security." He said handing my M4 over along with a spare magazine. He slid over to the opposite side of the bulkhead doorway, peering around, surveying the area.

Turning towards me he asked, "So, what's the plan?"

I look to the weapons the guards are armed with; one has a riot shotgun while the other hefted a R91 assault rifle. I face the young guard, "Kid, what's your name?" I ask. He squares his shoulders, "Mark, sir." he replies with pride in his voice.

"Ha, reminds me of myself. A young bastard excited about his first fight." I thought turning towards the others. "What are yours? I ask, facing the two guards, noticing that they were the older, more experienced guards.

The one with a beard spoke first, "Captain Owens son, Commander of Marine Detachment Alpha." he said, "I was leader the patrol that found you and your little girlfriend" he said with a smirk on his face. Pointing to the one next to him he said, "That's Lance Corporal Myers; he can't speak anymore, lost it to a radiation burst when our humvee crashed into an embankment; sent Myers straight into an irradiated river." He said patting Myers on the shoulder.

Myers looks at me, shrugs his shoulders, then pulls his rifle bolt back and takes his place by Mark. I nod my head, sliding a magazine into place with a satisfying click.

I peer around the doorway again, looking for advantages of any kind. "Ok, we're going to have to drive the people out, if possible without blood-shed; I'm tired of all the killing." I say as I look towards the children and women. I had decided that we would shelter the civilians if they cooperated but I didn't want to have to kill anyone else.

"Alright, Myers, you and Mark will take the right of the room and Owens and I will take the left. Fire only if they make a move and police the civilians at the entrance. Understand?" I say outlining the plan. They nod one, doing last minute checks to their weapons. I stand against the cold metal of the bulkhead, feeling the sweat drip down my back as the smell of smoke and powder fill my nostrils. Holding up my hands, I countdown.

"Three, two, one" pumping my fist, we spring into action, sprinting into the room screaming and waving our firearms in front of us.

"Get on the ground!" Drop your weapons, drop them now!" we shout as we cover the room and entrance way. One of the intruders, armed with a shining .32 revolver, spins and raises his weapon. I step forward, yelling; "Drop it, now if you want to live!"

His eyes jerk frantically back and forth, looking from me to Owens and back to me. He looks behind him, staring at the frightened faces of a woman and little girl, their eyes pleading with him. He shakes his head, pulling the hammer back.

"Don't do it." I say, stepping forward, aiming towards his chest. Owens and Mark circle the room, flanking the remaining men as Myers pumps his shotgun. He slowly shakes his head towards the man, telling him through his stare and gestures to drop it immediately.

The man looks over his shoulder again, his hand visibly shaking. He looks me in the face, sweat and smoke stains on his face; rips and tears in his clothes tell of his fight for survival. Licking his lips, he attempts to steady his shaking hands.

Stepping forward again, I bark "Drop it now; you piece of shit!" as the man visibly flinches. It seemed like I had finally gotten through to him when Mark, trying to get behind him, kicked over a metal bucket; making a loud crashing noise. The grungy man jumps, jerking the trigger once.

I jerk back, feeling white-hot pain lance through my body. I drop to the ground, my vision fading; just before it all went black, I see Myers blast into the man. The shot blows the man's chest straight into the wall, painting the wall in blood and gore. I close my eyes, but before I pass into darkness, I hear Owens.

"Drop your weapons and you'll be safe, for the love of God drop them!" he screams. The last I heard was the sound of metal clattering on steel-riveted iron plates.

"Thank you Owens, keep them safe." goes through my mind as it all fades away.

Well, I finally got through the first big battle. Reviews are still appreciated and if ya got ideas message me or add it in the review. I like me some good reviews, ok I'm going to go rest my fingers; see yall later.