- It's alive! Booga-ha-ha! Alive! - I was careful not to shoot lightning from my hands in a room where there is a lot of valuable equipment, but it sparkled even without it.

It's done!

I was able to start defrosting the golems and enter a few simple commands. Still, they are here like soldiers, so the interface is as simple and friendly as possible. Well, so that you can manage them and they don't think of doing something wrong.

The defrosting was in full swing, the already thawed went for equipment ... There is a whole platoon of them here! The shelter is quite large, despite the small appearance, there are enough different rooms where it is so easy not to get into. So they crawled out of the cracks like cockroaches.

Taking with her the most stupid, in the sense, the strongest, and went back to the armory. No, well, really, but why good to disappear? They have their own weapons there, purely for these handy ones, but they are still humanoids and fingers are in place. And I took that cool white suit for myself. Then I'll wear it. The rest was simply loaded into lockers, which were banally torn out with meat. I don't know why they need to be screwed on?

But... But! While we were doing everything here, well, appropriating everything that is bad, and what is good, then move and appropriate, all such golems stood in the hall and waited. Well, not all. There was not enough space for everyone, otherwise there would be nowhere to go. Enough.

I just feel like ... Mmm ... Who was the smart one commanding the stupid ones? Oh yes, almost all military leaders. I really fit into this, right by all the canons, smart, young, ambitious representative of high society.

So ... Here, by the way, judging by the map, there is a nearby exit. Not even one. Through the garage, through some kind of cave and sewer.

Given the presence of a bunch of golems and weapons, then ... The conclusion suggests itself.

"So, newbies, from now on you are marines!" Marines are not allowed to die without permission! I don't have racial discrimination here. I don't give a shit about black-assed, kiked, macaroni and latinos. All of you here are equally worthless.

I could still crucify them for a long time, but they did not answer anything, so the fuse ended ... Well, what's the point of mixing them with shit if they are too stupid to realize this fact?

I sigh.

- Find a roomy vehicle. You, you and you," she pointed to the three "elephants". Why are they an eyesore with their pink suit?

The rest she sent to collect all the most valuable, but carefully, otherwise they would have to be sent to the halls of Jesus.

"Pawns" are the dumbest, they will pass for draft power and martinet, but the "Elephant" and "Knight" are more pumped in thinking. Damn it, the "Horse" can become invisible! I want the same camouflage system!

So…

In short, it was so much more fun to rob… To expropriate. I did not turn off my barrier, well, just in case. We need to pick up a few more things.

Bad uncles in white coats took my childhood away from me, deprived me of my mother, turned the present into hell, and I'll just borrow some weapons, soldiers, equipment for free use ... I had to think!

— Bastards! They are getting paid!

The initiative of my dummy struck me!

Well, it was necessary to think of removing hard drives from computers? She's in shock. So they also began to drag away the server rack ... It seems that I underestimated them a little. Well, in any case, it will be easier.

We found transport. In the garage. Where else can a car be? Such a good car, a truck... It is immediately clear that it was used to carry cargo for the Vault, satisfying the wishes of imbeciles in white coats.

Good truck, roomy. You can put a lot of things in, even place golems.

Only…

- Hey, newbies, you know how to drive? Come on, show your driving skills. Do not break the car, otherwise I will shove the Pawns cannon into the aisle.

I thought they looked at each other? In general, it doesn't matter. One golem quite freely climbed behind the wheel and started the car.

- Look at him ... I would put him on night duty, it would make sense.

In general, the problem is solved. Not a piano, but a piano! I mean, it's all so cool... Yes, I know the Lord owes me for the antics of bad uncles, but... Ah, fuck it, everything is fine, so why complicate it? I'm a cutie, I should get everything easily and naturally!

Change name to Mary?

Hmm... Well... It's... So-so.

"All my pianos are based on a plot, so go fuck yourself… What are you hatching for?"

And the golems are looking at me. Seeing a person chatting to himself for the first time?

Speaking of which, they need some maintenance. So guys, go ahead, for your own good. Only at this rate we need a few more cars.

Somehow it suddenly becomes hemorrhoids.

Maybe well them?

Although no, since I already took it, you can't retreat and throw my executive puppets

Appreciate my kindness, newbies! We still have a lot to do!

Start writing down your Napoleonic plans in a notebook? Beaten up, I'm not a tentacle monster to write down my plans for intercourse with magical girls.

"Stop, I'm kind of a magical girl too!" Damn, I hope there aren't any tentacles around.

I became somehow afraid. My little ass is not ready for this ... Yes, she is not ready for everything! There seems to be no such creatures here, so that they are straight with tentacles and in the p ... Ahem ... Where you don't need to go.

In general, while the puppets were working, I decided to visit the kitchen. Well, they usually brought me food, but did the rest of them cook it somewhere? There are a couple of places on the Vault Plan where food could be cooked. The word "dining room" or "kitchen" does not occur, which is strange. Is that their disguise?
Found a warehouse behind the armory. Some sort of small warehouse, even a warehouse. Refrigerator ... If it were my will, I would take it with me. Ummm... My will is already there!

But…

"I won't take it with me, you are punished."

Some idiot didn't close the refrigerator and everything that was supposed to be put on was gone and stinked!

Yes, how so?!

Well, at least there were canned food and other products for which the temperature regime is not so important. Well, just different briquettes. I don't want to chew on biscuits. Canned food is that ... Damn, why is there no cook anywhere? Teach a golem to cook? Here's to laughter!

Okay, canned food, so canned food.

But only today. Too many sacrifices on my part laid on the altar of science. It's payback time and... Hey, there's got to be a McDonald's around here somewhere! I want a big, fat, and most importantly, juicy burger! Ummm... I'm salivating. Want!

You have to be content with what you have.