Lyons girlfriend wasn't feeling good the entire morning, so the Overseer took her to the infirmary and ordered some blood tests. Meanwhile, the CT scan revealed a big surprise for both the Overseer and Tamara: the woman was two months pregnant.

"It can't be! We used protection. No!" Tamara said with a confused look on her round face.

"You mean two hundred years protection? What would you expect? Things break. Even I will not last forever."

"This can't be happening! Who would want to bring a baby in this world?" Tamara sighs.

"I do not see why are you even complaining. You are the mate of the most powerful man in the Capital Wasteland. The General will provide everything you need."

"Mate? Who talks like that? Anyways, have you met Owyn?" Tamara shrugged. "He's great and all, a true inspiration, the hero we need, and all that stuff. But in private... Well, let's just say he keeps to himself. He says he loves me, but he loves his job a lot more."

"Sorry to hear that," the Overseer whispers as she heads to the door. Addressing the security guard: "Take her back to her room when she is done here. The Autodoc will give her something for the nausea. Make sure she gets the right pills; I don't want any surprises. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," the man nods as the synth walks away.

The Overseer is busy typing at her terminal. She's been doing it for hours... Fingers go over the bulky keys incredibly fast as her eyes browse the green screen at inhuman speeds. Reports are being filled, sent, and then new ones are opened. Something to do with the vault's power levels, food rations, water reserves, etc.

The synth is trying to figure out how long the supplies will last, and decide if she needs to send people out there sooner than later. She never liked doing that, and she wished she would go with them every single time, but the welfare of the entire Vault is more important than the safety of a few. She was responsible for the security of thousands of souls. Not an easy task, even for a machine.

The Overseer catches a faint sound coming from outside her office. She looks at the clock on the wall: 3:42 AM. "Who would dare bother me at this hour?" After a few more seconds, the hydraulic door opens, but there was no one there. Confused, the synth rises from her chair and heads for the door. Looking outside, there was no one to be seen. Weird...

As she pushes the button on the wall to close the door, a plasma beam discharges onto her right leg. Then another one. The Overseer collapses to the floor, but quickly gets back to her feet, as the damage was superficial and power was quickly rerouted. She couldn't see the intruder, but someone was clearly in the room. "They must have a Stealth Boy," the synth quickly realizes.

"Big mistake, synth! Kidnapping Tamara was the worst thing you could possibly do. We already retrieved her and we are moving in to bring down your house of cards. By the way, the General sends his regards. Now, would you please do me a favor AND DIE?"

Another plasma discharge cuts her right hand in half. Acting fast, the Overseer rushes to her chair, sits in it and presses a button under the desk. Two miniguns come out from the ground and start spinning. The invisible man manages to place one last hit to her belly before decloaking and collapsing to the ground. As she suspected, it was a Brotherhood soldier.

Bullets flying everywhere... The furniture, the walls, everything gets shred into million of tiny pieces in an infernal sound. The miniguns eventually power down and water started spewing from the wall.

"Well," she thought to herself, "at least I'm alive. Although this looks pretty bad. Should start the repairs right away, before more systems get compromised."

Since her jump suit was mostly melt from the plasma discharges, the synth took a pair of scissors and cut it off. Then she started repairing itself... A few minutes later, a silhouette rushes into the office.

"Ma'am? Are you OK?"

The young guard blushes instantly at the sight of Overseer's naked body.

"Do I look like I'm okay to you? No, I am not OK. I am very not OK! I'm badly damaged, as you can see. And I cannot fix myself anymore. Alert everyone we have Brotherhood incoming. I need your help to get to the infirmary. Hello? Hey! Don't just stand there! I need- ed- he- h- help- ppppppp."

The synth collapses to the ground. The young man rushes to help, but stops halfway, realizing he doesn't know what to grab first. A subtle sound of machinery powering down can be heard and the heavy breathing of the guy who's lost it completely. Some rescuer...