Minutes turned into hours, the day turned into night... Nothing happened. Not a damn thing. The Brotherhood assault didn't happen, to be more precise. Maybe that guy lied? Maybe he only wanted to scare her? Although scaring the Overseer was technically not possible.

Jim was returning to his quarters when he stumbled into the Overseer. The synth looked brand new and had a big smile on its face. "So unlike her," Jim thought.

"I'd like to thank you. For saving me. Even though I am not OK with you running on the hallways - we are going to need major repairs - I am grateful for what you did. According to my calculations, if you would have been only 5 minutes late to the infirmary, I wouldn't have made it. Those plasma discharges really messed me up. I moved the Autodoc in my office. So, hopefully, next time I'm damaged, I will be able to fix myself faster."

"Great, she's worried about the damn floor. You're welcome, bitch!" Jim thought to himself, then mumbled: "You're welcome, ma'am."

"Walk with me. I want a full report."

The synth turned right and Jim started following it closely, eventually catching up with it.

"Well, nothing happened, ma'am. This day was pretty much uneventful."

The 'toaster' was back into its usual jump suit, but for some reason Jim would find the costume... curvy. Dropping his eyes down the Overseer's chest, the young man runs head forward into a support column. Ouch!

"Your behavior is illogical," the Overseer noted. "Are you sick?"

No, he's not sick. Or maybe he is? He felt a strange sensation in his stomach all day; like dozens of bloatflies were swarming there. What the hell is happening to him?

"No, I just wasn't paying atten-"

"Shut up."

"Okay... I was just-"

"Be quiet! There's someone here."

"You're shitting me." Jim looks around in disbelief.

"I am not shitting on you."

"DROP DEAD!"

The guard could hear a voice coming from his left, but he couldn't see anything. Another intruder with a Stealth Boy? Jim instinctively places himself in front of the Overseer, but the synth pushes him away. She then raises her right hand and her palm suddenly starts spitting fire. The hallway turns bright and a body in flames falls to the ground, screaming in agony. Then, a gunshot. Jim collapses.

"I don't do requests," the Overseer lowers her hand and turns to Jim.

"What the hell were you thinking? Were you always this stupid or are you trying to get yourself killed? I have armor plating, bullets can't hurt me. And if something *does* happen, I can always be fixed. You can't."

Jim sits on the ground, angry and clearly in pain. The bullet fired by the intruder scraped his left shoulder. You'd think she'd be more grateful that he tried to take a bullet for her. No, he wasn't always this stupid! Only since the moment he saw her naked this morning. This day be damned! He fell for a toaster. He remembered when he used to call her that and have a good laugh. What the hell happened?!

"So, what's that thing? A flame thrower?" Jim inquires, trying to direct his attention away from the pain.

"Yes. I've got upgrades," the synth grins. "Since I can't see the bastards, I can just 'spray and pray'. Doctor Collin's idea. Pretty neat, uh?"

"Yeah, neat..." Jim crawls further away from the Overseer. She'd better not trigger that fucking flamer by mistake! He's already in enough pain as it is.

"For the first time in my life I'm... pissed off," the synth continues. "They come into my Vault, they sneak around killing people, they try to destroy me, my office is in ruins, and I had repairs on 57 percent of my body. I'm going to find out who's behind this, who keeps letting these bastards into my Vault! C'mon, let's go. If this man is here, there could be more. Get up."

"Give me a second!"

"Stop being such a pussy."

"He fucking shot me!" Jim yells.

"It's is just a scratch. C'mon, you will rest when you're dead."

They both head to the vault door, occasionally stopping, so the synth can listen. Nothing... Jim was still wondering why he jumped in front of the Overseer; he still couldn't believe it. The rifle was heavier than usual and the pain in his shoulder was getting worse. They finally arrived at the vault's entrance. The synth orders everyone to be quiet and listens carefully.

"Gentlemen... Allow me to break the ice," she says raising her right hand. Flames burst out and four silhouettes start running in the room, screaming, and eventually collapsing to the ground, decloaking.

"You are terminated," the Overseer lowers her hand. "I am going to check the logs now," she says, connecting her Pip-Boy to the entrance console. "Officer Mark Kimsey opened this door at 7:34 pm. And again this morning at 2:41 am."

A security guard rushes out from the inner chamber. Jim tackles him with his good shoulder and they both fall to the ground. The Overseer approaches them, grabs the man by his suit, and gets him back on his feet.

"Fine, you caught me," yells the man, struggling to break free. "Whatcha gonna do about it, uh? You metal bitch! You can't do shit! Your programming doesn't allow you to harm a human being, unless in self-defense. Especially one of your *precious* vault dwellers. Right?"

"Wrong." The synth takes a 10 mm from the hands of another security guard and shots the traitor in the head.

"Jesus! You killed him!" Jim yells.

"Of course. I'm a terminator," the Overseer grins.

"You're a what? Since when?"

"Since people came into my Vault and tried to tear me apart, piece by piece. Do you have any idea how that feels?"

"No?" Jim shrugs, then immediately regrets his decision. The pain in his shoulder became unbearable. He really needs to see a doctor.

"Me neither. But I don't intend to find out."

The Overseer walks away. "I need a vacation..."