Anywho, hopefully another chapter soon, and I do enjoy reviews, so please g-me g-me. Since as I said earilier, I currently have a list of ideas, I probably wont accept suggestions for a little while longer, but as always feel free to P.M. me or comment with which idea you want to take and where and when you will post it so's I can see it.

I wanted too do a second part for this concept, just because I wanted to show an example of Taylors actual Fallout power abilities and how pissy its going to make Armsmaster…

Irradiated Worm Part 2

Emily Piggot stared through the one way glass at the person who was apparently Taylor Hebert, plus twenty or so years spent in a radioactive waste land.

Piggot shook her head. She had heard of weird triggers, but if the story hard looking woman in the interrogation room was true, she was a prodigious soldier and killer with a body count in the low quadruple digits, and the trauma to match. But her more immediate concern was if her story of how she triggered was true, well, then she had a soldier with access to frankly stupidly advanced weaponry. Piggot sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose irritably.

'Who the hell even thought of a shoulder mounted Nuke launcher?'

2 hours ago…

After a incredibly tense discussion, and promises from both Armsmaster and the director, Taylor had agreed to allow them to take Sophia, Emma, and Madison into custody, afterwards Colin had welcomed Taylor who had asked him to refer to her as Courier into his workshop so she could tinker.

He had been expecting some interesting things, but not the whole, dimensional pocket, advanced nuclear and energy based weaponry and interesting.

That had changed when Taylor had managed to build a plasma rifle and full suit of combat armor, both of which when tested were incredibly lethal, and incredibly effective in their respective cases. And then when they had brought Taylor down to firing range and told her to show an example of her weapons, from weakest to strongest, she had started with a pistol, then to a simple rifle, then to a laser rifle, then a grenade launcher, then an anti-material rifle that had blasted a head of a mannequin, the final weapon that she brought out had been the mini-nuke launcher, of course she hadn't actually said what it was before she had fired it, where the targets at the end of the firing range, there now was a smoking, slightly radioactive crater.

Now she was currently cycling through her weapons, using the supplies Armsmaster had provided to fix up each unique weapon in turn. He wasn't really sure how she was managing to do that with duct-tape, a little scrap metal, and some wonder glue.

Collin had to shake his head as he watch her work. The woman wasn't a tinker, her technology could conceivably be reproduced, but hell if he knew how to do it, everything, from the self contained energy systems to the nuts and bolts strapping it all together, all of it was just different enough for Armsmaster to not know how to even begin working on it.

His earpiece buzzed, signaling for Armsmaster to bring Taylor to into the interrogation room, Director Piggot wanted Armsmaster to take a crack at her.

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Taylor stared at the thick-set woman across from her who said that she was the director of the PRT, the woman in charge of Sophia.

"Lets be honest, are you a Parahuman?"

Taylor shook her head.

"Technically? No. Everything I learned can be taught, reproduced, built, or otherwise imitated. I might technically qualify on your rankings in a few categories, but I don't have a Gemma."

Piggot nodded.

"And what do you intend to do about Sophia?"

Taylors eye twitched slightly as she suppressed a visible reaction, and instead, leaned forward, the leather and metal of her trench coat and armor creaking and clinking.

"I think the better question is what do you intend to do? You are the one who was supposed to be looking after her. While Sophia and I were… discussing things…. I learned she was on probation. So how the hell did she get away with all this crap?"

Piggot shrugged helplessly before giving Taylor a long, calculating look.

"What if I told you I could get her bird-caged?"

One of Taylor's eyebrows rose.

"Birdcaged? I'd say tell me more."

Piggot withdrew a sheaf paper from a folder and slid it over to the other woman.

"If you sign up for the protectorate, and agree to a production of your weaponry, not only will we pay you obscene amounts of money, we would cage Sophia, and assist in the prosecution of Emma, Sophia, and the staff of Winslow. You would even have free rain as a Protectorate affiliate, and could assist on patrols if you so desired. The possibilities for someone with your talents are endless, so, what do you say?"

Taylor grasped the slim paper and brought it up to read, her disbelief and then amusement growing apparent as she read through the contract.

"I'd say tell me more."

End

Last fallout chapter. I figure this would actually be a semi-believable reaction, not only because Sophia done f-d up, but having someone who can make shoulder launching nukes, let alone if they can make some the more crazy weapons from fallout like the Orbital lasers from Poseidon, the Securitrons, or the big nukes from lonely road, or even the power armor, especially since they would hopefully be able to be reproduced by normal people.

Next chapter is the 300, because this. Is. Sparta!