Security Chief Paul Hannon Sr. took his duties seriously and his loyalty to the Overseer was unshakeable. The Overseer's word was law and it was up to him and his security force to uphold it.
As such, he was also the Overseer's right hand man and any order he was given was completed without question.
His trust was rewarded when the Overseer sat him down late one night and gave him a high priority task which was strictly confidential.
"I need you to escort the doctor's daughter here tomorrow at precisely midnight," the Overseer ordered. "She will be awaiting your arrival. No one must see her, do you understand? Discretion is of the highest importance."
"Yes, Sir."
The Overseer steepled his fingers and flicked his gaze to the window overlooking the Atrium. "And be sure to keep the halls clear for…" Paul waited patiently as the other man seemed to lose himself in thought.
A smirk grew slowly across the man's face. "2 hours should do it. Yes, I think 2 hours is plenty of time."
It was easy enough to dispatch his security force to different areas of the Vault to create a clear pathway straight to the Overseer's office. No one but Officer Gomez had questioned their adjusted schedule and one firm glance toward the man had him falling back in line. Gomez was too soft hearted for Security work in Paul's opinion but he was easy enough to cow into submission.
Still, he made sure to assign the officer to one of the farthest corners to patrol and once he was sure that the halls were clear Paul set out to complete his task.
He buzzed the intercom twice to signal his arrival at the girl's residence and only had to wait a moment before the door slid open and she stepped delicately out. She wasn't wearing the assigned Vault 101 jumpsuit which was irksome but he pressed his lips together to keep back the reprimand. Surely she wouldn't be seeing the Overseer like that if he hadn't requested it.
The pale pink silk robe revealed the delicate skin of her breasts and fell to midthigh with a sheer pair of stockings that led down toward a pair of matching heels. Her hair flowed loosely in soft curls and a dash of eye makeup and perfectly painted and glossed lips completed the picture of a walking dream.
She fidgeted under his scrutiny and looked quickly to the side before she whispered, "Shouldn't we be leaving?"
Paul gave her a hard nod and a firm, "Keep up," then started down the hall. She did so quietly and obediently followed him to their destination. He knocked twice on the Overseer's office door then let himself and his companion inside.
The Overseer was already standing, hazel eyes fixed firmly on the girl who didn't move an inch from her place behind Paul.
"I trust no one saw you," the man asked as he moved from behind his desk and approached them.
"No, Sir." Paul replied then shifted a few steps away as the other man came to a halt in front of the doctor's daughter.
"Good," the Overseer muttered distractedly. "Very good. You may leave us now and stand guard outside. Ensure the halls remain clear until it is time for you to escort her back and absolutely do not disturb us." Suddenly hard eyes looked directly into Paul's. "Do I make myself clear?"
He nodded then removed himself from the room to settle into his new post. The door was just sliding closed behind him as he heard the Overseer softly murmur, "Happy eighteenth birthday, darling."
One hour and 40 minutes later, the door behind him opened and the Overseer appeared without a stitch out of place. The same could not be said for the girl in his arms.
She was a disheveled mess from her makeup-less face to her naked feet. The robe she wore was left open to show the thin camisole that had been hidden beneath it and the stockings were gone. As if sensing his stare, the girl opened one hazy eye to meet his gaze then turned her face into the Overseer's chest as if to hide herself.
"There, there," the man mumbled. "Chief Hannon is going to take you back to your room. Be a good girl for him." Paul watched unabashedly as the girl clenched one fist into the man's jumpsuit before she gave a slight nod and let go. The Overseer attempted to place the girl gently down but she whimpered as the metal flooring met her feet.
The Overseer tutted once then lifted the girl back up and looked expectedly toward Paul who barely hesitated a moment before reaching out to take her into his own arms. Paul wasn't unfamiliar with carrying the weight of another person and regularly hoisted the weight of a drunk Ellen DeLoria at least once a week so the freshly turned eighteen year old's lighter weight was no issue.
"Mind your hands," the Overseer instructed as Paul shifted the girl slightly. "Take her directly to her room then report back here. We'll need to discuss a schedule moving forward."
Paul pressed his lips together into a firm line, his mind already adjusting schedules and considering different rotations of his officers.
"This will be a regular occurrence?"
"Yes." The Overseer ran a hand tenderly over the girl's hair who leaned into the touch with a small smile. "It certainly will."
And it did.
Twice a week Paul led the increasingly confident teen to and from her residence with most of their trips back involving him carrying and tucking the exhausted girl back into bed.
It was a thing of beauty to watch the two act as they did during the day.
The Overseer would barely acknowledge the girl and she, in return, continued to carry on as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She continued to be best friends with Amata, the Overseer's daughter, and didn't cause a ripple of trouble.
Paul, however, found himself toeing the line of duty more than once since they began their midnight trips and it all started with her literally stumbling down the stairs.
She was glancing down at her Pip-Boy, fiddling with one of the dials as she descended down the steps that led from the Atrium down to the Lower Level and Paul was just about to ask her to mind her step when the back end of her Vault issued boot slid and she went skidding forward. He reacted quickly and caught her in a clumsy hug just before she hit the landing.
"Oh," she breathed as recognition set in. Her fingers dug into his arms as she righted herself and he was struck momentarily dumb as the familiar smell of her perfume hit him and wide eyes met his own. "Thank you," she whispered.
His throat clicked as he simply nodded at her gratitude then carefully extracted the delicate hands that clutched to his arms. Her skin was soft and warm and he already missed the feeling as he uttered an, "Be more careful on the stairs," and continued on by her. He could feel her eyes on his back as he ascended the stairs and it took all of his willpower to not look back.
He thought of his wife, Viki, waiting for him in their own residence and grimaced at the stab of guilt of enjoying even a moment of the much younger girl's body against his own.
It all went downhill from there.