Ten minutes passed before I was finished processing and abs the flood of information and experiehat had rushed its way inside my head.

  Damn, that was a lot to deal with.

  With nothing holding me up any longer, I hopped off my bed and made my way over to the ste area part of my room. The moment I arrived in front of them, I crouched down and unlocked my toy box first. Standing back up, I moved over and began unlog all the ste ets I had lined up against the walls of my room to hold the ever-increasing amount of loot I'm h.

  Over a few dozen seds ter, I had all the ste ets I needed access to unlocked and opehe many ets in front of me tained an assortment ed ons, armor, ammo, meds, pouches, and many, many different materials that I use in all sorts of projects.

  I've made impressive progress so far, especially for my age, if I do say so myself. And that little excursion I have pnned for today will help accelerate that progress even further. But that progress will mainly be stat oriented, unfortunately, because from the information I've gathered, the old vault mines have been stripped of most of their resources.

  That said, as I get older, my progress ierial acquisition area should substantially increase since I'll be able to get my hands on the necessary parts needed for produg robots. When that day es, I'll be able to build myself a few workers and use them to assist me in building some of the robots I got pnned, such as a mining bot. That specifie I'll send into the deep earth vault mines, which have repced the older stripped oo gather the ore and different kinds of minerals I'll require for my preparations.

  After spending a few more seds deep in thought, staring off in the dire of my stockpile, I pulled myself out of it and got busy. Pig up my body armor from one of the tall ets hanger first, I started equipping it. Right as I had it equipped with all its parts, I grabbed my war belt and looped it around my waist.

  Once I had the belt fully looped and secured around my waist, I followed it up by attag a number of pouches to it, including my IFAK (individual first aid kit) and a couple of other things to it via the mags running throughout it. Just as I got doh that, I grabbed both of my bat knives and put one in the sheath located on my boot and the other in the sheath positioned on the right side of my war belt.

  Finished handling that, I grabbed 10 MFC Grenades and pced them into the pouches I had attached to my war belt. As soon as I had my grenades secured in their respective pouches, I took my 12G Laser Pistol and hid it in one of the rger pouches on the war belt for now, to avoid any potential trouble involved with having a firearm.

  From there, I threw my Alty I had crafted a while ago on my head ahe armored visor flipped in the upright position, sihere was no reason to have it down just yet. With it sitting snuggly upon my head, I took hold of my retly crafted bde, Guillotine and attached it to the magic attat point I had made just for it on my back.

  Now that I had all my gear equipped, I gave my equipment as well as myself a look over to see if I was missing anything. I wasn't, hence I started walking towards my bedroom door to get this show on the road.

  Hmm, I might get hungry out there, so I should probably take some energy bars and a tainer of water with me... You know what, just in case shit hits the fan and I somehow get stu the mines for a while, let me bring along enough for a few days.

  So before I headed out the door to go to the mines, I turned right around arieved a few energy bars and protein bars from my snack stash and shoved them into one of the pouches sitting on my war belt. Prepared as I could be, I exited my room and made my way through the house to the fridge and grabbed a rge tainer of water, and attached it to the rear of my war belt to keep it out of the way.

  Okay, now that I got some emergency rations, I'm good to go now. Alright time to head to the mines a some levels.

  Once I'd made sure I had everything I needed, I quickly left my home behind and began my trek through the gray vault hallways, moving in the dire of the vault mines and the material processing area.

  ...

  It took a while, but around the 20 minute mark or so, I reached my destination. When I finally did, I took a brief look around the area and spotted a rough-looking old man wearing a light-colored leather hat rexing in a fy chair positioned by what looked to be the trols for the old vault mine doors.

  That's probably the old guy I was told to talk to if I want to ehe mines.

  Walking up to the man, I asked, while pointing at the beefy metal door. "Hey old man, you open that door for me?"

  He gave me a look over and responded jokingly. "Who are you calling old youngin? I'm a young 65 and my name is Old Mae, but only I get to call myself old, got it!"

  I chuckled and replied. "Sure, sure, Old Mae."

  "As for this here door, youngin, the answer will be a hell no unless you're on the list of people that are allowed entry. By the way youngin, what's your name?" Old Mae asked.

  "My name is Harold Todd Woods." I answered.

  Hearing my ahe old man nodded and said. "Then in that case you head on in youngin since I've already gotten word you would be ing and to let you through."

  The old man paused for a sed and tinued with a serious look on his face while pointing his thumb at the rge metal door behind him. "But before I let you go explore inside, let me give you a word of warning first. This door leads into the old mines and is the only way bato vault 101. So make sure you don't get lost or veoo far away from the main tunnels off onto one of the many offshoots dug out by the previous vault miners and mole rats that now inhabit them because if you do, you're basically fucked."

  He took a brief moment to let the information sink in and tinued on to his sed warning. "For my sed warning, if you hear a rumbling sound and feel a vibration you best run at your fastest speed possible back here youngin because that segment of the mine you're in could be colpsing and if not that you may have pissed off the mole rats whi that case they will swarm you and tear you apart."

  "Those are the things you o be worried about in there, so if that didn't put you off and you still want to ehe mines, I'll open the doors for ya."

  I took a sed to process the information and responded swiftly, not deterred the least bit. "Thanks for the information, Old Mae. I should be able to handle myself as long as I don't end up surrounded o too deep into the mines."

  "Well, you look like you've e prepared youngin so I'll give you that. But as I said before, if you hear that rumbling, I would reend you turn tail and run like hell for the doors because that rumbling could be caused by an ining mole rat hoard. If that ends up happening, the turrets set up outside will be your lifeline and the only way of preventing yourself from being torn to pieces." The old man responded with a smile.

  Aowledging the old man's words with a nod of my head, he turned around in his chair the moment and pressed a big red button on the trol panel o him, which immediately set off a high pitched chirping sound around the general viity. A few moments passed before the rge metal doors began to slowly move with a metal grinding sound. Ten seds ter, the metal doors settled into p the open position, revealing the old no longer used mine behind it.

  With the en, I looked over to Old Mae and said. "Thanks again, old man."

  "No problem youngin, just don't go a yourself killed."

  Throwing an okay gesture at the old man in response, I flipped my Bck Alty's visor down, turned on the mounted light, and walked through the rge set of metal doors leading into the old mines. While I was walking through them, I noticed they were around 10 feet or a bit more than 3 meters thick, which seemed a bit overkill just to keep a bunole rats at bay. However, I guess one ever be too careful or too prepared here in the wastend.

  Once I made it past the doors aered the actual mines, I did the smart thing and sed my surroundings to get a yout of the mine and to see if there were any immediate threats in the area. As I was sing my surroundings, I eventually looked back at the mirance ceiling and walls and as soon as I had, I couldn't help myself from letting loose a whistle at the sight that resented.

  *Whistle*

  "There ain't no damn way any mole rats are getting through that, or even a pack of death cws, for that matter." I ented aloud, more than impressed looking at the rge number of turrets mourewn about all over the walls and ceiling of the tuhat sisted of two dozeurrets as well as twatling-style ballistic turrets.

  I definitely won't have to worry about shit if I run back here with a horde of mole rats right on my tail. I'll have to build myself something parable to these iure when I get a base setup in the wastend one day.

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