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Fallout 3: War Never Changes	By : KMAC Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 35330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout 3. i wish i did but thats not the case. i also make no money from this story. it is just entertainment written by a huge Fallout fan.

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Andrew Ross stood outside the steel door that led to Overseer Almodovar’s chamber alongside his escort Vault 101 Security Officer Gomez. He was thinking of the best way to broach this tender subject with a man who already disliked Andrew greatly and for all that he knew, wanted to kill him. He took a deep breath and touched Officer Gomez’s shoulder before opening the door.
Sitting behind the half circle desk of mahogany and steel sat the gray haired Overseer Alphonse Almodovar. His fingers were steepled, clearly dreading this encounter as much as Andrew was.
“Take a seat, Ross.” stated the Overseer flatly as he sat back in his leather desk chair. Andrew sat down across from the desk and leaned slightly forward.
The Overseer said nothing for a few moments while Andrew sat there under his gaze, preparing his remarks. Deciding on a diplomatic strategy to start with, Andrew would use that as his platform and discover where that path led eventually.
“It seems as though it has been a very long time. I must ask now, why are you here?” Overseer Almodovar said finally after a sigh. His eyes didn’t look angry, he just looked as if he wanted to get this meeting over with and hopefully Andrew would leave the vault once and for all.
“I heard a broadcast from Amata. She needed help with something. I would not have come back if that recording was from anybody else. There are too many memories here.” Andrew started. Alphonse looked as though he had no clue that his daughter had sent out an S.O.S. on the vault frequency, but to his credit the Overseer did not interrupt.
“I have come to solve this problem.” Andrew said after a moment’s silence. Alphonse shifted in his chair.
“Well young man, I know all about Amata’s…request.” Alphonse said before taking a moment, “that said, opening the vault door is much too dangerous and would invite the worst elements of that wasteland into the vault. It would destroy us.”
“Or maybe it could help you. If you do decide to open that vault door and there comes no profit to yourself or the vault, you could always just close it back up. You are still the safest place in the wasteland.” Andrew offered. Alphonse was ready for this and stood his ground.
“the wasteland would destroy our population.” Alphonse said evenly. Andrew thought for a moment.
“staying trapped underground will eventually destroy your population too. Unless you invite exploration and people to join your vault, then your entire population will be extinct within 10 years.” Andrew said.

“well…you have a point. But this is still my vault.” Alphonse said slowly shaking his head as he stared at Andrew with those intense green eyes.
“Is that so? You cant even control your own security. I have proof that they plan on raiding the rebels at midnight without your say. Your daughter will most likely fight back. And she will most likely be injured during.” Andrew said.
“Proof…” Alphonse started, his eyes now wide with worry. Andrew handed him the holotape. Within its metallic innards was the proof that Alphonse’s own security team meant to raid the rebels in the night… and their intentions to kill whomever stood against them. Alphonse grew quiet.
The Overseer went to his desk and brought out a bottle of scotch and two glasses. He poured the strong liquid and slid one of the glasses over to Andrew and they drank quietly together.
After the glasses were finished, Alphonse stood and motioned for Andrew to do the same.
“You have truly opened my eyes. I will step down as the Overseer of vault 101. I shall go and deliver this news to Amata myself. Please come along with me, I would like you to be there when the news is given.” Alphonse said before walking over to the steel door and opening it up.
Andrew walked along with Alphonse silently, neither caring to chat about current events. Their footsteps echoed off of the cold metal floor as they descended the steps and made their way finally to the rebel’s room. Freddie Gomez greeted them with hostility.
“Almodovar, what are you doing here in rebel territory, are you looking to die?” Freddie asked brandishing a switchblade knife.
“Out of my way Freddie, I have important business to discuss with my daughter.” Alphonse said coolly. Freddie looked to Andrew questioningly. Andrew simply nodded without a word. Freddie put away his knife and stepped aside as Alphonse and Andrew made their way to the former doctor’s office that now served as the rebels’ headquarters.
When Alphonse stepped into the room, Amata rose from a desk and met the two.
“What do you want dad?” Amata said flatly, a hand on her perfectly rounded hips. Alphonse almost didn’t know what to say, but he decided to just come out and get it over with.
“Amata, honey. I have decided, along with the help of your friend Andrew, that I am no longer fit to lead the vault. It seems the responsibility has fallen to you. Take leadership of the vault, and do with it what you will. I have instilled in you the proper virtues of leadership. Hard work, dedication, and the need to do whatever it takes to protect your people. Now I shall leave, I am sure there are those who want your attention now, Overseer Amata Almodovar.”
With that Alphonse left, a new smile on his face. It was as if the world had been lifted from his shoulders. Amata herself looked shocked and grateful. Now was the moment of truth for Andrew. Would he come back to the society he had loved?
“Wow, Andrew. I don’t know what to say. Thank you! You have saved the vault.” Amata said. It seemed very genuine to Andrew. He smiled as she hugged him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“What will become of the vault?” Andrew asked. Amata wiped a happy tear from her dark eyes before she spoke.
“Im going to open the vault for recreation and trade. And I will try to help those who need shelter. But most of all, I will do whatever it takes to protect us.” Amata stated. She seemed professional all of the sudden and it was quite attractive to Andrew. He smiled and decided he would have to ask the question. Andrew sensed that Amata knew what he would ask. So he took the chance.
“What is to become of us?” Andrew asked and he saw Amata silently gearing up for her answer.
“Andrew, I love you. you’ve always been my best friend. And I want to thank you for saving the vault. But there is no place for you here. Not anymore. After your dad left your place left as well. There are still people here who blame you for a lot of what happened that night.” Amata said matter of factly.
“So what, are you kicking me out of the vault?” Andrew asked, feeling his temper rise for the first time since that night.
“Yes, Andrew. You belong in the wasteland now. There will always be doubts from the rest of the people here. You need to leave now. I am sorry.” Amata said before turning her back on her friend of so many years.
Andrew was angry. Angrier than he had ever felt before in his life. He was betrayed. Amata Almodovar, his first true love and best friend had accepted his help when she needed it, but now that the work was done, she was kicking Andrew to the curb.
Andrew pulled his 10mm pistol out and pointed the cold steel at the back of Amata Almodovar’s head. She heard the click of the hammer and froze, although not in fear.
“Revenge?” Amata asked evenly. The other rebels around Amata picked up various weapons and started to advance upon Andrew.
“Stop it, right now. He must make a choice.” Amata called out, the others immediately froze and murmured to each other as the tension increased. Andrew took the safety off and gripped the pistol in both hands as rage boiled in his temples. She would throw him out after he single handedly saved everybody in the vault? How could she?
“Do what you think you have to do…my friend.” Amata said, eyes closed as a single teardrop of fear caressed her hot cheek.
Andrew steadied himself. He tensed up. He set his jaw…and he made his choice.
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