Afton and Boone make small talk with Samuel as they eat their meals. It isn't the best thing they'd ever eaten, but it sure beats dry rations or rad scorpion meat. Karl had eventually come back after selling everything, distributing the caps which added another 650 caps to Afton personal stockpile.
The trio shared a couple shots of Vodka with one another, Samuel joining in as they had a small celebration that none of them had died yet. Yes, it was slightly morbid to be celebrating that specifically, but the group didn't care all that much.
Something Afton found funny as well as irritating was the fact that even after many, many drinks. Boone still wouldn't relax. The man was always on edge, ready to spin around and start shooting...
Afton shakes his head and leaves the two of them to continue drinking, he was a bit tipsy, but he had something else to work on right now. It might take a day or two, but it'd definitely be worth it.
Pulling out his tools he walked over to the Protectron sat next to Dirt-Bird and started dismantling it. His maxed out repair skill had already given him all the knowledge he needed to know to properly disassemble the robot without damaging any of its components.
It was a bit freaky to have the robot asking him to stop as he pulled it apart. It didn't recognise him as a RobCo mechanic and was programmed to request him to stop... The reason for this? Most Protectrons were powered by a Fission Battery. The problem was in its name, "Fission
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