"All right, Edward. I'm getting you out of here, away from those bullies. But first-" She taps the computer's keyboard. It springs to life. "Bless nuclear batteries."

She starts going through files, downloading ones that might be interesting to her Pip-Boy.

Edward watches over her shoulder, confused. He shuffles a bit closer, his gurgling breathing right next to her ear.

Well. That's unnerving. 

Her job done, she disconnects her Pip-Boy and turns around to Edward.

He scuttles back, bouncing almost eagerly. He nods at the door several times.

"You got it, big guy. But quietly. We want to make a stealthy exit."

He cocks his head like he's curious, but his excited snuffling stops and he even tries to lower into a crouch.

Amy smiles. Yeah, she's keeping this one. 

"Okay. Follow me. Quietly."

She heads to the door, unlocks it and opens it quietly.

Seems to be all quiet out there. The creatures filling the Vault don't seem to be curious at all about the outside world beyond the open Vault door.

That's...a little concerning, and makes Amy wonder if there's better treasures to be found further below. But, she thinks as she looks back over her shoulder, she's got something better to take care of right now.

"Let's go, Edward," she whispers, leading the way out of the vault.

Edward makes a nasal sigh that sounds almost happy and follows her out.

Amy shuts the vault door behind them.

Elsewhere...

Rake frowns at the shaking walls again.

"Boss, for real, they're gonna break through."

His fellows behind him nod their heads in agreement. Three days of this was enough to make the whole crew nervous.

"Rake, have a little faith. I know more about destroying walls than these pathetic excuses for soldiers ever will."

Nathlee has her feet up on her desk, mirror in hand, reapplying lipstick. Where she got it is one mystery she will never tell. She snaps the mirror closed when she's done.

"Besides, these walls withstood nuclear fallout. What on earth could they do that hundreds of nukes couldn't?"

"Boss's got a point!" Someone calls.

Rake glares in their direction. 

"We're gonna run out of food at some point. We're trapped in here. What're they gonna do, give up and slink back home?" Rake says with a scoff.

Nathlee shrugs. "Or blow themselves up. That would be preferable."

Another explosion shakes the cave. Nathlee tuts at it.

"Please. They sound like tiny demo charges. We're not even worth a satchel."

Rake groans. "Nath, that one sounded a lot closer than the others. We need to try and send a message out. Surrender. People are going to be killed needlessly if-"

His words are cut off as a bullet rips through his skull. His corpse topples over and falls.

"Anyone else feel like telling me to surrender?"

She keeps the gun up. 

Her raiders are silent. 

"Good boys." She stows the pistol away. "Now, we wait patiently for the Enclave to give up or blow up."

After another hour, the shaking indeed stops.

The raiders wait, but then breathe a collective sigh of relief, which turns to laughter, congratulations, and a round of cheering for the boss.

Nathlee grins smugly.

"See, I told you. Everything will be fine. The Enclave know when they're beaten." She swings her legs back onto the ground, heading over to her personal armory. "Now, the question is, do we let them scamper off home or do we head out there and show them just the mistake they made?"

A ripple of saucy laughter echoes around the cave. A few raiders are already pulling on scrap metal armour, holstering weapons.

"Yes, you know just what mummy likes." Nathlee selects a laser musket, licking up the barrel to raucous cheers. She flashes a predatory grin. "Now, who's ready to show the Enclave the real power in the Wa-"