"If I never see a mini-nuke again, it'll be too soon. How the Enclave got their hands on some I'll never know."

"...Ouch. I mean, slightly-less-mini nukes are not hard to make if you get your hands on enough quality nuclear material. Just kind of incredibly dangerous, which is why I don't touch it."

"Plus messing around with technology we weren't ready for is exactly how this-" He gestures to the wastelands, "-happened."

"Right. All in all, I'm going to ignore that feature."

"Probably for the best. We won't need it for the Memorial any how. Too close quarters."

"Yep, SMGs and lasers all the way for that one. Minimal impact on the heavy scientific gear - if they haven't destroyed it all already."

“We locked the door pretty securely. And we had turrets in the main room set up, should anyone breach the door. Though you’re right, nineteen years is a long time.”

"We'll see..."

Tinkering continues. Eventually, he lifts off and heads towards the memorial.

Amy and Edward join them at 5, and over the short flight to the Memorial, Amy and James exchange quiet words in a corner.

"Let the bots take hits whenever possible. I can fix 'em with the supply you promised me. Meat doesn't fix as easily."

He'll earn more in the long run if his employers live to see tomorrow.

"Agreed," Amy says to James.

James gives her a very sad look.

"Hmph. ETA, 8 minutes."

The zeppelin turns.

Amy takes apart her pistols, fits them with red energy cells, inspects the parts, and puts them back together.

James simply looks out the window, tapping his thigh with one finger.

Edward bounces nervously.

"Robots lead the way!" They stream out of the airship as soon as it lands, holding fire until they're noticed. If that's immediately, they're equipped to disembark buns blazing.

The few super mutants hanging around outside take shots at the zeppelin as it approaches, and then let out guttural screams and charge once they spot the robots.

"Stay here, Edward. James." Amy charges her pistols and exits with the robots.

Edward wraps a slimy tentacle around James's arm to keep him in the zeppelin.

The bots aren't as good at aiming as a human, but super mutants are big targets and they are spending a prodigious amount of ammo, very fast.

"I'm gonna take off and get the hell out of here if I see explosives or a minigun or something like that, by the way."

"They're not smart enough to use that. Besides, the bots and Amy are smart enough to take them down."

He's looking rather forlornly at the fight.

"The bots aren't that smart, the performance you're seeing is me making on-the-fly corrections over here."

The stream of reinforcing super mutants continues to run into bullets and lasers and Flamethrower Bot's exultant scream at finally using his weapon on something.

The super mutants finally lay dead, the ones outside the Memorial at least.

"We're heading in, we'll signal once its clear," Amy says to a bot, knowing Nick is listening.