“I can’t really be sure what it looks like from the air, but it did have a huge sign out the front, with the symbol. That might be visible?”

She looks out the window, squinting, as if trying to see how close it is. “It’s just outside DC, in a kind of...industrial area? As close as you can get to one that close to the President’s house.”

"Office park? Industrial park? Whatever it's called... Yeah, I think I see it on my map, I'll poke you when we're there."

"I'll keep enjoying the view!" 

She and Edward crowd against a window, watching the world roll by beneath them.

That's Washington, alright.

Some bots are assembling into line and spouting macho lines. "Objective: Retake building. Those commies won't stand a chance!"

Amy salutes them merrily. “We’ll get those Reds, fellas!”

Edwards tries to shrink behind Amy, making worried huffs.

"No need to worry, I have their threat detection well and truly hacked. Though if nothing has to shoot anything that's always less risky, of course. ETA two minutes and there's a clear spot on the top of the tower, thank you for flying Scrapheap Airways."

Amy laughs. “Your company was a pleasure, as always,” She jokes to the intercom. 

In the two minutes before they land, she checks both her pistols. Then considers her pack, she could leave it here, though if he takes off without her, that’s all her belongings gone. Might be taking trust a bit too far. 

Instead, she gives it to Edward, tying the straps over his chest. 

He bounces excitedly with his new responsibility. 

"The bots know what kinds of scavenge I want. I'll be keeping station above and relaying commands to them. Prepare for deboarding."

The zeppelin scrapes and clatters into place. "Also, it's not a crash if you can fly away after."

Robots file out, brandishing weapons.

“Flawless logic.”

Amy files out with the bots, Edward following behind. “See you in a few hours!”

Zeppelin takes off.

One of the combat robots reminds her, "Loaded for bear and ready for orders, sarge!"

“All right boys, full sweep. Anything moves or shakes, we take it down. Unless it’s human and talks first,” Amy says, holding in a laugh. 

She heads for the nearest entry point. It’s locked, and she could pick it, but why do that when you are accompanied by a living battering ram? 

“Edward? Little help, bud?”

Edward sizes up the door, then throws his entire body against it. It only takes two tries before the door splinters apart. 

He makes a triumphant sigh. 

"Good breach. Let's move out! Orders from top say to recover stuff for the eggheads!" Robots start through the door.

Amy follows them in, Edward squeezing in behind her. The staircase only heads down one floor, and lets out into what seems to be offices. A few still have plaques on the doors displaying who used to own them. 

“Hmmm. We need someone relatively high up...” she muses to herself. The first few offices seem to be for management or admin, neither of which will tell her which Vault has a GECK. She keeps heading along. 

The first floor looks out to the ground floor, ostensibly a showroom for Vault-tec. 

According to schematics for the building, there is a basement floor. 

"Hey, sarge, command says they've got some gizmo to see through the floor if we need it."

No luck on this floor. She gets to the end of the row and finds herself in sales of all things. She turns back, heading for the stairwell.

“We’ll need it, soldier. Ground floor it is.”

"Supply run boys, let's go! L-Z is on the roof!"

About half the bots head back upstairs without her.

Amy heads downstairs, leading the way to the show room. Maybe the boys will be able to tunnel down, if there’s no obvious way down. 

As soon as Amy emerges onto the main floor, there’s a murderous, joyful scream. 

“HUUUUUUMAAAAAAANS!”

“Aw, hell.”

Amy unholsters her pistols. 

Nick's robots have rather a lot of firepower to unleash.

They start to fan out aggressively for a few seconds, then shift tactics as one.

"Fire and maneuver! Drop incendiaries and let the reds walk into hell!"

“KILL THE HUMAN!” 

There’s at least ten of them, four rushing at Amy with what looks like iron bars. There’s still lumps of concrete attached to them. 

The rest are firing at the group from the walls.