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Mel nods taking off her backpack and digging for it. She pauses. “Wait. Captain America? Like the comics?” She asks.

It seemed Garvey always had another long list of fetch quests for her. But this time. This time he actually had something useful.

He had alerted her to another nearby vault. And this- this was heavily guarded. She had to take out several protections and sentries as well as a few robo brains.

And then hack a few terminals which she managed to brute force her way through.

She made her way into the vault. It was pristine and locked down heavily. There was an office she couldn’t enter. If they were keeping Shawn anywhere… maybe they were keeping him here.

It’s with this though that she sees them. Cryo pods.

All empty except for one.

She hacks the terminal and opened it up.

“Hey… take it easy big guy… the frost lingers a bit.” Mel said.

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Steve fell out of the pod, and was hunched over coughing as he came back to consciousness. He then looked up at the woman in front of him and gasped a bit. “Peggy?” He asked confused. “Wait, sorry.” He added embarrassed.

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“Amelia.” She corrects. “Or Mel for short.”

She reaches out to support him. “The cold will pass in a few hours. But it will never really leave your bones… what’s your name?”

It seemed Garvey always had another long list of fetch quests for her. But this time. This time he actually had something useful.

He had alerted her to another nearby vault. And this- this was heavily guarded. She had to take out several protections and sentries as well as a few robo brains.

And then hack a few terminals which she managed to brute force her way through.

She made her way into the vault. It was pristine and locked down heavily. There was an office she couldn’t enter. If they were keeping Shawn anywhere… maybe they were keeping him here.

It’s with this though that she sees them. Cryo pods.

All empty except for one.

She hacks the terminal and opened it up.

“Hey… take it easy big guy… the frost lingers a bit.” Mel said.

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Steve fell out of the pod, and was hunched over coughing as he came back to consciousness. He then looked up at the woman in front of him and gasped a bit. “Peggy?” He asked confused. “Wait, sorry.” He added embarrassed.

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“We’ll find them.” Mel replies as she pulls away.

“But not on an empty stomach. With no sleep…”

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“I really hope you don’t get the hormones.” Mel retorts accepting the hug.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“No! No it’s fine I just…” she sniffs pulling herself together.

“The last persons hair I washed was my baby… and it’s been so long. I don’t even know where he is. He could be all grown up for all I know. I missed ten years. At least. And we can’t find the bastard that took him I just- I just want to hold him again… sorry- my body still thinks we just had him. So the hormones-“ she says as she dries her tears.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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Mel starts her work humming to herself as she goes. She’s humming a few popular songs from the radio. And then it morphs into something more lulabyeish. Like something someone would sing to their baby.

As soon as Mel realizes this the humming stops. She’s glad for the terrible lighting in the bathroom so he can’t see the tears she’s trying to Will away.

She wraps it up quickly. Toweling his hair dry with gentle care. Silent tears running down her cheeks.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“Well we can’t have that.” She replies with a laugh dragging a chair into he bathroom and facing it so she could easily stop up the sink to wash his hair.

“Well it’s not much of a beauty parlour but it’s what we’ve got.” She says gesturing to the chair while she sets up her shampoo and conditioner.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“Great. Oh- it’s not perfume just soap. I made it myself after some trial and error.” She replies.

“Speaking of- should we fix that hair of yours?”

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“There. Try that out.” Mel says as she pulls away slipping the Bobby pin into her hair.

There’s a waft of cherry blossom scent as she moves to stand.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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She purses her lips for a moment then hands him her pip boy with the flashlight on.

“Hold this steady for me.”

She then draws some Bobby pils from her bag and starts using them to clear out the gaps. Intensely focused.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“Don’t call me ma’am. It makes me feel old. Or feel that I look old I suppose… do you need a hand? Sorry- that came out insensitive. Do you need help?” She asks heading over to his side.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“Well I used to love when I went to the salon and had someone wash my hair for me. It’s the best feeling. I’ve got some soaps as well. And makeup remover for your raccoon eyes.” She smirks.

“So- and pardon if this is rude to ask. Your metal arm. That’s not a covering is it?”

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“I’d rather you pin me down but alright- I always carry sedative with me. Most of my friends made dumb decisions on a fairly regular basis.” Mel replies as they walk into the hotel.

She buys a room and leads Bucky to it.

“Alright. So I was thinking it’d be a good idea to clean up a bit before we hit Diamond city. It’s… basically a gated community. They’re kind of snobby. If you need help washing your hair I’ve got plenty of experience.” She says plopping down on one of the beds.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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Mel goes quiet. “Fine. But for the record. I don’t like this.”

She’s lying of course. There’s no way she’s doing as she’s told.

“I want to come with you when you go to the memory den. The scientist there knows me. And you might frighten her without a friendly face around.”

Translation. I’m not sure if I trust you yet.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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She laughs hollowly. “I know I just look like a little housewife. But I’ve killed Yao gui. Mobsters. And deathclaws. Plural. I’ve gone through the pain of not only birthing a child alone. Because my husband was at war. But also of losing my husband and child right in front of my eyes. I’ve killed synths. Ghouls. And supermutants. And the worst monsters of all humans.”

“You don’t tell me what to do soldier. I’m a mother. I outrank you.” She all but growls. Looking suddenly fierce.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“And so humble too.” Mel teases. She goes quiet after that though and silently reaches over to take his hand as she leads him to the hotel.

“You’re safe here. This place everyone Carries a gun. And Hancock usually isn’t very welcoming.”

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance

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“Yeah. You need to do more squats and less Chems.” Mel informs him.

“Okay ha ha. Not everyone can look as good as you two. Frozen specimens.” John replies.

Mel shoves him.

He laughs. “See you too around. And you… take care of my best girl alright?”

Mel waves and starts heading out.

Mel was doing some scrapping when Dogmeat’s ears flattened back against his head. And he’s growling.

Mel pulls her pistol and follows the dog’s lead.

There’s a man- maybe a Ghoul sitting on a chair staring at the wall.

Too much hair for a ghoul. Unless it’s wearing a wig. Or it’s fresh.

“Hey! You friendly?” She barks.

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The Soldier's handler had died of something in the night, he didn't wonder how and he didn't need to, he needed to wait for a new handler. So he waited, sitting on a broken chair covered in dust and blood. He heard the voice and turned his head slightly, enough that his left ear was closer to the voice and could better pick it up. His hair fell in his face, his eyes covered in soot like makeup, his mask pulled over his mouth and nose. He was armed but he didn't draw his weapon. He didn't speak. There was nothing of note behind his eyes that she could see from this distance