[ He starts rummaging, passes over radiated food and junk stock. He has enough stimpaks to survive for a couple of weeks so he's not that desperate. There's nothing else useful, not even ammunition. He's about ready to call to move on, when he notices the black and white familiar pattern half-hidden under a booth.
He remembers the Big MT, and tries to forget. Tries not to think of Moebius and Ulyssess and Christine.
He snags the holotape and pops it in to his Pimp-Boy. ]
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He remembers the Big MT, and tries to forget. Tries not to think of Moebius and Ulyssess and Christine.
He snags the holotape and pops it in to his Pimp-Boy. ]
Hey, found something.