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“You are Dweller Number Six.”
The spy had no idea where in the world he was located, but he had a damn good idea what sort of structure he was in. He’d seen the plans, he’d read the meeting notes, and while he’d been too late to stop what was already in progress, he’d refused to be a pawn in an apocalyptic game. He’d resigned, bought a ticket to a beautiful holiday destination, and planned to die in his own chosen time and place.
“I am not a number,” he told the man in the Overseer jumpsuit, “and I did not sign up for a spot in the Vault-Tec program.”
“Please don’t get excited, we’ve saved your-”
“The vaults were never intended to save anyone!” Six, if that was what his name was now, was pleased to see a moment- just a moment- of fear in the Overseer’s eyes when he moved towards him. “And if you’ve made the mistake of locking me in here underground with you, then I promise, you will regret it.”
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