Riley stretched trying to loosen her muscles after a quite frankly uncomfortable night, she didn't live well but at least she had her own place. She was running low on scrap, been a while since she headed outside to pick whatever she needed so to that end she decided to head out. Earlier that morning Riley got all her equipment together, other then basics of survival she packed her Predator, and tools she needed for salvaging. This included a Geiger Counter, not for protection but to prevent bringing in irradiated scrap, a self contained wielder, a crowbar, a hand held metal detector, and a flashlight with a handful of batteries. Overall Riley was fairly weighed down, but she was used to carrying heavy weight, plus if she ever got in real danger she can always abandon her tools, they can be replaced unlike her own life. 

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Riley approached the guard on duty, not much happened just started her name, purpose for leaving, and any paperwork for a freelance scavenger, since she was at least known to venture out fairly often there was hardly a problem. Her designated airlock was number six, by the time Riley stepped through into the main chamber already two others were waiting, from the looks of them they were fairly well armed maybe not scavengers like her although what their purpose was didn't matter to her. Riley took her place on the far side of the chamber leaning on the wall without a word, she didn't need to make any kind of friendly chat.