Scrap metal, microfusion cells, robot parts, and lots and lots of sensor modules. These RobCo factories sure were a damn good find when one had the firepower to get past the robots. A few months ago, Deke would never have been able to get this far inside without losing a lot of blood or having a hole burned in his chest.

This was now, though, and right now he was partnered up with a honest to God Brotherhood Scribe. That had bumped up his profit margins. The wastelander took a drag on his smoke as he tossed a sensor into his Loot Sack, his head turning to his partner's cry.

"Got plenty of room! Those batteries sell real well! Think we can do anything' with that protection in the recharge station?"