[color=662d91]ARCHIE[/color] - Sandy Coves Inn -- late morning

Archie hummed some tune from the old world as he re-sorted the miscellaneous junk behind the counter.  Too valuable to throw away, but too inane to barter for anything.  There were some pencils of various condition, a notepad, some paperclips, half a box of staples, the caps float, and then, of course, the room keys.  It had been several minutes since Manager Celeste had left.  He had already made her bed and tidied her affairs.  He had drifted past Ms Sara's room, too, but while her door was slightly ajar, something in his programming had filed her situation as "politely avoid" and he didn't dare ask if he could enter.

"I suppose I should re-organize the kitchen," he said to himself as he came back into the lobby.  As he passed the large double doors to the outside, the distinct sounds of a gunfight could be heard.  The robot paused, several protocols running through his circuits as the programming rant statistical analysis on several courses of action.  By the time it had concluded, the gunshots had ceased -- but was replaced by shrieking.

"That sounded like Miss Brandy!" the robot exclaimed.  The algorithms all agreed on protecting the premises as priority.  The screaming of "DEATHCLAW, RUN!!" sounded too close for his robotic comfort.

Archie rose his saw-arm and his flame-thrower arm.  "Ms Sara," he directed up the stairs, "I must exit the inn to investigate the threat outside.  I shall return in a jiffy."  With that, he spun his saw arm and left the in, just in time for his ocular sensors to observe the tip of a larger deathclaw's tail disappear past the edge of the inn towards town, and five young deathclaws quick in pursuit.

Brandy shrieked again.

"Duty calls!"  Archie propelled himself towards the deathclaws.  The trailing one noticed him and broke from the line, screeching  from the road and changing its trajectory.  Archie responded by sparking up his flamethrower.  The deathclaw slid to a scared stop, the heat and light causing it some confusion.  The robot approached closer, aiming the flames towards the young deathclaw's knees, wo responded with an outraged and pained cry.  The sound and sight of searing skin filled Archie's sensors.  He kept up the fire until his internal mechanisms shut it off for his own safety.  The deathclaw made to instinctually leap towards the threat, but its knees both gave out and it stumbled, instead.  Archie swooped in, saw blade buzzing, and swept to disconnect the deathclaw's right calf from the knee, but the deathclaw reached out and had its hand sawed off, instead.

"Oh, my!  That was not what I meant to do."  The robot tilted and finally cut the deathclaw's leg in two.  It roared and fell to the ground.  "There we are, chum!  I dare say you'll have a bit of a difficult time pursuing Manager Celeste's inn, hmm?  Now, then..."

Archie returned to the entrance and awaited any more potential threats.