FREDERICK HOWARD JUPITER, IN THE ATRIUM<br/><br/>Fred was fixing a drinking fountain in the atrium, his trusty sledgehammer Mjolnir strapped onto his back, just after a lunch of Salisbury steak and Fancy Lad's Snack Cakes, when the alarm went off. To press the point home further that the shit had hit the fan and was being shredded and blown about the room, he heard gunshots not ten yards away from him, saw Jed Harris slump into the atrium with too many holes in his body, and even poor old Sophie Westcott getting shot down. Luckily there were medics around to drag them off and apply first aid as everyone jumped for cover.<br/><br/>"Someone else use it!" he cried, dropping a revolver he must have stolen from the invaders, and F. Howard's eyes narrowed to gunslits. Whatever the outside world wanted, it was not coming into<em>his</em>Vault 111 and blowing stuff up without him! He dived and grabbed  the revolver, and quickly checked its cylinder. The kid hadn't had a chance to fire it yet, obviously. It wouldn't hit as hard as a sledgehammer, which could knock chunks out of walls, but a gun was a gun, and there were more men with guns waiting to violate his vault, the one he maintained with pride and pyromania, waiting on the other side of the door.<br/><br/>Kneeling beside the doorway that Jed had just fallen through, Fred nodded at Sam and Herb as they manned the barricades. Their muscle and equipment would come in handy push back the intruders; what would security do without them, with their two puny handguns? He pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it stoically, then pulled a general maintenance Molotov cocktail from his Karry-All and lit the fuse of impregnated cotton sock too. Flinging it around the corner, into the narrow corridor where they'd shot Jeb as he fleed, he shouted:<br/><br/><strong>"There's more where that came from, motherfuckers! VAULT ONE-ELEVEN WILL BE YOUR FUCKING GRAVE!"</strong><br/><br/>Without sticking his head out from behind the cover of the wall and doorpost, Fred could hear the glass bottle shatter and the home made napalm bursting into a fireball with a<em>whoosh!</em>