The music started softly as he walked through the hot zone. He kept a wary eye on the Pip-Boy 3000 before the heavily shielded eye-holes stared up at his particular problem. He told those geeks time and time again not to give her more than she could handle. Tried to tell them that she could only go so far, but do they listen…ever? Hell no. Then who do they come running to when there’s an issue…the same guy that told them not to get into the issue. It was a riot. Shame he didn’t have enough air to spare a laugh.<br/><br/>Glenn Miller's "In the Mood" was currently occupying the airspace he had around him as he made a show of ignoring the “concern” of the scientists. Though he enjoyed more vocal tracks himself, he had to admit that the guy put together a good sound. Even in the heavy suit, his body bopped to the beat as he first moved to manually cut off the failing reactor bank. The gears were ancient…everything here was, but it held firm…until the geeks diddled with it. Then suddenly its red lights and loud woofers. ’concentrate on the task!’ he thought furiously as he put his back into the cut off valve. It creaked, then grinded, and finally moved as smooth as it was going to at the moment.<br/><br/>The valve closed off with a slight shudder, and Herb was pleased that he didn’t have to do anything drastic. The mess could be cleaned up alright. They got to it in time. The Lights would be a little dim for a few hours, but the only people that would notice were the worse off Vault Dwellers, since they got their power cut harder than the other grids. It would be their sacrifice. Nothing Herb could do about that but help fix the problem as fast as possible. Once the bank was cut off, that’s when the geeks moved in. No longer in danger of immediately dying, their pats on his back and radioed attaboys only infuriated him more.<br/><br/>It was bad enough that their suits could take the situation that he was in for twice as long, but to not even be seen until the immediate danger had passed? With a sigh, Herb walked out of the hot zone, where he would later go through multiple methods of washing to cleanse his suit, and then himself of as much radiation as possible. Combined with the Rad-X, he’s actually par for the course. When he took his final shower, he jiggled his balls a bit when it came time to clean ‘em “Anyone still alive in there?” he muttered. Probably not.<br/><br/>Finally, his shift over, he patted a few of the guys he knew for a fact put their time in honest, and walked out with his Vault jumpsuit half on, with the sleeves tied around his waist. It was a bit of pride, he believed, or maybe he just felt the ghost of all that heat that is inches from getting to him. Hungry…always so very hungry, and too damn patient! He counted himself lucky for another shift done away with and wondered what the day would bring. ’Sleep…sleep would be a start’ he thought as he made his way up to the first level.