<strong>Name:</strong>Herb Swann<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atrium, going to the restaurant<br/><br/>Enough people in the vault listened to the radio that you’d never really be without hearing the smooth sounds provided by Kenya in the DJ booth. Cute girl, and a body to match. He wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating protein supplements! With a thoughtful brush of his thick mustache, he chuckled and moved on to grab himself a bite to eat. He’d given his respectful nod to the security personnel as he went by, not knowing that soon enough, he’d have to probably provide security of his own.<br/><br/>He’d just gotten there when the muffled sound of an explosion, along with the faint rumble of the blast made him turn sharply to try and locate the trouble. He didn’t have experience with firearms or explosives, so his first thought was that something in the Vault had gone horribly wrong. He was right, but not for the reason he thought. When the alarm blared and the recorded started about them being breached, the stunned Mr. Swann could only stand dumbfounded as he muttered, too low for anyone to hear over the sound around them “You’ve gotta be shining me on…”<br/><br/>He turned back to the restaurant, and already saw Sam calling for help to defend the café. Instead of running out there like he had security armor on, he moved with surprising quickness as he made his way to a few tables. He turned them over with his sledgehammer without a thought. He didn’t even know if it was the best way to defend, but it was obvious that he and the rest of the people inside would need something between the invaders and themselves. Once he had a few in-line, at least as some small wall of defense, he adjusted his suit so that he wore it as a proud member of the engineer team, then looked for something he could use to plan his own surprise.<br/>