NARRATOR<br/><br/>As one of the medical bay orderlies crawled forward and dragged the injured deputy back two clips of pistol ammunition fell from a pouch on his belt.<br/><br/>The sound of barking and snarling from the main door area grew louder. There were also orders of some sort being shouted up there too. Pretty much everyone in the atrium could hear it now and many stiffened and took up positions to try and repel what sounded like a rabid pack of wolves.<br/><br/>At the rear of the atrium the three deputies with the crate of molotovs took up one each and held zippo lighters close, ready to light the rag wicks.<br/><br/>Despite the chaos outside, within the<em>Atrium Cafe</em>Norbert (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090107121018/fallout/images/thumb/7/77/Mr._Handy.png/830px-Mr._Handy.png) the Mister Handy barman and short-order grill chef was hovering on his fission burners behind the bar and polishing glasses. He floated up and down and his vision sensors scanned the front glass wall of the cafe watching for possible customers. It seemed an unusually slow lunchtime today.<br/><br/>The Atrium Cafe was the middle cubicle on the lower level on the left side of the Atrium (as you faced the main door). The left hand cubicle of those three was the Radio 1-11 booth and the right hand one was<em>Vault Hardware: "For All Your Day-to-Day Repairs and Needs!"</em>.