<strong>Freddy Jupiter, answering opportunity's knocking, with Herb, Sam, the Overseer and his goons</strong><br/><br/>At the Overseer's offer, Fred didn't hesitate. He didn't feel like being besieged any longer, for some reason.<strong>"Sure, <em>Thad,</em> I'm in. Lead the way."</strong>Once he was on the outside, at least he wouldn't have to put up with those asshole Vault Rats any more.<br/><br/>Once the Rats and Overseer had headed a yard or two past him, he held back Herb Swann and hissed in his ear.<br/><br/><strong>"Say, Herb, old Blok has a point. I'd rather not stick around here and end up as dog food. And I'd like to see the outside world too. Imagine there's no ceiling, above us only sky. Imagine more possessions. Just one thing. <br/><br/>See and remember how that bastard's happy to leave the children of Vault 111 to die to save his wrinkled ass. Let's save as many folks as we can without him noticing. Then, on the outside, we cremate the fucker with my last Mollies. Let's roll."</strong><br/><br/>He quickly caught up with the small group of people headed for the secret exit.