<strong>FRED H. JUPITER - WITH THE ESCAPE PARTY, MAKING IT FESTIVE</strong><br/><br/>Fred ran along with the group, shouting at Kenya and Emily to hurry as they ran on to a large door that even he hadn't found before while sneaking through the Vault. Given the choice between sticking around and certain death, or taking a few rads and seeing sunlight for the first time, he moved fast and was glad he'd bought some Radaway.<br/><br/>Then, the Overseer stupidly turned on his own security. Perfect. He'd just signed his own suicide note. The door in front of them was theirs to swing open to freedom, and finally the man who had jailed Vault 111 and left it to die would get his comeuppance. Not that Fred would miss the Vault Rats, on the contrary; but he'd fantasised about decorating the ceiling with fragments of Overseer skull for years.<br/><br/>As one of the Sams screamed at their brave leader and held him at gunpoint, Fred took the chance to slip behind the nervous elder as he made excuses for himself The technician stepped behind Blok, between him and the Vault exit, pulled open a bottle of moonshine, raised the bottle to his lips and took a long swig.<br/><br/><strong>"To freedom!"</strong><br/><br/>He swung the 40 pound head of his sledgehammer with berserker strength at Blok's elderly skull, roaring<strong>"Blok, I've always thought you were a cowardly piece of shit. Nice knowing you!"</strong><br/><br/>