<strong>Sam Clarke, Cafeteria, moving to the Atrium though the connecting hallway</strong><br/><br/>The first indication that Sam had that something was wrong was the dull thump that made him look up from his book. It wasn't really something he was used to hearing around the vault. He had just closed his book and began to stand when the announcement. The vault had opened... It had finally opened?! But wait, those thumps... Listening, Sam could make out more sounds. Very, very bad sounds. He glanced around the cafeteria, taking note of the suddenly panicked expressions around him.<br/><br/>"Dammit," he whispered to himself. So the diggers, drillers, un-coverers of Vault 111 had finally broken through, and they weren't at all as Sam had hoped they would be. Not friendly in the least, or at least that was how it was sounding like. Gunfire, explosions, horrified screams, the outside world had come to the vault, and it was faaaar from friendly. And from the way people were looking in the little cafeteria, they were shocked. That wasn't the way to deal with this situation at all.<br/><br/>Sam stood, grabbing his bat from where it had been laying beside him. He sometimes carried it around at work for when things just needed to be hit to start working. Happened surprisingly a lot actual- Sam stopped himself, realizing he had just been standing with his bat in hand, looking at it rather than acting. He couldn't afford to do that sort of thing right now.<br/><br/>From the sounds of it, the invasion was coming in from the vault door (which made sense). That'd lead them straight to the Atrium, which the cafeteria was part of... Sam knew the vault's layout well, as he had been wandering around fixing things in it for a few years. And it occurred to him that the best way to head off these invaders was to keep them stuck at the entrance to the Atrium. If they managed to take the Atrium, well, they'd have access to all of the rest of the vault. And if there was one thing they didn't need, it was that. Forget moving to his assigned station, defending here was the most important thing, and Sam was suddenly finding himself thankful for all those years of reading old strategy books.<br/><br/>"Everyone, quick!" he shouted, making towards the hallway that lead towards the Atrium. "We have to defend the Atrium! Bring whatever you can from here to help defend." Sam himself had tucked his bat under one arm and had grabbed a chair, planning on using it as a barrier, if nothing else better came to mind.<br/><br/>This was bad. This was really, really bad.