Narrator<br/><br/>"Gimme an update" The Marshal said urgently to the trooper standing beside him.<br/><br/>"Yes sir" the trooper responded as he began to speak into the telephone receiver he was holding to his head. The receiver was connected to the switch board at the troopers feet. Which itself had a second cord coming out of it, this cord led it's way into the breached vault, at it's end stood one of the men pinned down at entrance to the hall into the atrium who's sole job was to relay the situation inside the vault via the telephone connection. "They  they're pinned down sir" the trooper told The Marshal "they've taken control of the door room, as well as the rooms connected to it, but they can't break into the main portion of the vault. They say there's only one hallway and the vault dwellers are holding onto it tight."<br/><br/><em>'Smart'</em>The Marshal thought,<em>'Very smart'</em>he was willing to bet that who ever was in charge of the vault's defense knew that their best chance lay in never letting the attack get past the entrance hall...but he was also willing to bet that they had no idea what was about to hit them. "Skirmishers halt advance" he said firmly, knowing that the trooper at his side would relay the order without being told to do so. "They are to take of a defensive stance and maintain hold of what areas are currently under their control." without even looking at the trooper The Marshal began to move towards the vault's door. "Second wave in 10!!" he shouted as he got to the door and watched the men and women rush to obey his order.<br/><br/>To his left he saw an officer addressing his men. "Alright!" the officer shouted "This is it, we're moving in behind the 9s. 1st squad you're with the marshal, 2nd and 3rd you're with me! When we hit we hit hard, you take the objective, you secure the area, you kill anything that even thinks about fighting back. Do you get me?" he shouted. To which the officer's men answered "We get you sir!"<br/><br/>As soon as the officer had finished his little speech the 9s' handlers were already leading them into the vault's entrance.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sounds of snarls and barking, there was no longer any disputing that's what they were, grew louder and closer for several seconds until their source revealed itself. Ten dogs (http://images.wikia.com/fallout/images/f/f3/RaiderDogBOS.png), each one looking ready to kill and wearing what appeared to be some form of armor, sprinted down the hall to the atrium.<br/><br/>They cleared the hall before anyone in the atrium had any real time to react, their training kicking in as each dog moved to attack a different person. They had been trained to disrupt an enemy's firing line as much as possible whether they lived or died wasn't as important as the precious seconds that they bought for the troops behind them to advance.<br/><br/>Two of the attack dogs leaped directly over the makeshift barricade and landed very close to Herb. With teeth bared they attacked him, one dog jumping forward in the air, and the other running wide to attack him from the side. Their pack instincts working to make them an effective team.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Using the confusion created by the dogs, The Marshal and his troops moved forward. They appeared to be carrying bot automatic and bolt action rifles. As they advanced they opened fire on the barricade, as well as any vault security officers they saw on the upper level walkways. One man on the upper right walkway took several rounds to the chest, the bullets tearing through his armor as he fell back.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Marshal had a large smile on his face as he brandished his scoped .44 magnum, to call the weapon a 'gun' was an understatement, it was The Marshal's prized possession and practically more of a work of art than a simple weapon.  Holding the gun out he took aim and let loose a round at one of the men in what looked like riot armor. The bullet caught the man square in his helmet's face plate, passing through it and his head as if neither one was even there. The man fell first to his knees, then to the floor. "One" The Marshal whispered to himself.<em>'I wonder how high my score will be today?'</em>he thought as he began to scan for his next target.