Tobias foraged through the derelict suburb tugging his leather jacket around his shoulders trying his best to trap what warmth he could within it. The smell of fumes filling the air as he climbed over rubble and pushed his way through the dilapidated buildings looking for anything that hadn't been picked clean by the hunters and gatherers of the local tribe. To his amazement Tobias found a store that looked relatively un-touched a grimy and damaged sign reading 'RobCo' .The robotics company had always bought up painful memories for the Ex-Vault Dweller. The robots in his vault had been supplied by the company that had partnered with the Vault-Tech company to create the shelters that were to protect the people from the eventual war that un-folded. After the bombs had dropped in 2077 it had left humanity forever changed. Normally a society would have bounced back within a certain amount of time but due to society as a whole declining into anarchy things remained stagnant.<br/><br/>But when it came to computer components and anything that could be considered a robot of any sort it always bought in the caps. Once Tobias had found a small component cable and that had sold for a hefty sum of caps. Which in turn fed his habit for many months to come till he had run dry he had moved on in search for more scrap to sell. So to keep feeding his habit the young man of twenty three didn't want to stoop to selling his body and 'services' to keep the itch to a minimum. Any other 'normal' (as normal as you could be) person would have wondered why a store that looked as full as it did hadn't been picked clean by scavs or any kind of raider in earshot but to Tobias, All it looked like was a bag of caps to shoot into his arm. If he had known better Tobias would have possibly known the location already had occupants and moved along towards his next mark due to how plentiful the scrap looked inside. But he was stupid enough to try and break in regardless.<br/><br/>His single brown eye scanned the location for any kind of trap or hidden turret, he was dumb enough to break in but wasn't as simple as to stumble in head first to an un-visited location. It looked like there were no mines around the entrance but the short junkie wasn't taking any chances. When it comes to stores there was always an entrance around back for delivery trucks and the like. Circling around the block Tobias slipped between fallen telegraph poles and made his way down towards the maintenance doorway. The lock looked simple enough but unfortunately Tobias had the lock picking kills of a gnat. Pulling out his ten millimetre pistol and gripping the mahogany handle between his dark fingers he flipped the gun in his hand and grappled the metal barrel and slammed the butt of the gun down atop the rusted padlock that hung from the door innocently. Thud after thud the door wouldn't budge. A bead of sweat rolled down Tobias' ebony coloured forehead as the young lad gasped for air from the effort he was trying to exert in unlocking the door with his gun.<br/><br/><strong>"Goddamn't"</strong>He cussed under his breath flipping the gun again, pointing it directly at the lock and letting a few bullets fly through the silenced muzzle on the ten millimetre. The hot lead pierced the padlock and sent plumes of smoke into the air. Victory beamed from the young man as he used the barrel of the gun to push the smoking lock aside. It dropped to the ground granting the theif access to the store and his next 'gold mine'. Slipping through the halls of the RobCo he came face to face with a Mr Handy. Tobias froze on the spot as the hunk of rusted metal hovered in place, it's optical lenses facing the other way scanning for any sort of intruders. His hand rose to his lips to hold in the gasp that automatically tried to escape his lips. He hadn't expected the robots on the outside to still be fully functional especially since the ones he had come across had always been deactivated and in storage or destroyed prior to his arrival. He was at a loss right now, He could slowly step away and hope the machine didn't pick up his presence and just grab a few things on his way out as there was no way he could sneak and rummage at the same time.<br/><br/>Tobias shuffled backwards slowly as he tried to return from whence he came. It had been a good idea to invest in the silencer for his gun all those months ago, if the Mr Handy had picked up the discharge of his weapon he would have been in for a hard time.