Another vault.

"What you think it is, Blue?" Piper asked her companion. They stood at the so-familiar gete of yet another vault. Usual gigantic hatch, usual catwalks to help people in and out. From its surfact it was hard to tell what might be inside, but at least it was on its place and had no marks of fight. Ha, raiders, with their rotten brains sometimes still tried to blow such hatched, totaly oblibious of the fact that they were designed to hold a nucler bomb, and they did this job well.

Those vaults that failed did it because of people inside. Each vault was designed to conduct some social experiment. Nora, Piper's companion, spent 200 years frozen. Some vaults tested weird things like "what happens if you give all **** and chems to all people, or what if they have to kill each other to get promoted to new position inside. or whatever else crazy." Piper shruggen, remembering going through notes of a vault with 100 men and one woman locked inside.

"I think it is a vault. Surely looks like one. a familiar hatch. And, oh, there it is written. "Vault number 609". See, it is a vault." Nore stared at Piper with stone face.

"Oh, curse, you Blue! Of course it is a vault, not a molerats hole that that girl, Alice, fell in."

"Rabbit hole, Piper. I even showed you thier picters."

"Whatever, they are no more. We have molerats dig holes now. This is a vault. 609. You know anything about it?" Piper knew that Nora had scavanged the old building of Vault-tech office in Boston, and she had spent there almost a month tinkering the place down. Nora also kept a ton of secrets from her adventures. Surely she could learn something from there, there must be all info about each vault and their experiments.

"Sorry, Piper. I have no idea. Yes, I tinkered every bit in Vauilt-tech office and I got their note. But there was not much. Biggest part of archives about experiments were destroyed or just rusted through years. I never heard even about the number before. Ha, can't help think about something from pre-war going with such number. Six-o-nine. 'Sigh' Lets get it opened then. Get out of sight, Piper. There can be a battalion of super-mutants just waiting for us. You don't shoot that well to deal with such stuff."

Piper agreed on that. Despite her very feminine appearance, Nora was probably the most fiese and dangerous being on the wastes. Ha, realing wiht mutated animals, raiders, super-mutants (Piper even 'took part' in one particularly cruel **** of one behemot - hiding in the rocks and praying), robots, Institute... Piper was of a lot softer material and she had no idea why Blue keeps her at hand. Piper wasted no time in finding a hole in the rocks to hide herself from bullets and lasers.

"Ok, I'm opening." With these words Nora used her pip-boy to start the hatch open. It took some time, always. Old rusted machines, and moving a hundred tones of steel hatch was not quick. Besides, vaults were not designed to have their dwellers walk in and out all the time.

Loud noise of hatch moving assaulted her ears. 'This one sounds particularly rusty' Piper thought. The sound always gave her pain, it rattled her bones.

Piper picked out of her hiding. Nora was nowhere in sight. 'Great, stealth-boy again. Where I'm to find her?' Nora's favourite trick was going invisible. She had all her gear designed for that. Stealth and mobility. And she had some really twisted mind of how to get in and out of places.

Piper sighed and checked her pockets. After a quick snack she decided that she could make some notes on their adventure.

Two hours later Piper got furios. Nora didn't appear. Could something happen to her? This was nearly impossible, besides, Piper didn't hear any noise from the vault. Their insides always worked like one huge drum should gunfight start, amplifying shots and explosions. It was eery quite.

'Oh, c'mon, Piper. You know what it means, Something real juicy that got Blue forget everything. She is tinkering of salvaging data from computers. Hurry up if you want to catch on something! Blue doesn't share her secrets.'

Piper got up and walked inside. She was careful, and knew to look for threats, but this seemed ok. Usual dust and rust, usual entrance hall with turrets turned off already. No signes of destruction here. Did the decontamination arks on the entrance look a lot more bigger and sophisticated? They hummed with power going through them and Piper decided she could actually use it. They got through a nasty rad-storm recently and she hated the taste of rad-away, usually waiting to return in one of Nora's settlements.

At least the woman used every bit of tinkering for the better of her people. Reactors in every place, light, clean water, nice medical care. And super-complex arc that removed all radiation from anyone who passed through them. One of the pre-war techs that no one could repeat yet.

Whistling some pre-war tune Piper learned from Nora, she walked through arks. They busted with some vapor and soft light, Piper felt the usual tickling on her skin. "Yes, thank you very much, vault-teck. I don't find it funny to start emiting light or grow a third hand to hold a torchlight when I take notes in the dark. Thanks for sparing me of such fate."

Piper noticed the marks from Nora's boots in the dust and followed them. Why does Blue always jump over the railing, or crawls like spider-man under the ceiling, or whatever crazy way to get throuh an ordinaty open space? Being frozen for 200 years must have effect. even pre-war canned meat tasted like shit.

Piper walked the halls, whistling and feeling happy. This vault seemed quite nice. No destruction, nice decorum - real designer stuff, rooms, rooms, halls... Something seemed a bit out of order, but Piper couldn't catch it. Nora would explain everything when she finds her. It was easy to follow her tracks in the dust. Piper was a bit worried though, there was a lot of dust here, and walking in it raised it into the air. Her fancy red coat might get ugly grey. She had it once and it took a lot of effort to bring it to its lovely colour again. Nope, Piper Wright prominent feature, quite known around Boston were her fancy red coat and red cap, and she wasn't going the dust turn her into grey mouse, whever this monster was. Piper stopped and carefully took off and folded those. She was near what looked like stores room and she noticed a quite intact pre-war bag. 'Great, I put my stuff in the bad. Better bag get dusted than my things.' Now in her leather pants, blouse and heavy army boots, with a bag over her shoulde Piper went on looking for Nora. But having made only few steps, Piper realised that the dust would cover her blouse as well. 'No-fucking-way. I won't find such fine silk blouse on the wastes again, and the colours! What is left is only industrial paint.'

Piper started undoing buttons, **** to save her clothes form this terrible dust. It felt a embarrassing to walk about in her bra, but hey, it was a long-abandoned vault, no one will see her. Nora, but she's a girl too. Not that Piper usually showed her underwear, and that lacy fashionable bra was another pre-war thing she scavanged from a vault built for luxurous lifestyle. Oh, the underwear fashion magasines there! They had Piper miserable for a long time, knowing that such beautiful and sexy stuff was lost in nuclear fires.

Standing there in her bra, Piper got confused. The bra was unmistakably sexy, half see-throug and lacy, showing Piper's large dark areolas and her firm nipples. Ok, lets hope Blue will understand that I'm not trying to seduce her. Even on the wastes a woman might want to feel desirable and wear such stuff on adventures, but the dust! Piper couldn't let her coat and blouse ruined with it. She will put on some other clothes, surely the walt had some jump-suits left. She would find one and get covered. Problem solved.

But as Piper walked the empty halls of the vault, she felt flush with slight embarrassment. Her big breasts jiggled with every step and if someone could see her dressed that way... no, she would die of embarrassment. But there was no one here, and Blue will understand. Or, most likely, so occupied with tinkering and scavanging, she won't pay Piper any attention. Ha. When Blue got her hands on pre-war computer, Piper could stand just a step away butt-naked and Blue won't turn her head. Not that Piper would ever do such crazy thing. She would never.

"Piper?" she heard Blue call her from somewhere in the large dark hall, full of terminals.

"Oi, Blue, that's me. I waited outside, but then I decided you found something juicy about this one and as usually, forgot about me. So I came to find you."

"Oh, well, yes. Sorry. I will give you a pipboy... when I find one working, so we could comminucate with it. How did you get in?"

"What do you mean? I walked through the gate, like any normal person would do."

"'Sigh' Piper. You never take risks with tech pieces you are not 100% sure. I saw one of such 'decontamination' arcs misfunction and turn into blast of plasma. It evaporated a raider gang leared with his several hanchmen and all armor. Yes, I messed with that one to cause such effect, but this just means that every other one can be turned into a trap. And with all out adventures you act more insecure than your twelve years old sister, who spent all her life inside Diamond-City walls! How does it come, that I, pre-war lawyer, housewife from a save neighbourhood understand it, and you, grown up in the wasteland don't?

"Ease, Blue. Nothing happened. Ok, it was a deadly risk, yes-yes, I'm an airhead reporter. I have you to worry for risks of the wastelands. I'm here to display suicidal curiosity. You can't be a good reporter if you don't have that quality."

"Probably. Ok, some computers are working and most data is untouched. I still didn't get to experiment details here. Dweller's dayly notes about life. Looks a bit odd. How is your feeling about this place, Piper?"

Piper finally saw where Blue was, several rows of terminals from her. 'Ok, she doesn't see me. And she wont be looking around. I will find myself a jump-suit before I have to answer why I walk around in my bra.'

"Odd, right. But I followed your tracks and saw everything you did in the rooms. Do you think it is safe here?"

"I'm not sure yet. None of our usual friends, raiders or mutants, of course. So we won't get attacked... Did you close the hatch when you entered here?"

"Nope."

"Oh, my dear airhead Piper. Now grab this bomb and run, RUN set it in the front control panel like I taught you, the RUN inside and close the hatch. These things rattle the gound when thet open or closed and it only attracts interest. Raiders, mitants, mercenarie, just wild animalr - who ever happens near by would investigate. I didn't come to get trapped in freshly-opened vault."

"Hey, Blue, I know you can always escape."

"I can. But this is a jewel, I can't let it go to wrong hands. Too much information, too much resourses! And YOU can't make winds in your airhead carry you away, so you will be trapped here. I don't know what makes me keep you on my journeys, but I can't have news like "Nora 'Blue' left Boston's most prominent reporter in the paws of supermutants, or raiders ****" Run, Piper, Run and lock that hatch!"

"Yeah, yeah, on my way, Blue." Piper didn't like being scolded like that, but Blue had a point. Ok, and... yes, she is sucking on that pre-war glass teet, never seeing anything around. If I walk this way... yep. Piper grabbed the bomb - a big piece of explosives with a detonator attacked and sneaked away. Unnoticed in her state of undress.

Piper walked - rather jumped through the halls like a little girl, whistling and tossing the bomb in the air. Blue taught her explosives quite well. This one piece could be used to play football, untill the code was entered to activate it. Jumping down on another step made Piper's ample breats jump up especially high and pop out of her bra.

"OOPS!" she yelped, but hey, there was no one to see that. What an accident. But she couldn't tell it to Blue. Why you ended in you bra, Piper? Why you run through halls, jumping like a little girl, knowing that you are in only a bra, with those big breasts, like you didn't know that they jiggle a lot?

Piper blushed, put her breasts back into the cups and continued on. Was it her or her breasts felt a bit more sensitive? Nah, it was only unusual situation, nothing more. An accident. Piper mockered the decontamination arks as they again fussed and buzzed when she once again passed through them. Only Blue can come to such thing as turning these into **** trap. And I passed through them already. Nothing happened.

Oh, goodly, this means crawling. Yuck! Piper watchet at the front control panel, used to open and close the monstrous hatch of the vault. It was cheap build, easy to replace and maintain working, but very sturdy. Blue had taught her how to place a bomb into it so it would explode should anyone from outside try open the hatch, destroying the intruder and the panel. And only Blue knew how to disarm such bomb. But that meant crawling through the mess of pipes and wires and this one panel was in bad shape.

'At least I took off my coat and blouse! They would be torn on all those poking pieces of rusty metal! Ok, I most likely end with some scratches, but Blue has a stimpack to cure those. And it would be easier to feel those with my skin, before I poke myself on them, right? Can't feel with clothes on. But oh my, Piper, what a sight you would be, in that fancy bra! Noo, that would be too embarrassing, like I'm a dimwitz who can't find some utility clothes.'

Slowly, extremely aware of poking metal all around her, Piper crawled through the wires mess to the heart of control panel and placed the bomb. She entered the activation code and started crawling out. She had thirty seconds before the bomb will come alive... not that it would explode so easy, but Piper took no chances with that.

What? No, crap, that couldn't happen! Her bra strap got caught on the piece of metal... a sharp looking piece of metal. And it got really caught! Piper tried to save it free, but with no luck. If only... ok, no one here to see Piper Wright crawl out of that panel WITHOUT even her bra on. She needed to take it off and get out before she could unattach her fancy bra from that rusted razor. Or the stap would be cut. Should that happen, Piper would ask Blue for her plasma rifle to evaporate the remains of THAT bra. It was too good, a piece of pre-war luxurous lingerie and living with memories of it DAMAGED! No, never. And even with Institute or Brotherhood impossible technologies this one could be repaired. Better turn it to ashes if it happens. But Piper would do anything to save it. If taking it off first and show her big naked breasts to the world... Ha! A crack in the rocks with a tiny piece of sky above, the "world" around her was hardly ten meters of cave. No one to see you, Piper. Blue is too busy with her computers and you won't make it long before any audience arrive, right? Now, slowly, carefully, unclasp the bra and get out of it! See! No one is applaudind to your striptease.

Now get the thing back and back inside! This bomb and possible audience made her real nervous. Piper freed her bra and not wasting a second to put it on run inside, through buzzing arc, to inside control panel and hit the big button. Usual alarm sound, heavy noise of machines and that terrible gritting sound of hundred-ton hatch going to its place.

"Done. And see, third time through the arcs. No harm done. I hope you didn't find controls to video system and you didn't watch my topless rush on the catwalks." Piper said out loud to empriness, while putting her bra back on.

"Stop. Check it, Piper. And... lets go find a jumpsuit. Really. Can't risk this bra again and who knows what can happen? No one to see your naked tits. Blue... that would be embarrassing, but you can explaint it to her. Probably she can help with advice, but, lets avoid her as long as possible. Too embarrassing, really. No, never." Piper couldn't stop talking to herself, even alone. It was a weird situation she got in. But she will get through it.