Capítulo 192: 174. Jake Finch and The Finch's
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Within minutes, the designated militia gathered, checking their gear and loading up the vehicles. The truck was filled with alert and prepared Minutemen, while Sico and Nora, along with the carefully packaged dampening coil, took their place in the Humvee.
As the militia organized and prepared for departure, Sico noticed Jake Finch standing somewhat apart, watching the flurry of activity with a mix of relief and uncertainty. Remembering the young man's ordeal and his family waiting for his return, Sico approached him with a proposition that also addressed his safe passage home.
Sico: "Jake, you've been through a lot, and you've handled yourself well. We're about to head back to the Yangtze to deliver this coil, and it'll take us near your home. Why don't you join us? We can drop you off, make sure you get back safely."
Jake's face lit up with a mixture of gratitude and eagerness. The ordeal had changed him, and the offer to return home under the protection of the Minutemen gave him a sense of security and belonging.
Jake: "Thank you, Sico. I'd appreciate that. And... I'd like to learn more about what you all do. Maybe there's a way I can help out in the future."
Sico nodded, pleased with Jake's interest and resilience.
Sico: "We can always use more hands, especially those willing to learn and contribute. Let's get you home first, and then we can talk about how you might join the Minutemen."
With Jake now part of the convoy, Nora finalized the preparations, and the group set off. The truck and Humvee rolled out from Saugus Ironworks, taking the route that would pass by Finch Farm to ensure Jake's safe return.
The journey was quiet, the convoy moving swiftly but cautiously through the Commonwealth, alert to any potential threats. Nora kept in constant communication with the team, monitoring their progress and ensuring that their route remained secure.
As they neared Finch Farm, the mood in the Humvee lightened slightly. Sico and Nora briefed Jake on basic safety and the principles the Minutemen lived by—community, support, and defense. Jake listened intently, absorbing every word as the familiar landscape of his home came into view.
As the convoy approached Finch Farm, the landscape shifted to a more rural, peaceful setting, contrasting sharply with the industrial harshness of Saugus Ironworks. The farm, a patchwork of tilled fields and modest buildings, came into view. Jake's family was visible from a distance, gathered outside, their postures tense with anticipation.
The vehicles slowed to a stop in front of the farmhouse. Jake stepped out of the Humvee, his expression a mix of relief and nervousness. Standing before him was an older man, his features bearing a strong resemblance to Jake but marked by years of hard work and sun—a clear sign of kinship.
The man's expression, however, was not one of relief or welcome but rather anger. He began yelling almost immediately as Jake approached.
Man (Jake's Father): "Jake! Where have you been? We thought you were gone for good, off to throw your life away with those lunatics!"
Jake, taken aback by his father's anger but understanding the fear behind it, responded with a maturity that seemed new.
Jake: "Dad, I'm sorry. I thought I could prove myself, that I could be strong. But I was wrong, and I've learned a lot. These people, saved me. They've shown me what real strength is."
As tensions rose between Jake and his father, the older man's anger and frustration found a sharp focus.
Jake's Father: "I don't care about your apologies, Jake! Where is the family heirloom you stole to join those bastards? Do you have any idea what that meant to us?"
Before Jake could respond, a voice cut through the escalating confrontation. It was an older woman, stepping forward with an air of authority and concern. She was clearly Jake's mother, and her presence brought a different energy to the conversation.
Jake's Mother: "Enough, both of you! Stop fighting this instant!"
She turned to her husband with a stern look.
Jake's Mother: "You should be grateful our son is back safe and sound. That's what matters right now."
Then, softening, she turned to Jake, her expression mixed with relief and admonition.
Jake's Mother: "Jake, I'm so glad you're safe. Please, don't ever frighten us like that again."
Her words seemed to cool the heated atmosphere slightly. Jake, his expression remorseful yet relieved to be understood, nodded earnestly.
Jake: "I'm sorry, Mom. I have it, the Shishkebab. I got it back."
He presented the unique, flame-emitting sword to his father, a symbolic gesture of his return and repentance.
His father, taken aback by the return of the treasured heirloom, hesitated before taking the Shishkebab. His anger gave way to a reluctant relief, and his stance softened as he took the weapon, running his hand over the familiar metal.
Jake's Father: "Thank you for bringing this back, son. I... I'm just glad you're home."
The moment was a turning point, easing the tensions and opening the way for a more heartfelt reunion. Sico and the other Minutemen observed quietly, respecting the family's need to reconcile.
Jake's mother turned to Sico and the other Minutemen, her expression softening as she extended her gratitude.
Abigail Finch: "Thank you all so much for bringing Jake back to us safely. I'm Abigail Finch, and this is my husband, Abraham. Our other son, Daniel, is around here somewhere, probably tending to the farm."
Abigail's introduction was warm, despite the earlier tension, and her thankfulness was palpable. She gestured towards the farm where a younger man was visible in the distance, working diligently. This was clearly Daniel, who seemed unaware of the recent family drama unfolding near the house.
Sico nodded respectfully to both Abigail and Abraham.
Sico: "It's our duty to help where we can, Mrs. Finch. We're just glad to see Jake safe with his family. If there's ever anything else you need, the Minutemen are here to help."
Abraham, now holding the Shishkebab, looked at Sico with a newfound respect.
Abraham Finch: "We appreciate that, Sico. It's good to know there are still people out there who stand up for each other. You've got our gratitude."
At that moment, Daniel noticed the gathering and jogged over, curious and a bit cautious as he approached the group. He slowed as he neared, his gaze shifting from the Minutemen to his brother.
Daniel Finch: "Jake? You're back... What happened?"
Jake explained briefly, his words filled with relief at being home and safe.
Jake: "It's a long story, Dan. I made some mistakes, but these folks helped me out. I'm okay now, thanks to them."
Daniel looked from Jake to Sico and the other Minutemen, his expression turning to one of gratitude.
Daniel Finch: "Thank you for looking after him. We've heard good things about the Minutemen, and it seems they're all true."
With introductions and thanks exchanged, the Finch family seemed to draw closer, the crisis having reminded them of their bonds.
Abraham Finch, his voice laden with gratitude, extended his thanks once more to Sico and the assembled Minutemen, his offer reflecting the depth of his appreciation.
Abraham Finch: "Thank you again, everyone. It's a relief to have Jake back safely. As a token of our gratitude, we'd like to offer you half of our farm's yield—that's 100 tato and 50 corn. And, although it's a family heirloom, I want you to have this—"
He paused, holding out the Shishkebab, its blades gleaming even in the dim light of the setting sun. "This Shishkebab has been in our family for a long time, but I can think of no better hands to entrust it to than those who saved my son."
Sico was taken aback by the generosity of the offer, understanding the significance of such a gift.
Sico: "Mr. Finch, are you sure? This is a valuable heirloom, and its place is here with your family. We appreciate your offer of the crops, which will help sustain many in our communities, but the Shishkebab should stay with its family."
Abraham shook his head, a resolute look in his eyes.
Abraham Finch: "I insist, Sico. It's not just a weapon; it's a symbol of strength and survival. It should serve a purpose greater than just hanging on a wall here. Please, accept it as a sign of our faith in the Minutemen and what you stand for."
Sico, moved by Abraham's sincerity and the symbolic nature of the gift, nodded in acceptance.
Sico: "Thank you, Abraham. We'll honor your gift and the trust you've placed in us. This Shishkebab will be a symbol of the strength and resilience we strive for in the Minutemen."
With the exchange completed, the atmosphere among the group was one of mutual respect and strengthened bonds. Jake and his family felt a renewed connection, not just to each other but to the community at large, represented by the Minutemen.
Sico, thanking the Finch family one last time, signaled to his team that it was time to depart. With the truck loaded with provisions and the Shishkebab securely stowed, they headed back to their base, ready to continue their mission to protect and serve the Commonwealth, bolstered by the support and faith of those they had helped.
After a four-hour journey marked by quiet reflection and strategic discussions, the convoy carrying Sico and his team of Minutemen arrived back at their command center at Boston Harbor. The familiar sight of the coastal defenses and the fluttering Minutemen flag welcomed them home, a reminder of the communities and ideals they were sworn to protect.
As the vehicles came to a halt, the team disembarked, each member carrying the weight of their recent mission and its successes. The dampening coil, crucial for the restoration of the Yangtze submarine, was carefully unloaded from the Humvee and secured in a designated storage area, ready for the next phase of their plan to bring the submarine back into operation.
Sico took a moment to debrief the team and update the command center staff on their successful mission at Saugus Ironworks and the retrieval of the dampening coil.
Sico: "The mission was a success. Not only have we secured Saugus Ironworks as a strategic location, but we've also recovered the dampening coil necessary for the Yangtze. We've made significant strides today, thanks to everyone's hard work."
He then turned his attention to the next steps, particularly the reintroduction of Captain Zao and the reactivation of his submarine, which could serve as a valuable asset for the Minutemen.
Sico: "Our next priority is to get the Yangtze operational. We'll need a team to work with Captain Zao, not just to install the dampening coil but to ensure the submarine is fully functional and secure. This could be a game-changer for us."
As Sico and Preston prepared to leave for their visit to Captain Zao, Sico cast a final glance around the bustling command center, ensuring that everything was in order before their departure. He caught Robert's eye, signaling him to approach.
Sico: "Robert, while we're out, I need you to keep a tight ship here. The command center must remain secure at all times. We can't afford any slip-ups, especially not now with the strategic advancements we're making."
Robert, understanding the gravity of his responsibilities, nodded firmly, his expression one of unwavering commitment.
Robert: "You can count on me, Sico. I'll keep everything locked down here. No one gets in or out without going through us first. We'll maintain all communication lines and ensure you're updated with any developments."
Satisfied with Robert's assurances, Sico clapped him on the shoulder appreciatively.
Sico: "Thank you, Robert. Your vigilance ensures that we can focus on our tasks without worry. Keep the lines open, and let us know immediately if anything changes."
With their final instructions given, Sico and Preston made their way to the Yangtze, confident in the knowledge that the command center was in capable hands. Their focus now shifted to the task ahead—bringing an old war relic back to life as a new guardian of the Commonwealth.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
S: 8,44
P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills
• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint
• Active Quest: -
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