The big daddy stomped over to the vent, and knelt, allowing the little sister to disembark from him. He gently patted her head with his gloved hand, and she lovingly wrapped a hand around one of the bars of his helmet, leaning in and pecking the helmet. "I love you daddy..." she sighed.
The group would hear clanking from the ceiling, and a quiet chuckle.
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For those in the market of values, they'd find plenty of cover in turned over tables and several vending machines that had been ransacked for supplies. There were several doors, allowing the group to go left, right, or continue trucking straight on ahead.
Investigating would reveal the groups were arguing about the values of the two items on the table. on one table, there sat a small mountain of guns, food, and water. at the other sat two strange elixir bottles, one labeled with a hand firing flames, the other depicting a man half faded into reality, the other half of him a mere outline. the groups seemed to be weighing the value of the two tables.