As we’re flying to wherever we can get to, Ryde chimes in on us “Uh Guys we are nearly out of fuel you know.” I look at Ryde and nod while replying “Well land at the nearest place we can find.” We touch down and step out of the verti-bird as a large wreck of metal and steel looms in the distance. “What the hell is that in the distance?” Ryde pondered. Green pulls out a pair of binoculars and peeks into the lens. “Wait, is that a plane wreck, It looks like an American bomber.” Green Replies with a confused look. “Well what are we waiting for, Lets check this place out” I say while pulling out my rifle. “Hey do you know what’s funny.” Ryde questioned. Green, Trevor and I shrugged as we look at Ryde while slowly walking to the city of scrap. “We haven’t come across any scps so far, well apart from all those SCP-5827 instances.” “Yeah especially with all the scps on the loose.” Trevor replies. We talk back and forth for an hour at least and before we know it, the city’s gate is right Infront of us. A protectron greeted us with a robotic crackle “WeLcOmE tO mEgAtOn.” “Huh, Megaton’s the name of this town.” Green says while walking in the city. “Well where can we go that supplies fusion and or plasma cores?” Ryde asked. Some guy chimed in on our convocation with “Hey if you need to find fusion cores, ask Moira Brown, just by the Moriarity’s Saloon.” “Thanks” Ryde replies while waving him off