Winston didn't try to stop them from leaving. He was too busy disassembling the power armor, removing the components and packing them up for ease of transport. Not the easiest thing ever, but he was nothing if not strong and patient, and he was soon finished. A last sweep of the warehouse just in case, turned up a few more chems and some other bits he could sell easily enough.

Finally, he stood up and stretched, then shouldered his now-bulging pack with no visible effort. "Later," he called to Cassius and Ronnie, as he went for the door. The rain was dissipating and the ghouls were gone; he'd have an easy trip to his workshop, spend a few days upgrading his armor, and he'd be set for a while.