{100}{}{You see a slave.}
{101}{}{You see Mickey.}
{102}{}{You see a plump, jovial man. He looks tired, but he's still in good mood.}
{103}{}{[continue]}

{150}{}{Quiet, he guard is comin'!}

{200}{}{Ay, g'day, mate! I'm Mickey. New here?}

{201}{}{Yes, I am. You too?}
{202}{}{None of your business.}

{203}{}{Nope. I been sittin' in that wicked hole for free monts now. You come wid dem new transpert?}
{204}{}{Whoah, not in a mood fer talkin', eh? Can understand dat! Me neider, but hey, when you sit here free monts like meself, you're more willin' to talk, eh, mate?}

{205}{}{I guess so. Do you often get slave transports here?}
{206}{}{I don't think so. I'm not in a mood for anything right now.}
{207}{}{Maybe. What do you want to talk about?}

{208}{}{Every few monts, I fink. I'm not dat long here, compared to dem oders. Gee, mate, dem loife in here is one pretty focked up, I'm tellin' ya.}
{209}{}{It's yer choice, mate. But take my advice, mate - you wanna talk to people while you still got time, if you catch me drift, eh mate?}
{210}{}{You can first tell me how on eart you got in here.}

{211}{}{What can you tell me about the life here?}
{212}{}{Well, I'm not planning to stay here very long...}
{213}{}{Yeah, yeah, whatever. Maybe later.}
{214}{}{OK, so what do you want to talk about?}
{215}{}{My boss sent me on an errand. To penetrate some old fallout shelter. I met those raiders, and here I am!}

{216}{}{It's pretty difficult. You work from half past seven AM to ten PM. A fockin' long day, believe me. He slave driver is one mean sonuvabitch and dem guards only wait to put a bullet in yer skull. We got dem gangs within dem slaves. Dey hate each oder. And dem loos are often clogged so ye can't even take a proper shit in here.}
{217}{}{Hahaha! Ye're jokin', mate! No one gets outta here alive, believe me. Lotsa fellas tried, no fockin' way in hell to slip out. You're to stay in here, believe me.}
{218}{}{[Shakes head] Yer choice, mate. Fink about it, mate.}#end
{219}{}{Dem are no raiders, mate. Dey call demselves dem Cartel. Dey no fockin' wanabees, mate: dey got fockin' crazy equipment, dey got dem cars, dey make dem drugs and fuel for dem whole fockin' region, mate! Possibly dey can be one most powerful factions in dis forsaken land!}

{220}{}{Tell me more about the work here.}
{221}{}{Tell me more about the slave driver.}
{222}{}{Tell me more about these guards and soldiers.}
{223}{}{Tell me more about the gangs.}
{224}{}{Tell me about the toilets.}
{225}{}{Thanks for telling me all this! I think that's enough for now.}#at least one question answered.
{226}{}{I hope not. By the way, how's life here?}#to 216
{227}{}{How do you know all this?}

{228}{}{It's all about makin' drugs. Dem slaves work all day to produce'em outta raw materials. If ye don't know how to do it, dey show ye, if ye don't learn quick enough, dey kill ya. Wit time, ye go on to more complex chemicals, ye get treated better too!}
{2280}{}{In the evening ye go back to cells. At ten p.m. dey open up dem cell doors, so ye can go pee. At eleven, dey close dem door. If ye're not dere, dey find ye and kill ye.}
{229}{}{Dey call him Cerberus. A fockin' bosterd! He gets angry real easy and he likes to kill people too! Mean bonker! You must watch out fer him and never get in his way! You know dat he's got his own pet-slave?}
{230}{}{Dey call demselves dem Cartel. Dey no fockin' wanabees, mate: dey got fockin' crazy equipment, dey got dem cars, dey make dem drugs and fuel for dem whole fockin' region, mate! Possibly dey can be one most powerful factions in dis forsaken land!}
{231}{}{Dere are two gangs - dem Rats led by Locke, and dem Floaters led by Lexi. Locke and his people are in dis block, Lexi is in he oder. Dey hate each oder pretty much. Dey only give up while at work, 'cause dem guards'd kill dem bot, if dey started a fight. Being in a gang is good - you get supported, you get organised. It's easier to make it day to day.}
{232}{}{Dis building is old - pre-war, eh? I guess dem pipes are all clogged wid shit and oder waste. So every time someone picks a bigger loo-drop, it goes block. Dem guards choose somebody to clean it up. Usually from dis block. Heheh, hey who knows when it's you!}
{233}{}{I talk to dem people. Pretty difficult to do, dough. Those who are in gangs don't talk much.}

{2330}{}{And what about the food?}
{234}{}{Aren't you in any of the gangs?}
{235}{}{Tell me more about Cerberus' own slave.}

{2360}{}{We get some rotten shit as meals. Ye can fill yer stomach, if ye manage not to throw it up afterwerds. Ye'll always find it by dem beds.}
{236}{}{Nope, mate. Dey don't welcome ya wid open arms, eh? Ye gotta have somethin' to offer. And even den, ye're not sure if dey want to talk to ya. Maybe it's better to have somethin' to pin dem down, if you catch me drift. Anyways, I'm still waitin' for me chance.}
{237}{}{He calls him dem Errand Boy. He gots a red badge, he not works and he goes do stuff for Cerberus. He cans move around dem base a bit, and he has his own cell. Soapy bastard, I'm tellin' ya! Still, it's a fuck of a job - it's already dem tird Errand Boy since I been here.}

{238}{}{I'd like you to tell me about something else.}
{239}{}{I think I know what I wanted to know. Thanks for telling me all this!}
{240}{}{I hope never. Can you tell me about something else?}
{241}{}{I'd rather not think about it. Hey, thanks for all the info!}

{242}{}{What do ye want to know?}

{243}{}{Tell me about the life here.}
{244}{}{Gangs?}

{245}{}{Two of'em - dem Rats led by Locke, and dem Floaters led by Lexi. Locke and his people are in dis block, Lexi is in he oder. Dey hate each oder pretty much. Dey only give up while at work, 'cause dem guards'd kill dem bot, if dey started a fight. It's good to be in a gang - you get supported, you get organised. It's easier to live.}
