The pair reached a working apartment building and were approached. "Hey, don't you miss sleeping comfortably, no worries about animals? Want a cold drink, maybe even some chances to win an auction?" Joseph and Robert walked on, only to see a few raiders walk out and start surrounding them. "Ok, that didn't work. So give us your guns, caps, all of it." The promoter had a small silenced 22LR. "So, should we?" Robert asked. Joseph only clicked his tongue and jumped over the hood of a car, as did Robert. Bullets flew into the old thing, and Robert knew what would happen.
"On three, we run into that alley and into the basement, I can see it from here." Joseph said, and Robert nodded. "THREE!" They ran out and fired at the raiders, only hitting a few. Then they ran into the ally, jumping into the basement.
Of course at the moment the car exploded and cleared the raiders. Robert knew about that, so he walked out. Joseph, starting to trust the smoothskin, followed with his two six-shots drawn. As expected, all the raiders were burned. The two looted them and kept walking, tired but not trusting the hotel.
Finally they found a merchant post, where they sold some wine for two beds for the night. They sat in their tent listening to the radio. Finally they both crashed and dreamed about their vengeance in Chamberwood.