Robert and Joseph were climbing the street up to their city. They were running up to the gates, not intending to be seen entering in the dead of night. They hit the fence, and Robert started working on it with his wire cutters. Once they were in, they started asking the locals (mostly on chems or heavy liquor) about the slavers they wanted to find, Bones and Algrowth.
As it turned out, they were there selling slaves and all of them, plus guards, were in large hotel rooms in the Slaver Hotel in the middle of town. So Robert and Joseph loaded up their guns and checked their explosives that day, intending to finish it in that night. They both were ready by that night.
They walked up to the hotel, and both pulled their pistols and fired down the guards. Then they walked in and headed to the top, sneaking up the stairs. However, neither of them saw what awaited coming.
The two slavers were in bed together kissing, with numerous all male slaves doing the same. Now, neither one was against homosexuality, but this was just wrong. So they aimed and started firing.
But in all the commotion, they didn't notice the actual slavers had ran. "Where are they?" Robert asked. "I don't know, you check up and I'll check here." Joseph grabbed his rifle and started walking through rooms while Robert snuck up the stairs.
A few minutes later Joseph heard gunfire. He ran up the stairs and started firing at the men up there with Robert. Bullets flew. Men fell. It was carnage, the true meaning of war.
But it ended, and the two ex-slaves laughed together as they ran up onto that roof and yelled out into the air their victory. Then Joseph turned, and saw the dynamite almost out of fuse. "SHIT!" He turned, tossed his guns off the roof, and pushed Robert after them. But it was too late for Joseph, who flew to the ground in the explosion.
Robert ran up to the barely breathing ghoul who was missing his legs and right arm. "JOSEPH!" he yelled as he kneeled to him and tried to cover the wounds. "Oh screw it smoothy, let me die. Hey, open my backpack." Robert did, finding a Pip-Boy 3000. "That's my dad's. it has all my recipes. Take all my stuff, go to the shack on the map marked Home, bury me there, will ya?" The ghoul then gasped as he tried to breathe.
"Alright man." Robert nodded. "Oh, and by the way, my wife turned me in to raiders for caps and they dipped my head into a radiation pool, that's why only my head is this way. I guess I'm going to the great Vault Dweller now, see you around." The ghoul finally let himself fall asleep.
Robert picked up his things, latched on the Pip-Boy, and stated carrying his friend to the far away shack.