Eventually, the moment of truth comes. The door opens, and Scab stands just below where it'll close. He looks at Dizzy, who gives him big, wet eyes.

"Times up."

Dizzy shudders her bottom lip, but nods and slips out. As Scab steps out from the doorway, it closes behind him. He walks over to me, out of what he thinks is arms reach. Dizzy and I have to be in sync, because if that door opens and Scab isn't dead, we're going to have a fortress of Raiders with weapons on our backs. That, won't be easy to handle in the least.

"I believe you owe me, an hour's worth of information. You know, I wonder what you adoptive parents would say, if they found out both their children turned against them?"

I shrug, smirking.

"Well, I guess they'd say we're pretty smart."

"Smart?"

"For tricking you."

He raises an eyebrow and crouches down. Raiders aren't the brightest bulbs in the box, because he does exactly what I want him to do.

"What're you getting at? What the hell did you tell her?"

I shrug, and keep the smirk on my face.

"How stupid and pathetic Raiders really are."

Without anymore words or hesitation, I use my shackled wrist to give me leeway. The force of me swinging it allows the chain to wrap around his neck. Grabbing it with both hands, I use my weight and bulk to knock him off of his misbalanced feet. It's easy, to pin him down, while he struggles and gasps for air below me.

"I saw that bruise you left, Scab. I saw it, and I swear…if you did anything else to her, anything I will come back here, and tear your rotting corpse to shreds."

I whisper in his ear. The threat to him doesn't matter. He's too busy struggling and trying to pull the thick chain from his neck. But it doesn't matter, it's of no use. There's no way he'll be able to pull the heavy chain off, because I'm the person holding it there. I want a silent, and quick death, even though he deserves neither. For hurting Dizzy, I want him to suffer, want to hear him scream. But I can't trust that this room is completely soundproof, nor can I trust that I'll have the time.

As his body falls limp, his engorged tongue hanging from his mouth and his rotted teeth framing it, I loosen the chain. I know when someone dies, it's something my father taught me to see. Standing up, I untwist the chain from around his neck, and stand by the door. I can't hear what's going on, on the other side, so instead I wait patiently.

With one chain attached to my wrist, and the other firm in my hands, I know I have deadly weapons. Anything, can be a weapon, with the right mind. Dizzy, has that right mind. Not that I wouldn't have thought of the same thing, but she thought of it quicker. The wait isn't long for me, because as soon as the door opens I see Dizzy against the left wall, where I assume the door latch is.

"You guys really shouldn't be this close, I was only kidding. And someone might get really mad."

She says, a playful tone in her voice. The two Raiders that acted as guards block her against the wall. She sees me between them, as I step out and turn.

"Oh, Scab won't mind, will ya buddy?"

One of them says, turning to me. Their faces drop, as they realize, I am not Scab.

"I do mind. Very, very much."

I know what they wanted to do to her. I know, and it infuriates me. Quickly Dizzy fixes her top, and takes their distraction as an opportunity. She punches one of them square in the side of the neck, as hard as she can. Strangulation is the best way to fight them, with the weapons we have at hand. Plus, it's quick and silent. The two of us each take one, as I toss her my spare and unchained chain. Together, we subdue and rid ourselves of them. As soon as I nod my head, since she doesn't know how to tell when someone is dead by strangulation, we set off, with me following her.

"Good timing. Any longer and my clothes would have been nonexistent."

"I wouldn't have let that happen."

I say as I keep up. She hears the anger in my voice, and glances back at me.

"You're really protective, aren't you?"

"Yup."

She shakes her head, as we come to a familiar set of stairs. There's no guards, and Dizzy seems a bit shocked by this. There is, however, the footlocker.

"There."

Pointing to it, she moves aside for me to lift the lid. Sure enough, our weapons are there. I grab my gun, and the pack, and toss her own weapon to her.

"Raiders aren't very reliable, so I guess it's not surprising they're not here."

"Makes it a lot easier for us."

"Sure does, Cain. I'd call you 'brother' but, you're not."
"Point taken."

We're rushing to reload our weapons. Dizzy drops the spare chain, and I wish I could do the same. But with it being padlocked on, I'm stuck until either we get home, or she finds something to pick it with. This isn't the basis of our worries, though. We still have to get out of this place, and if I remember there's two levels to go up before that happens. Clipping in my magazine, I ready my weapon to fire. At the same time, I hear Dizzy close the chamber to her Magnum, and look at me.

"There's never Raiders upstairs. They want to keep this place secret. We can run right out into the open."

"How much of a radius do we have?"

"They never watch the outside. Like I said, they're smart enough to know activity causes attention."

"Right, let's go."

This time, I lead her. I feel a tug around my wrist, and for a quick second I think it's snagged something. I look back as we head up the stairs, only to see Dizzy holding on to it. She looks at me, innocent.

"So we don't get separated."

Smart on her part. If someone were to grab her from behind, cover her mouth, I wouldn't have any idea until it was too late. At least now, if someone dares try that, the chain will tug or fall and I'll turn around. Later, when we're safe, I'll praise her for her quick thinking. Under stress, it seems she can be smart. Tactical, and level-headed. Maybe more of my father rubbed off on her than I gave her credit for. I never would have thought of half this shit, anyways.