A gentle breeze from the east slowly swept through Freeside, Darrel and Loogie came out of the Silver Rush heading toward their destination at a slow pace. The package they had been given seemed important as they were threatened with death if they stole it, being threatened didn't faze them too much as they have been threatened before by both friends and enemies. As he thought to himself Darrel began to crinkle the paper with his fingertips, via a simple touch he could feel the corners of the box that was housed inside.

"So this clinic," Loogie said, "You ever been there before?"

Darrel thought to himself before replying, "Never really been out to that area. I mean I stay around the west and south, I mostly avoid the East"

"Because of the Legion?"

"That and I prefer not to be chatting with farmers,"

As the two came back up the road they looked around, Darrel pointed back toward the east side and as he continued Loogie followed. As the pair passed through the large iron divider they remerged onto the other side, opposite them was the Old Mormon fort which was used as an acting hospital for the Followers. There people from Freeside and the Rangers would go for medical attention and from time to time both Darrel and Loogie had had both woken up on a stretcher from time to time with a bandage somewhere on their body.

As they turned away the two continued on their journey, travelling through Freeside toward the eastern entrance both Darrel and Loogie kept their hand on their guns. Where they were heading had a number of dangerous people there, none of them were a serious threat but anyone who went around that area would most likely be attacked by occasional drug addict. This area wasn't like the rest of Freeside, here the weapons of the Great War had left deep scars in the once built up area reducing the former skyscrapers to nothing but rubble. No neon signs were on any roof top nor were there any places of interest, among the broken streets and the huddling chem addicts was a single shop named Mick & Ralph's with a large sign with the words painted on in large white letters. Unlike the other doorways and street corners not a single addict dared to sit in front of the shop or in its doorway, this was mostly due to the fact that one of the owners would take to shooting at anyone of them who dared loiter for too long.

Loogie looked around at the sidewalk and felt his heart sink; he could men and women of all ages with strong withdrawal symptoms either sitting around small fires or trying to keep warm by sleeping beneath rags and other materials. As the two came around the corner both of the young men saw something even worse than the suffering around them. Standing on the street corner was a man with blood shot eyes. He wore a long leather jacket with the sleeves removed, a white t-shirt underneath, as well as black trousers and sturdy grey shoes. Atop of his head was a light brown baseball cap with a pair of biker goggle. His face was covered with a thin layer of dirt left behind by days without bathing; he obviously didn't care about his appearance and more about his business.

Both Darrel and Loogie stopped walking and made sure they were not seen, Darrel slightly turned his head toward his friend and asked, "That guy, he's Dixon isn't he?"

Loogie slowly reached for his rifle and took hold of it, "Yep, he's the piece of shit that deals chems and drinks out here"

"Where does he get the junk for all this?"

Loogie went to load seven bullets into his gun, "Doesn't need to get it from anywhere, he makes it all himself so he takes all the caps he makes. We can't let him keep dealing that stuff"

"….so….what do you think we should do?"

Loogie finished what he was doing before looking Darrel straight into his eyes, "I saw we send him a message, saying that he can't cash in on people's suffering"

Darrel agreed with what his friend said and so with an idea in his mind and smirk on his face he drew one of his pistols, "Alright then, we'll mess up that shit bag so badly he'll need a doctor to put him back together"

With their weapons ready Darrel and Loogie went around the corner and headed straight toward Dixon, both of the young men had fierce looks on their faces with no chance of them retreating or leaving him alone. As they got closer and closer Dixon then noticed the two approaching and held his arms out wide.

"Hey guys," Dixon spoke aloud, "Here to get a fix?"

Neither of them replied, when Loogie was in arm's length of the dealer he raised his rifle in the air and struck the dealer in the face with the stock. As it impacted on his face Dixon was sent to the floor at which point blood began to flow from his nose, as he lay on the ground both Loogie and Darrel began to hit and kick him with all their anger and strength. Again and again the dealer cried out for the two of them to stop but they didn't listen, they were both determined to seeing him critically injured. When Darrel and Loogie ran out of breath they recoiled, they looked down on the twitching and groaning body. Darrel then patted down Dixon's jacket and felt something large in his jacket pocket. As he reached inside he could feel whatever it was it was made of metal, as he retracted his hand both of the young men saw it was a gun. The weapon was a 44 magnum revolver; it was in perfect condition and the frame of had been painted black. Darrel handed the gun to Loogie, "Think you should take it, I mean after all, I got Candy so you should carry a pistol with you"

Looking down on Dixon with amusement Loogie then took the gun from his friend, "Seems only fair"

Darrel and Loogie then took their leave, both of them walked away from the blood stained Dixon with a feeling of self-righteousness as they had put a bad person out of work and maybe the area could recover in the short term. As they walked away the addicts who sat on the side walk and sat in doorways looked up at them, rarely had they seen anyone stand up to Dixon yet alone beat him within an inch of his life.

"The Clinic is close by right?" Loogie asked.

Darrel thought to himself before replying, "Yer, I think so, yer"