"Sir....." A man said entering a dark room with his first step on the hardwood floor emitting a loud creak. His attention was directed at a man in the corner of the room sitting at a desk writing on a typewriter. 

"Yea Sergeant Young." The man said in a gruff voice grabbing a bottle of Whiskey from under the desk and pouring it in two dirty shit glasses. " Captain Von Braun  reports of a raider gang attacking... Davenport I believe are coming in from merchants pouring in."

The Captain almost chocked on his drink. "Finally something to do!" He said shallowing  the whiskey in one huge gulp. " Dispatch the 3rd Expedition Company if memory serves me right they are the closest to Davenport." He got up and put on a leather jacket, "Oh and one last thing. I am heading out too."