Before Justin could issue a command, he saw them come around the corner and instantly reached for the gun that he had placed in the side pocket on his pack, withdrawing it just as they began their march towards them. There were three of them, all of whom had various pieces of what looked like armor covering parts of their bodies, yet they all had chestpieces covering their upper half. Gleaming black assault rifles were gripped tightly, pointed forward. Two women and a man, the triage wearing expressions of grim seriousness as they got closer. Bianca shrieked in alarm as she sprinted past Justin and Cameron, the other girl following suit, leaving the two to fend for themselves. Justin took a quick glance around, noting the ruins of a townhouse to their right. 
"Get up the stairs and into the house. Now." He hissed, muscles springing into action as he hopped over the remnants of a steel fence, bullets beginning to hail on their location as he sprinted up the crumbling stairs and through the doorway, planting his right shoulder against the wall before extending his left arm and firing a few potshots as return fire. The bullets stopped coming after a few moments, a woman's voice breaking the brief silence:
"We know of what you carry! Bring it to us and there will not have to be anymore bloodshed!" 
"Ooooooh no!" Justin fired off another blind shot before shouting:
"You tell us exactly who you people are and why on earth you decided to pick a fight with one of the most powerful settlements on the East Coast?!" A laugh echoed through the street.
"Powerful?! Please! Your little excuse of a village couldn't stand up to us for longer than a few minutes. We've torn it to shreds and will do the same to you if you don't hand over the steel box!" 
"You know, we have a TON of steel boxes back at the camp! You can have any of those! It's on me!" A burst of assault rifle fire made Justin jump back slightly.
"We don't have to hurt you! Just hand over the box and you can both piddle along in your meager existence!" 
"Piddle?" A heavy clinking sound could be heard as the armored wordsmiths made their way to Cameron and Justin's hiding place, Justin checked the clip in his pistol and cursed silently. He looked back, finding that the back of the house had fallen apart, leaving them an escape route. 
"Come on! Move!" He ran, jumping down from the house onto what would have been the yard, a cacophony of assault rifle fire descending upon them.