"Perhaps..." The laser pistol bandit said, "How do we know we can trust you?" He said and pointed the laser pistol at James' head.

The grenade bandit put the pin back in his grenade and walked over to the caravan wagon. He started rooting through the boxes.

Nightingale had her energy rifle in hand as the bandits came along, ready to shoot until one had flashed a grenade around. Not wanting for everyone here to go up in smoke the girl lowered her gun and got to her knees, She had hoped though that they didn't pay much attention to her out here.
Nightingale got her frag grenades ready just encase she needed them though and her energy pistol was still at her hip, i worst came to worst she had a combat knife as well hidden on her person. SO for now the girl just let the bandit leader do what he wanted and let the others talk, while she tried to think of a plan that wouldn't get anyone killed except the bandits.

Harald jumped from a blind spot in the bandit's defense and flying jump kicked the grenade out of the mans hand, and proceeded to spin around him and proceeded to bash him with his elbow. He hadn't thought of the sniper, and when he notice a bullet fly by he started run in a zig zag to get behind the wagon, only to be greeted by a laser pistol to his head. Herald disarmed the man, being shot in the side in the process, but manage to bash the bandit with his new found laser gun. Herald sat down and covered the wound. No doubt the sniper was going to go berserk any minute, but he was sure the others could take one man on.

Tesla had snuck around the bandits and had seen Harold make the first move. Tesla put his gun on the neck of the sharpshooter and pulled the trigger "get outta my country". Tesla turned to shout to Harold "you alright?". Not seeing any other people who might try and fill him with lead.

Herald heard the shout and pondered for a second. Why would a sniper ask that? Maybe these guys were less savage than he thought, it would be rude not to respond, and it wasn't like he needed to focus on staying alive so he responded.

"I'll be fine when you stop shooting"

James saw what just happened in front of him.He nodded to his boys. They shot the Canadian in his knee and the other one in the foot. James turned around and said "Please hand over all caps and ammo and food to my slaves. No one will get hurt. Last chance anyone want in?" He then walked over to the caravan took some caps and ammo and was ready while his men watched everyone.

The bandits that Herald had knocked out a minute ago began to stir. You heard mumbling coming from one and from the other you hear metal sliding on metal. The grenade bandit rolled over and as he was rolling, the pin from his grenade got caught on a stick. You all hear a quiet sizzling sound and then a large, deafening explosion goes off near you. Luckily, almost all of the shrapnel got stuck in the bandit but a single piece flew to where James was and struck one of his men in the back of the skull, killing him (James is still alive though). The bandits corpse flew a few feet in the air and landed down next to Nightingale.

James heard the explosion and turned around while saying "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?" He turned around to see a man blown to bits and one of his men dead.James took the loss as no concern and as he had gotten caps from almost all of the people making it 564 caps and some 9mm ammo along with foods. His slaves,guard and himself then ran off heading to the nearest slave camp he knew about which was about a 2 day walk.

Nightingale watched as a dead raider landed down next to her, seeming totally indifferent about the matter though her face under the mask had a look of disgust on it. Ignoring it though she bent down and started to loot the dead man of anything useful she needed, caps, weapons and ammo she could sell and new boots as well. The girl was glad that no one bothered to try and steal her stuff as she was rather fond of her energy weapons, and she really needed what few caps she had, Night would have shot anyone who tried to steal from her anyway as she wasn't very tolerant to those kinds of people.

Ashton struggled into a kneeling position and wretched a few times. He'd been fortunate enough to avoid getting blown apart or shredded by shrapnel when the grenade had gone off, however the sound of the blast was still extremely disorienting, not to mention extremely painful to his ears. The nomad scooped up his pistol as he made out the shape of James and his posse running off with the supplies from the caravan, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Ash roared as he raised his pistol and squeezed off a few shots. Sadly, many of them were totally inaccurate due to Ashton's shaking, which had been brought on by the aforementioned disorientation, however he was lucky enough to nick one of James in the arm before running out of ammo. "FUCK." Ashton spat before slumping back into a sitting position to check on his injured foot which was still bleeding rather badly, not to mention it hurt too much to try and walk.

Well this was about to be highly ironic, he'd spent most of the trip avoiding so much as looking at the other passengers, and now he was going to have to take a gamble and trust them not to fuck him over, "Alright...if any of you guys can walk and hear me, under the seat of the wagon where the driver was, there should be an old military duffel bag. I paid the driver extra to hang onto it. Inside there should be a shotgun, a carbine, a pistol, and a bit of food and medical supplies.", Ash gestured to the front of the wagon. "Whichever one of you can bring me my bag, you're welcome to keep half of the food, and the pistol along with the ammo it takes" As he spoke Ashton silently prayed for two things: the first was that at least one person's hearing wasn't muffled like his, and the second being that whomever heard him wouldn't royally screw him.

Nightingale had heard Ashton when he spoke up about a bag in the wagon, finishing looting the dead Raider then looking over to the man then the wagon before getting up and heading to the Wagon to climb in and grab this bag. She didn't really trust anyone else in the group to grab it without stealing it for themselves much like Ashton as well she suspected so she wanted to do it for him, she found that most men weren't very trust worthy these days she had learnt from experience.
After a little bit of searching around where the driver sat she found the duffel bag and grabbed it, leaving the Wagon and making her way to where Ashton was sitting getting his bearings and placed it down next to him "Here you are, and I don't need half the food, though a little bite to eat would be enough for me. I am rather hungry at the current time" she told him as she waited for his thanks and something to eat. Her voice was soft when she spoke to Ashton and even though he wouldn't see it she was smiling to him just a little under that mask.

Ashton was rather surprised when Nightingale brought him his stuff and only asked for a small portion of his offer, "Thats certainly doable, thanks a lot." he said sincerely before opening the bag. He reached in, lovingly brushing his shotgun for a second before digging around and pulling out a bandage roll, a silver flask, his bowie knife, and two cans of pork n' beans, "Bon appetit." Ashton said before tossing the cans to Nightingale. The wanderer quickly unlaced his boot and sucked in a deep breath before pulling it off gently. There was plenty of blood, though thankfully the bullet hadn't gone too deep, nor did it knick and artery, all in all Ash was certain he'd be able to walk on his own within a few hours of treating the wound.

"This is going to suck..." he mumbled before uncapping the flask and pouring the contents onto the wound. Theres nothing quite like feeling 90 proof whiskey seeping into a wound, that is to say, there's no burning pain quite like it, the alcohol made for an excellent disinfectant though, so for now Ash would have to suck it up. Pulling his knife from its sheath, Ash doused the blade in whiskey as well before jamming the tip into his flesh and easing the bullet out, gritting his teeth to avoid making a sound as it rose bit by bit before popping out with a gush of blood. Ever the endurer Ashton wrapped his foot and carefully slipped it back into his boot with nary a sound, then thanked his long since deceased sister for showing him how to dress a wound properly. It may not have been pretty, but it would help him get to a town where he could get a hold of a doctor.

For those of you who don't read the OOC:
Ok guys, this is how I think I'm going to do this. After each "Encounter" such as this one, I'll give you guys a bunch of options on where to go next. Then you can all pick from that. What do you think of that?

Ahead on the road there is a:
Slave Camp
Government Controlled Waypoint
CU Outpost

(I don't mind either way? :I)

"Don't mention it. honestly I just didn't trust any of the men here to not steal your stuff, no offence since you are a man yourself" Nightingale shrugged as she caught the can of pork n' beans easily, sitting down opposite of Ashton and opening one to eat it now so she could save the other for later.
The girl noticed that the man in front of her had been shot in his foot and to her it looked rather bad, she had been shot a good number of times herself and it was never a nice experience "Being shot does suck doesn't it? At least it is only your foot and not closer to your vital organs" She tried to reassure him about it "I could help if you want, I like to help people who need it though I expect you to be the kind of guy to try and tough it out like a real man" She continued to speak before falling quiet so that he could concentrate on getting that bullet out.
While he did that Night continued to eat her meal while wondering where she should head off to now, there were many places she could go from here but she needed to figure out if she were to travel alone or with someone or remain in a group. The Latter would be safer though it would be no fun is she remained safe for to long, the girl craved for danger and adventure.

James after being shot kept running. They ran for an hour before they stopped and he tied up his hit arm. He then searched through his slaves pack and got out a map of the area, sure it was outdated but it still had most of the same features. He payed his merc a 100 caps and they head towards the slaver camp. They'd arrived in less then a day.

(I'll post when I arrive unless you want me to deal with an encounter.)

Tesla sat on the ground and pulled out some Dandy Lad snack cakes and started to eat. He had built a light out of some parts he had, the dim light blinking on and off at odd intervals. He tinkered with the light as he ate his food. "So where we heading next guys?." Tesla asked not looking up from the light. "There is an outpost not too far from here, we could go there and re-stock and then...I dunno check Ottawa out?". He had hoped that the caravan would stop in Ottawa to see if his parents were okay.

Ashton experimentally moved his foot around, grimacing as he felt small shocks of pain course through his foot every now and then, "I think i'll be alright. Although being shot really does suck all manner of ass, it isn't the first time its happened to me." he said to Nightingale. As Tesla mentioned heading to the outpost in Ottawa, Ash grunted and plunged his knife into the dirt, he wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of continuing to travel in a group, however his injury put in him at a disadvantage in the event that he got caught by more bandits, or god forbid, a death claw. Ashton wasn't too sure if there even WERE death claws this far north, but he didn't want to risk it on his own just yet. "I suppose the outpost is as good a place as any to get some real medical assistance. I'm in for now. It'll give me a chance to rest and restock too before I move on.".

(You guys picked the SU outpost)
You walked down the road for a few miles. It had begun to snow while you were traveling. Eventually you came across a camp. There is a large fire built in the middle with tents all around it. There is a log cabin directly adjacent from you, on the other side of the fire. As you walk through the path up to the camp two men step out in front of you and raise their rifles.
"Who are you?" They demand.