"I'm bored of this chit-chat. It's really eating into murdering time. You guys are just wasting oxygen. Take it all in while you can, I guess. This is just extra time I've spared you. I could've had you shot on sight. You're still alive right now because of me. I expect some gratitude." Blake stands up and leans over the balcony, checking the all out one by one. He's happy with his little collection. He is about to walk out of the area before he bounces and backtracks on his heals. "Oh, almost forgot. My first kill of the day has to be a sacrifice in the name of Atom." Blake is handed a dagger by one of his brutes. He holds it up to showcase it to the group. The blade is razor sharp and lengthy. It looks threatening enough as it is but the weapon appears to be irradiated itself, casting an oddly beautiful yellow-green glow from carves "veins" in the blade. While Blake is showing off, a bunch of his goons on the lower level appear to be making some sort of shoddy cross from old planks of wood, trying the pieces together with rope and propping it against the wall. Someone is set to have a makeshift, budget Crucifixion. "I'm going to go get Dustyn. I'm sure my men in here would like a go on him too. It's...a very pleasurable experience. He always was at his best bent over."

"YOU SICK FUCK!!" Billy eventually bites back, having repressed himself for so long. He beats on the cage and pulls on the bars with all his might to no avail. Scum like him even mentioning Dustyn's name really boils his blood but hearing about what's happening to him really sends him over the edge. Dustyn is a good person and this has happened to him too many times. Just because he's small and cute doesn't give anyone the right to take advantage and abuse him like that. He'll probably be mentally scarred after today...and Billy feels partially responsible for bringing him along. "You sick...sick...fuck..." he says in a quieter tone before weeping and sliding down the bars into a crouching position. Billy's broke.

"Maybe so...but you'll be dead soon so what does it matter what you think?" Blake shrugs and touches the point of the dagger with his fingertip, testing the sharpness. It's perfect for some sacrificing. "I'll be away for...five minutes or so and guess what? That leaves some time for YOU GUYS to decide who's going to be Atom's sacrifice! Such fun!" Blake giggles and claps excitedly before immediately returning to a more serious tone. "If it helps, the one who dies in his name gets to live on in the glow. Oh and if you guys can't decide then I'm afraid I'll have to make things very difficult...painful...drawn out for you. What you've witnessed so far...pure child's play. It can get much darker very fucking quickly." With that, Blake smirks and leaves the walkway and out of the area.

Billy continues to weep on the floor out of sheer anger and frustration. Billy doesn't even mind dying. He's not scared of death and has had many a brushing with it before. It's how powerless he feels that's eating at him. He can't do anything to save his friends. He can't do anything to bring Blake to justice. He just can't do anything. Sayyid crouches beside Billy and puts an arm around him to comfort his younger brother. "We'll get out of this. I swear we will. They'll slip up at some point..." he says, totally lying to make Billy feel better. Sayyid knows they're fucked.

"Nah bruv, I'm not gonna be crucified with one arm. Don't wanna go out looking like a drunken scarecrow hanging off that shit!" While Deneil's remarks are always funny, there is a true sense of fear in his voice and on his face. This has become REAL. The bloodshed is about to begin. The final moments of their lives are here.

"He's trying to divide us and make us turn on each other so he doesn't have to do the work." Oscar says, pacing about the cage in a panic. "Do we throw the vote? We're as good as dead anyway."

"I'm not spending my final hours tortured while these saddos get pleasure from it," Sayyid chimes in from the ground. "Didn't you hear what he said? He'll make it worse for us if we don't decide. I'd much rather die on the spot than be tortured by some mad man or watch my little brothers go through it."

"I say we offer up Scott..." says Joshua in a calm, monotone voice which causes everyone to stop and stare.

"No...hear me out..." Joshua says, raising a hand up in retaliation to the protest. He inches forward towards Scott, who is still sat in the corner of the cage, and crouches down to his eye level. "Something about you has been bugging me since you woke up. Well, that's if you really were even knocked out in the first place. We're all battered and bruised and you? A small scratch on your chin at most, huh?" Joshua reaches out to touch the scratch but Scott swiftly turns his head in annoyance, still remaining silent. "You've sat there in silence, looking rather confused and pensive. No anger, no fear for your life, no sorrow for your friends...just confusion...anxiousness. It's like you're waiting on something. Like you're waiting to be let out..."

"OK, I know things are pretty tense right now but we ha-" Oscar begins to speak up for his best friend but Joshua cuts him off before he has a chance to spill any sanctimonious and sentimental crap about old friendship.

"I'm not finished yet. When I am, then you can have your say. That's how it works." Joshua flashes a smug grin at Oscar before returning his attention to Scott. Oscar just scowls behind his back, mentally cussing him out. "I know that you have no loyalties now, Scott. Nothing to tie you down. Nothing to come home to. You don't even really have a steady home. I'm so sorry about that. However, I had no idea that you'd do something like this. Not wanting to live with your old pals I can get but to sell them out?"

"Joshua, you can't say th-!" Oscar again tries to come to Scott's defence before being shut down by Grimmie. It's not that he believes Joshua but it's Scott's silence that's making Oscar nervous, feeling the need to speak up for him. This is a dangerous situation.

"Again, not finished!" Joshua bites at Oscar, sounding more frustrated this time around. "Blake says he has eyes and ears all over the Commonwealth. You said you take any work that's going. Blake said he knew where Karoliena was. You also knew that information. We're all cut the fuck up. You seem pretty dandy to me. We were all snatched in the night. You were supposed to be keeping guard. I think you were in on this and now you're either feeling extremely guilty or nervous because you've been playing along and Blake still hasn't let you out of the cage." Joshua leans closer to Scott and lowers his voice. "And, probably an oversight, but we were all stripped of our firearms and I can't help but notice...either you're really pleased to see me or...you still have a pistol in your pocket."

Scott looks at Joshua then back at his "friends" before growing scared and frustrated and jumping to his feet, pulling the gun out and aiming it at Joshua. "I WAS TOLD I WOULDN'T BE AROUND FOR THE DYING..."

"How much? How much did they offer you? How many ratty little bottle caps were worth the capture and death of your friends?" Joshua asks, slowly backing away from the gun but still very much at the forefront of the debate. Joshua is used to being on the end of a gun. This is nothing new to him. "Scott...have you even been paid yet? Is that why you're looking all antsy? Maybe it's not guilt, maybe you just want your fucking caps?!"

"Scott, man...please say this is some big fucking mix up...because if this is true..." Riley chimes in, sounding much calmer than Joshua but even more disappointed than him. This is his former band mate and business partner. They toured the world together, grew up together, created music history together and so much more. "If you were that desperate for caps you could've just come to me! Not fucking sell us out like this!" Riley erupts, further annoyed by Scott's silence. Riley does not lose his temper like this easily. Scott really has burnt his bridges now.

Oscar, his best friend or was, just walks off and turns his back on the entire situation and Scott. He can't defend this at all but he can't exactly join the bandwagon and literally crucify his oldest friend. He makes a fist and bites down, muffling his cries. This is all too much. The violence, the betrayal, the death. He didn't sign up for this.

"Oh everyone just shut the fuck up!! I wasn't thinking straight!" Scott finally pipes up, still waving his gun around at different targets within the cage. Oddly enough, the raiders observing do not seem to flinch at the weapon. They're just enjoying the show. "The amounts of chems I'm on...the lack of sleep...plus the fact that we're all good as dead anyway...it seemed like a good idea at the time. We're hardly going to get the glory days back, are we? You guys get captured, I play along, I get my caps and most of you probably fight your way out anyway...that's what I had in my head. Believe me, I didn't know it was going to be like this!"

"Doesn't make it OK, bruv!" Deneil now gets involved. "Kidnapping is still kidnapping. An attempt on your mates' lives is still a fucking attempt. Survival is just luck. You sick in the head or something?!?"

"Like I said, I wasn't thinking straight! I...I don't even work for Blake! I just travel a lot...know stuff..." Scott is starting to crack and the fear is setting in. He's surrounded and Blake will be back any second. "Blake heard from someone that you guys were moving around the Commonwealth. Someone in Hangman's Alley spilled the beans after you passed through. Blake's mob then just spread out over the wasteland. Last night...I didn't set out to have you captured. I let you stay because I wanted to. It just so happened that these guys crossed our paths and...well, I didn't exactly lie about your whereabouts. I was told that he only REALLY wanted Dustyn anyway."

"You were willing to hand over Dusty?!?!" Billy suddenly comes to life, making a beeline for Scott. Selling him out is one thing but to hand over little Dusty willingly? That's a totally different story. Scott must pay.

Scott aims the gun at Billy's face, threatening to shoot if he steps any closer which manages to slightly subdue him. "Back off!" he spits, jabbing the gun into Billy's forehead, literally pushing him backward.

Joshua then cuts into Scott's line of sight, trying to take over the situation again. "You might sell us out...but you won't shoot one of us. You even said yourself that Blake promised you that you wouldn't be around to witness any death. You don't have the stomach for it. You couldn't handle the guilt. You're not a killer...you're a snitch...and a little pussy. Pull that trigger if you dare." Joshua steps up to Scott, deflecting the attention off of Billy. The gun is now on Joshua's chest.

"FUCK YOU!" Scott yells before pulling the trigger...to no avail. "What the...?" Scott pulls again to discover an empty clip. Billy comes from the side with a mean right hook, cracking Scott on the nose and knocking him on his ass.

Sayyid wipes his forehead with a shaky hand, totally horrified and on edge with this ordeal. He looks at Joshua before patting him on the back. "I didn't think I would say this but...you've got some big balls, kid. I'm glad you don't miss a trick." For as annoying as he finds Joshua, Sayyid is grateful for him and definitely warming to the guy. Moral standpoints may differ throughout the group but his sleuthing and bravery has helped them along the way, unmasking Covenant and Scott. He's definitely going to be a challenge for Blake.

"Agreed...fuck him..." Billy spits, giving Scott a swift kick before walking away from the scene. Literally hundreds of years of friendship has gone just like that. Even though Weekend haven't officially been a thing for well over a century, this definitely marks the end of the partnership. Billy is done. Scott groans on the floor in a heap, clutching his busted nose.

Most people nod in agreement but Riley and Oscar seem to have removed themselves from the situation, standing a good few paces away. Riley is comforting Oscar, who still has his back turned and is clearly distraught about it all. They don't object to the sacrifice of Scott but they can't bring themselves to verbally agree to it either. It would just be TOO MUCH to sentence a lifelong friend to death regardless of what has just gone down. The majority rules anyway so it's not as if they can sway the vote. The only other person who hasn't said anything is Reuben, who just stands in the centre of the cage, not having a clue about what is going on.

Suddenly, the scraping of the iron doors fills the room again. Blake returns but rather than being up on the walkway he is on the ground level with the cage and he also has guests. Dustyn is dragged with the scruff of his neck by Blake and then thrown down in front of the cage. His hands are tied in front of him with thick rope, his forehead is all cut up and the waist of his trousers sit rather low and off kilter, suggesting the worst. He doesn't say anything. Dustyn just lays there with that spaced out look. A bullet to the head would be more dignifying. Behind Blake comes Dallas, bound and secured by a bunch of raiders. He's livid at what he was forced to watch Dustyn go through. It made it sweeter for Blake though. Making Dallas feel powerless while Dustyn needed him was bliss. "So...you guys decided on who gets to meet Atom?" Blake asks with a smile, standing next to the beaten Dustyn.

Blake smirks when he hears that they've come to a decision. Not only have they decided to play the game but they have selected Scott, meaning that he doesn't have to pay him anymore. He was never going to but at least he can use religious sacrificing as an excuse now. "Ah...judging by that bloodied nose I guess you sussed him out? He was never really part of my grand plan, just a small helping hand and now a bonus for the body count. Out of all the people in the old world, I was actually going to let him live. I only captured him and involved him because he just so happened to be at the estate. He was never really on my list because...well, it's Scott...he's never really mattered, has he?"

Billy is meanwhile crouched down, reaching out through the bars to stroke Dustyn's cheek and comfort him as best as he can, playing with his hair to soothe him. It's all he can do to show support for his best friend right now. He is so enraged yet defeated at the same time. He has no idea what to do or say other than whimper and gently touch him. Billy has no idea how Dallas must be feeling right now after witnessing it all and being unable to do anything about it in his restraints. The tender exchange is stopped abruptly when Blake picks up Dustyn by the collar and drags him to his feet, moving him away from the entrance.

"Guys, I want him...the one who can't sing!" Blake says, pointing to Scott who is curled on the floor nursing a broken nose. "I also want the pretty deaf boy. Let's have some fun with him." Blake grins, pointing at Reuben, who is now utterly terrified. The crazed leader opens the door and some of his thugs enter the cage while others immediately block it to prevent any escape attempts.

"NO! PLEASE! PLEASE! NO!! I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!!!!" Scott screams out as he's picked up by four raiders, grabbing a wrist and ankle each. His screams and wriggles are futile as the burly men carry him with ease. It's becoming more and more real as he begins to yell and beg for his life. "PUT ME DOWN!! PLEASE! PLEASE!! I'M SO SORRY. I'M SO FUCKING SORRY. I D-I DON'T WANNA DIE...I DON'T W-.....PLEASE!!" Scott's pleading then morph into nonsensical babbling and tears as he's carried across the floor towards the cross.

The other raiders in the cage grab Reuben, holding his hands behind his back and escorting him out of the cage with brute force. Blake locks it behind him and thanks his men, handing one of them some rope to tie Reuben's hands behind his back. "NOW REUBEN, WE'RE NOT GOING TO HURT YOU OK?!" Blake says in an overly loud and patronising way on account of Reuben's hearing impairment. It makes Joshua fizzle with anger from within the cage. Blake continues to mock him and as he does so, Scott can be heard screaming and the harsh thud of an iron nail being hammered into the palm of his hand is heard. "WE'RE JUST GOING TO DO A LITTLE EXPERIMENT OK?!" By this point, Reuben's hands have been tied tightly behind his back and he's been brought to his knees. Blake produces a piece of red material that looks like an old bandanna of sorts. With force, he wraps it around Reuben's eyes and ears, tying it viciously tightly at the back of his head before knocking him onto his side. "SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES YOU TO GET OUT OF THAT!". The crowd of assholes laugh and cheer at the bullish action while Reuben wriggles and whimpers on the crowd, the sheer fear he's feeling being evident in his voice. He is almost completely deaf but with the material over his ears, it has a greater impact and it has also cut off his sight. Reuben is practically deaf and blind in a room full of armed raiders with a psychotic leader. His senses are cut off and his imagination is running wild. He has no idea what will happen to him. While he's just laying on the ground, safe for now, for all he knows there could be a man pointing a gun at his head right now.

"You're fucking sick. Do you always have to get your thrills without people's consent? In fact, don't answer that. Nobody would willingly entertain you." Joshua is probably going to get himself killed with his remarks but they're all as good as dead anyway. Might as well say what's on their minds.

Deneil inches in behind Erich and whispers after Joshua's remarks, "Fam...I think I low-key love him...". Deneil nods towards Joshua being totally serious in his statement. It's a power thing; Deneil is crushing on the 6ft 3 badass with abs.

Blake hands Dustyn back over to one of his men, making sure that he's close to Dallas but still out of reach. He's a bit of a dick like that. Reuben manages to get back up onto his knees, totally panicked and disoriented, only for Blake to walk past him and shove him back down onto his side. "Oooh this is a fun game!" he says with a snicker, stepping over the wriggling Reuben. Picking on the weak ones is just the start. Blake's building up and can't wait to take on and take out targets like Joshua, Riley, Nina. This sadistic game is just a very small taster of what he has in store.

Billy finally arises to his feet after a long period of feeling down and out. While he's still upset and terrified, he has to do something to take his mind off of the sight of Dustyn and the screams of Scott. "We're getting out of here," he says in a very matter of fact manner. He drops the coat Joshua gave him, remaining in just his boxers and giving Erich a little wink. He's tired of feeling trapped and useless. They'll be liberated...soon. "I don't have a solid plan, no...but we know Blake has the key, we know these goons don't move unless he commands them and he's singling us out one by one. Someone here is going to be brave and smart enough to make a move once he opens the doors. He clearly has a specific plan and order. If we throw it off kilter, he won't know what to do. I mean, it's Blake. He's not the most ferocious. The only reason we haven't torn him limb from limb is because he's playing a dirty game."

Dustyn turns to face Dallas with silent tears running down his cheeks. "I'm sorry..." he says in a quiet and groggy voice, speaking for the first time since the abduction. He's slowly winding down from the shock of his ordeal with Blake and some of his goons. Even though none of it is his fault, Dustyn still feels the need to apologise. He wish Dallas didn't have to witness that and he can't help but feel dirty.

"PLEASE NOOOO! PLEASE!! LET ME DOWN! LET ME DOWN! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!" Scott cries out with the nails in his hands and rope around his feet. A bunch of the raiders gather around him on the cross and Blake walks through the middle of them, with his beloved dagger drawn as he approaches Scott. "Quite frankly, you've already fulfilled everything I needed you to do. Now you go on to do something greater; you're going to be a sacrifice for Atom." At the mention of their God's name, Blake and the others bow their heads and start chanting in what sounds like an ancient language. This is not the regular Children of Atom bullshit. This is next level. After the creepy mumbling of the cult, Blake erupts with the glowing dagger and plunges it into Scott's chest. He holds it in place and yells "GLORY TO ATOM!" before removing it. Scott screams out in pain and a river of deep red blood oozes from his chest and down his body. The wound didn't kill him on impact but it won't be long before he bleeds out. He begins to cough up blood and his screams subdue as the radiation travels through.

Billy turns his head, knowing Scott isn't far off dying. He hates him but he can't watch his final moments, giving their history. It would seem like a true ending and Billy doesn't like finality. If he doesn't watch, he can maybe make up some ludicrous story that Scott's spirit escaped and entered the body of someone else or some shit like that. "Whoever he picks out next...I hope you give him a swift kick in the nuts if you have the chance. I know I will."

Just then, things take an unexpected turn as the crucifixion process is extended. Scott is still alive and rather than leaving him to bleed out in front of everyone, the raiders are dousing him in a liquid from big red canisters. The smell of the gas is unmistakable. Even Joshua is aghast at how twisted this little man is becoming. "OK, just stop right there! He's an asshole but this is too far. He's still breathing. What the fuck do you think you're doing?!?!"

"This..." Blake says bluntly, looking at Joshua and not at his target when he whips out a pistol and shoots at the trail. It ignites and travels along the floor and quickly engulfs the crucifix and Scott. He screams out the most horrid and disturbing sounds from within the blaze. Riley watches in horror and brings Oscar in as close as he can, shielding his eyes and ears from the burning of his best friend. "He glows like Atom now." Blake grins and conceals his weapons, stepping back to watch Scott go up in flames. The screaming continues at a deafening volume before abruptly stopping. The flames intensify and Scott's corpse burns before them, leaving a deadly smell in the air.

"Oh put it away, Billy!!" Blake calls from outside the cage in response to his lack of clothing, although he does take a moment to check him out. "We've seen it all before. It's boring. Sayyid's the pretty one anyway. Isn't that right, Sayy?" Blake smiles and Sayyid responds with the rising of his middle finger. No time for niceties. He just burned someone alive. Escaping and surviving are the only things on Sayyid's mind. Compliments can come later. "Nice. I'll put extra thought into your torture, pretty boy." Blake rolls his eyes and slowly walks over to Reuben which causes a few people to wince, worrying about what he plans to do to him. Blake just sighs and bends down, cutting his robe with the dagger and sets him free. "I'm bored of this game now. You don't do much, do you?!" he shouts at Reuben, taking the bandanna off his eyes. Reuben just sits there, totally bewildered. He finds himself out of the cage but very much isolated and in among the brutes. He looks back and forth between his friends and his kidnapper.

"I don't know what his next move is...unfortunately I feel like Reuben is next." Joshua says quietly when they're discussing when and how they should ambush Blake. Reuben is already out of the cage and an easy target. It's unlikely he'll reopen the cage to put him back in only to take him out again later. "I kinda hope Dustyn goes rouge." Joshua knows it's not a popular opinion. Putting Dustyn in more danger seems evil but there's some logic behind it. "Blake won't kill him...well that's what I'm banking on. He's too enamoured with him. He'll hurt him and manipulate him to no end but he won't kill him. Dustyn could take control of this entire situation." Joshua sighs after conjuring up a dream scenario in his head that is highly unlikely. Dustyn can barely speak and fire a weapon let alone dethrone someone like Blake and rise against a small army.

"Don't drag Dustyn into this, Grimmie," says Billy in a saddened voice. Even the notion. Just then, Blake literally drags Dustyn into it by grabbing his collar and moving across the room with him. His poor bare feet stumble over each other and receive all sorts of cuts from the debris on the ground. Blake gives Reuben a swift kick while passing, winding him and causing him to double over on his side. He presses Dustyn up against the bars with a hand tightly gripping his hair as he begins to kiss the back of his neck. The fear and discomfort shows on his face. He briefly makes eye contact with Erich before being spun around, now with his back against the cage and face to face with Blake. "Anyone feel like some fun with him? A last thrill before it's lights out? 50 caps." As Blake makes the disgusting offer, his hands travel down Dustyn's back and slowly pull down his clothing. His backside is shockingly bruised and worst of all...there's blood in places. It shows the extremity of Dustyn's abuse. He visibly quivers when Blake touches his flesh.

Blake thumps Erica's head with his boot. He loves to kick people while they're down both figuratively and literally. "Look at you down there like a glorified mole rat. Should've known you'd try a dirty trick." Blake kicks some of the dust and debris from the ground into Erica's face. Sayyid tries his best to pull her back in before Blake does any more damage to her head. He returns his attention back on Dustyn, making sure that his actions are slowed down for everyone to see. Blake caresses Dustyn's butt before moving his hand further in, dangerous close to the more wounded area. Dustyn lets out a loud "Arghhh!!" and sucks air in through gritted teeth while clenching as Blake inserts a finger. "Nobody took up the offer. You aren't worth 50 caps, Dusty..." Blake pouts before throwing Dustyn onto the floor in front of the cage. "You're DIRTY, that's why! Nobody wants a dirty boy like you." He just leaves him there, not even bothering to pull his trousers back up.

An enormous rumble is heard and felt below ground, causing the floor to pretty much shake and vibrate. "What the fuck was that?!" Blake moves away from the cage, looking rather confused and alerted. This is not part of his plan. Even his goons are looking around in bewilderment, not sure what to make of the situation. "Go fucking find out!!" he yells at a bunch of them, pointing at the large iron door. "Arms!" Blake commands, holding his hands out. One of his men hand him a harpoon gun. It's hardly the quickest and best weapon but can be deadly if used right. "This your doing?" he asks towards the people in the cage, pointing the harpoon at them.

"Yeah we called the fucking A Team, bruv." Deneil says with a roll of his eyes. "Of course it weren't us! Maybe it's Atom coming 'round for tea?" Joshua has to bite his lip to stifle his laughter from Deneil's jokes. It really isn't the time for humour but Deneil just has a way about him. "Now you letting us out or nah?!"

"No I will not. We'll see to this inconvenience and you will all stay put!" Blake warns, raising the gun once more. Another tremor fills the building followed by gunfire. A few moments later, one of his raiders return, red in the face from running so fast. "Super Mutants, my Lord! Lots and lots of super mutants. Overlord, Master, Brutes, hounds...it's an ambush!". Blake screws up his face and makes a fist in annoyance, his face almost turning as red as his sidekicks. "Ugh!! Fucking mutants. OK...OK...we'll deal with this. No need to be all emotional and dramatic, we're not Spanish." Blake turns to a small handful of his men, the ones subduing Dallas and a few others around them, "You guys stay here. Everyone else? Follow me!" And with that, Blake heads out with most of his men to deal with the mutants.

Meanwhile on the floor, with his hands still tied in front of him, Dustyn whimpers and tries to get someone's attention. His clasped hands poke through the bars and in his shaking grip is a key. When Blake was getting up close and personal without his consent, Dustyn managed to grab it from his pocket.

Billy bends down and carefully takes the key from Dustyn, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. He doesn't want to bring any attention to themselves earlier than they need to. There's no plan other than to get the fuck out. There's a high chance they will be shot on sight the moment this door opens. Granted, there are only a handful of the raiders now but they all have guns while everyone else remains unarmed aside from Erich and his knife...which won't exactly do much damage. Dustyn wriggles out of the way of the door so not to cause a pile up while his friends stampede out.

Billy slowly rises back to his knees and gently rests his head against the bars on the door, making it look like he's just relaxing and reflecting. Meanwhile, his shaking hand hovers with the key over the lock knowing that all hell could break loose in a few seconds. He speaks quietly as the key enters the lock secretively, "Nina...Oscar...Erica...Riley...Sayyid...Deneil...Joshua...Erich...it's been my pleasure. Best of luck!" His voice picks up as he twists the key into the lock and swings the door open. Rather than make a beeline for the door or one of the raiders, Billy tends to Dustyn and gives him the tightest hug possible.

Reuben, seeing the sudden change of events of bravery of his friends, finally steps up and takes matters into his own hands. He knows he's in a better position than the others, being further out onto the floor and not the centre of attention unlike those running out of the cage. He jumps to his feet and runs over, tackling one of the raiders holding Dallas to the ground. This allows Dallas to fight the others off more easily and gives Reuben a chance to grab a weapon for the team. "You people are not very nice!" Reuben punches the raider in the face before stealing his sub-machine gun.

Joshua also runs over to one that is stationed besides Scott's torched body. He takes off his boot and uses it as a weapon, swinging it by the laces and clunking the raider on the head with it. A scuffle ensues between them before Joshua manages to get him in a headlock. A loud snapping noise is heard and the raider falls limp.

Bullets start to fly across the room between both parties. Riley ducks and navigates his way through the shower of shells, heading towards Dallas to help him out. Getting the Brotherhood Paladin back on his feet would prove most useful in a situation like this. He's one of their strongest fighters.

Riley dashes over to Dallas, ducking down and avoiding the raining shells as best he can. He immediately sees Dallas' distraught state and tries his best to comfort and motivate him as best he can amidst a gun battle. While the Minutemen and the Brotherhood had totally different ideologies, a life and death situation like this between old friends supersedes and overthrows dogma. "Come on, mate. Come on, we're alright. We're alright," Riley says as soothingly as possible whilst trying to get Dallas back up onto his feet. He knows Dallas isn't just going to bounce right back and will need a lot of coaxing to get out of his current head space. "We're out. We're out of the cage. Dustyn gave us the key and he's alive. We're all getting out of here, OK?" Riley says, rubbing Dallas' back and sounding like he's trying to soothe an upset child.

Joshua and Sayyid manage to grab sub machine guns for themselves and let rip on the raiders. "MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" screams Joshua, mowing them down from his position behind a large pillar. After witnessing just how cruel these bastards are, mercy was no option for Joshua. Raiders are cold blooded to begin with but these Atom worshipping loons are something else. Each shot was for Dustyn and on a smaller scale, Scott. If not for the overly brutal death then for corrupting a once good man at least.

Reuben runs over to Erica when he notices that she has been wounded. It's probably not a big deal to Erica, who has more than likely been through worse, but it startles Reuben to see one of his friends hurt. Although they had a slight altercation back at the estates, he wouldn't want anything to happen to her or any of his friends. "Are you OK?!" he asks while also signing. Even in the midst of a raging battle, Reuben is still soft and sweet. He's also proven himself to be far more braver, having gotten involved in the conflict himself and now openly standing in it rather than cowering away in somewhere safe.

Deneil and Oscar help each other out, creeping around and looting what they can from the corpses. Whether it's ammo, stimpaks or a half eaten packet of gum drops, it all counts. They've had pretty much everything else stripped away from them. Dr Oscar needs as many makeshift medical supplies as possible because there will no doubt be a plethora of wounds to patch up later. Oscar stuff his pockets with stimpaks and scuttles over to the door when he sees that the ambush is dying down in favour of his side. He heaves the door open, ready to make his escape with the others.

"Thanks Erica, now my potential last ever thoughts could be of my big brother sinking his dick in you!" Billy calls back upon discovering Sayyid's promiscuous ways with the ladies. He always knew Sayyid was a charmer and hit with the ladies but had no idea he had worked his way around to Erica and co. He helps Dustyn to dress again, restoring what little dignity he has left. "Do you need help up?" Billy asks, softly playing with Dustyn's hair in a nurturing manner.

Dustyn looks up at both Billy and Erich before looking down at the floor and giving a defeated nod. He barely has the energy to speak let alone stand and fight after everything he endured. "I'm sorry..." he says once again in an extremely quiet and timid voice.