Bluey looked through his binoculars and gazed at the large group that was moving towards him and his boys. He was out on a usual hit and run mission on a settlement to the south to test their defences. It wasn't until this new lot popped up that he stopped and took notice. He saw that there was a whole bunch of them, they looked like pros and had some great gear on them, as well as some weird E thingy on them. He looked at his lot, and frowned. He mostly had a lot of Jet guys with him, they were good as snipers and gunners, as well as a few Psycho users who were mainly crowd control, all in all he had about 30 with him, all pissed off and itching for a fight. "Alright folks, change of plans." He spoke to his boys, "We got some new jacks coming towards us, and they mean buisness. The usual plan for an ambush, dig find somewhere with protection and cover yourselves with snow. We may need bait, you!" He pointed at a Raider who was a heavy user of MedX and liked to use clubs. "Lie down in the centre here and bleed a little, just enough to make it look like your badly hurt. When they come to check ya, beat their heads in." Everyone nodded and got to work, the MedX boy grabbed a gun and shot himself in the side, just enough to bleed a lot without doing too much damage, or at least what he thought he could live with, and played dead, right in the middle of everyone waiting as patiently as they ever could.