Anthony heard and smelled the raiders before he saw it, and the name that was thrown around chilled his blood. "Truffles wants that boy dead, ya know that Shitake" one voice cut through the darkness, high and reedy. "Yah, I know that Toadstool," a deeper, rougher voice resounded through the sewer,"but ya know i like the screams of the young ones." Anthony began palming his pistol in one hand, and bringing his flashlight to bear towards the voices. He could make out the outline of the two figures walking towards him. Taking a deep breath, Anthony turned on the heavy duty flashlight at the two figures.

	The two raiders recoiled in surprise, and Anthony responded by performing a Mozampique drill on the large one on the right. As he was bearing on towards the other raider when a round grazed his shoulder, throwing his aim off. One round hit the front raider in the shoulder, knocking him down, but now Anthony could see two other raiders behind the downed one. One was armed with a roughed up Glock pointed at him, and the other carried a rusty shiv and charged him. In response, Anthony responded with something that would have made the American education system proud. "Oh. Fuck. Me." He yelled as he backpedaled from the raider, "Fuck me sideways!"