Mordred heard a faint gunshot in the distance and was forced to stop himself from  hitting the dirt. Old habits die hard, and he had been guarding one too many a caravan that had been attacked by some lucky raider with a rundown anti-material rifle. He scanned the horizon carefully, seeing nothing more than a relatively harmless bloatfly in the distance before his eyes came to rest on the four story building standing, he thought, rather defiantly in the wastes. He thought for a moment before making his way at a slight jog towards the building. He had just reached the entrance to the lobby of the first floor when he heard 2 definite anti-material rounds go off in quick succession somewhere above his head, he was unable to guesstimate the floor. He shook his head and muttered under his breath,"What the hell is that guy shooting at that he needs 3 of those rounds to kill?" His Pip-Boy took him halfway to the answer by providing a name for the building it was in. His eyes widened and he retrieved his carbine from his back while taking to the stairs slowly but surely.