Justin managed to wrangle himself free from his attacker's grasp as the figure went down to the ground hard, sharp gasps for life occurring over a few brief moments before it went down. He raised a brow in surprise at the source of his assistance. 
"Well, aren't you the constrictor?" As he turned around to face the first attacker, he heard Cameron ask a question that he could only chuckle at.
"Yep. For this part of town, yep, yep and...yep!" With a swift, downward thrust Justin jabbed the blade into the first figure's leg, a howl of pain bouncing off the sturdy walls. The scout grabbed the hardhat off the figure's head and situated the light to find the wide-eyed stare of a young man, probably not even twenty yet. His hands were shaking visibly, his weapon of choice on the ground a few feet away due to Justin's surprise attack. He was trying to worm his way to the gun, but his legs had received too much damage to do anything other than squirm. Justin took a knee next to his former assailant, shining the light in his eyes, noting the deep red that surrounded his irises. 
"Sick." 
"Hey...hey...don't...don't just stand there, man! You gotta get me back, gotta get me feelin all better again!" Spittle flew from his lips, his pupils growing wider by the second. 
"Only way you're ever going to feel better is if you exit this life now." Justin grabbed the gun nearby, examining it for a moment. 
"Before I send you on your way, I need to know where you got these." 
"Dunno, duno...duno..." 
"HEY!" Justin jammed the barrel of the gun into his leg, another shriek of agony shooting through the room. 
"Where?! Where did you get these?!" 
"Gave em to me...just...boss just..gave em to me.."
"Where's your boss?"
"Down the...do..." His eyes rolled into the back of his head, prompting Justin to rise and place a bullet in the young man's head, the echo of the shot jarring the other attacker awake. Justin spun and, using the headlamp to aim, fired another shot at the other's head. With a solid thunk, he collapsed to the ground. As quickly as he could, Justin searched the bodies, finding two clips of pistol ammunition and a glass bottle filled with a greenish-blue powder. 
"I knew it." He strode to his pack, placing the bottle inside before looking to Cameron.
"These guys belonged to a faction of Raiders we've been hunting for months. They take in loners and the downtrodden, get them hooked on a blend of pain-killing drugs and send them out as scavengers. Those swine are too lazy to do their own dirty work, so they exploit the innocent. These boys? Didn't have a chance. They're better off dead. Trust me." He motioned to the gun still in the hand of the attacker Cameron had choked out. 
"Grab it. If you don't know how to use it, just hold it in your hands. It deters trouble pretty quickly." He slipped his pack on.
"We need to move. The gunshots gave away our position, so you stick close. If we can get far enough uptown, there's a safehouse we can hunker down in."