Winston walked into the Fairfax ruins, his arms up in the air to signal he was unarmed. The raiders hidden in the surrounding buildings quickly emerged, from their hiding spots, signalling a friendly entrant. [i]"Maybe this time they wont screw me'[/i] Winston thought to himself. Two of the masked raiders came approached him, their stench making his nose quiver. They patted him down, checking for any hidden weapons. taking the bag he had slung over his shoulder, they dumped its contents onto the floor. Hundreds of bullets poured out of the sack onto the floor. [i]'Unappreciative mongrels'[/i] Winston thought to himself. 
The raider's signaled back further into the shadows of the buildings until another one emerged from a building to Winston's left. He carried a small metal box engraved with a large S encased in a ruby like shape. The raider approached Winston and handed him the small box. Unhinging the small latch, Winston opened the box and checked the contents to make sure it was what he paid for. Nodding his head he shook hands with the raider. 
"If you guys get your hand's on anything else you think I might be interested in, I'll be happy to do business with you again." Marcus said turning around heading back out of the ruins. He heard the raiders gather the bullets back into the sack and scatter back into the ruins. 
[i]'That could've gone a whole lot worse'[/i] Winston thought to himself. Making his way further out of the raider campsite, Winston further inspected the contents of the box. Inside were 3 small canisters with small plastic tips. Old faded labels read "Butane". Picking up the canister and giving it a good shake, he could feel the gas inside. He smirked as this specific group of raiders had screwed him in the last two trades he'd made. Walking further out of the city, Marcus found the bush under the make shift road sign sticking on the side of the road. He'd seen it many times coming through fairfax, and the awkward shape of the bush made it a perfect stache spot. Reaching into the thorns, he pulled out his large backpack of metals and assorted trinkets. 
He couldn't help but notice blood had been splatted on the sign. Someone's had been at his spot and didn't grab his supply, he grinned to himself with satisfaction. Reading the sign as he walked away [i]"Megaton 4 mi'[/i] he thought. [i]'I can be there by nightfall'[/i] as he began to walk north.