"A pleasure gentlemen," was Isaac's farewell as he and Zara left the office and rolled out of town.  "Nice work, Zara.  You cut the time on that job in half with those tracking skills of yours."

"A job well done. Do you think we will actually make it there by dark?" Zara inquired.

"Nah," was the answer.  "We should make it the old Manhattan area, but we'll have to hole up in some ruin for the night.  Should make it by the end of tomorrow though."  Off down the small roads they went, heading for main road that ran from Grasscroft westward to Liberty Point.  "You ever been in the old Manhattan area of New York?" he asked her.  "Buildings there are so tall.  I've never seen anything like it anywhere I've been in the wasteland.  New York must've been something special in the Before Times."

...

When the orange-tinged afternoon was showing signs of drawing to a close, Isaac and Zara reached the edge of the skyscrapers that'd had been on their horizon all day.  The two checked buildings, one after another, looking for one that was defensible from critters, raiders, the wind and the rain.  They eventually found a good place with a decent view of the surrounding area and went up to the second floor to drop their stuff.

Isaac walked over to the window and put his hands on the sill as he looked out on the surround, squinting a little as the orange light of the sun shone on his face.  There was no sign of danger, but he did sight some tin cans and bottles in the yard below, which pushed him to the decision of redeeming himself as a teacher, and giving Zara a proper lesson in shooting.

"Hey, let's go outside and get some real shooting practice in," he said to her before leaving the window view.  "If you're not too tired.  I could set up some cans, show you the Weaver Stance technique properly.  Wha dya say?"