Contracted by the folks over at Vault City, I've been peeking around out here in the mountainous wastes' south of them. It's been nearly a week now and calling it a day for today is starting to sound really good. The last three caves had two read-scorpion nests and one group of vicious mole rats. Then I see a Raider patrol exiting one I was planning to use as refuge.
"This is it I," whispered to myself, "I found them."
I wait until night to creep my way inside the cave. Not even five steps in I find myself nearly engulfed by a fireball. I come to my senses and realize they've layed traps all along this passage. I shake my head and tread more carefully. I still have the occasional near-miss, due to falling stones, or a rat setting off the explosives. The closest call i've had so far has been the trap floor that lead to a fifteen foot drop, on top of a rad-scorpion pit.
I hear laughter and chatter now from an opening on the other side of this gauntlet. I take my pistol to my side and follow the sounds. My eyes squint a bit at the brighter lighting of the camp, deep within the cave. As my vision returns i narrowly avoid blowing myself to bits by luckily side stepping a raised plate.
Two gates seperate me and them, and it seems these guys are too busy talking to really patrol. I pick the first lock on the gate no problem. The second gate was giving more troubles when it clicked open for me. Loud enough for one of them to hear it.
He turns to me and squints to make sure that hes never seen me. Reaching over his shoulder, he pulls his shotgun out of its sling and points it right at me.
"Boy... You've wandered into the wrong cave..." *his voice is deep and hoarse. he grins before pulling the trigger, but his aim sucks as the pellets miss me. this is my chance.
I holster my pistol and and swing my sling around, catching and hoisting up my Bozar Assault Cannon. "And you just made your last mistake!" I return fire, filling the air with .227 rounds and molten steel as the bullets rip through the fence. In a thunderous instant his upper torso barely exists, as his corpse makes a squishy thud on the ground. More come running, and lucky for me, they've crowded together.
I fixed my sights on the group and shout, "BLIZAM!" before they could reply they too are covered in .227 rounds. It's all over before they could reach for their guns.
After a few more minutes of clearing out the cave, my job is done. I collect what i can carry, load up the trunk of my car, and drive north.

I love this gun! the Bozar has nearly broken the game for it's shotgun stile, with sniper rifle accuracy. no need for aimed shots since this things does 80+ damage all the time. XD