You cautiously step into the abandoned diner and your eyes fall upon a figure with two head seated at a worn-out booth.

As you approach, Mags lock their gaze upon you, sizing you up with scrutiny and curiosity. The left head begins to speak.

Take a seat, stranger.

You take a seat across from the conjoined twins.

You looking for some company? World's dangerous out there.

The left head speaks up.

We'll ride with you, but we don't come cheap. It'll cost you 1000 caps up front and whatever Med-X we come across.

We have a deal?