Vince betrays you

As soon as you are out of sight of the hotel you feel a pistol pressed against your head.

"Give me your fucking weapons!" Vince screams at you.

"Are you really going to do this?"

"Shut the fuck up and hand me your pistol." He punctuates his sentence by thumbing back the hammer on his pistol. You feel your shotgun being ripped out of your back pack. You slowly pull your Glock out and hand hand it back to him.

"Look at that, you can follow a simple fucking direction."

"Fuck you. What are you gonna do? Shoot me and simply go back to the hotel? I think they would have some questions for you."

"No you're far too valuable alive. See, those scavengers are gonna keep raising the price of the agreement until they decide to kill us when we can't provide what they're asking for."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"I'm gonna make them an agreement. I'm gonna trade you for our safety. If you're lucky, they'll use you as live target practice. A pretty girl like you though? They'll probably keep you around for some fun. Trust me, if they do that to you, you're going to wish you were dead. I don't really much care what they do. They'll leave us alone for a while."

"Vince, don't do this," you try to appeal to him.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."