Are you one of them raider sympathizers? The ones whose lips quiver and finger trembles on the trigger as you contemplate shooting one of them from ambush, wondering if they have a momma, maybe a kid somewhere, or a baby rattle in their filthy pocketsies? Then, when forced to send them to their just reward, you shed a quiet tear for the misspent youth?
Then I recommend you cure those misguided weaknesses by going to the top indoor floor of the Layton Towers apartments in Boston, and looking for a basketball hoop fastened to the wall in the big kitchen area there. I had missed that feature the first few times I passed through that building, in the past- but I'd happened to turn on my flashlight in order to look for loot and noticed it there, oddly out of place on a kitchen wall. A hoop with odd, dark stains splattered on the wall around it, and dripping down the wall beneath it. A hoop with a big garbage can directly underneath it, against the wall.
I was crouching, sneaking through the room after relieving the raiders there of their mortal coils, so I couldn't see into the garbage can... what might be inside, a basketball, perhaps? I stood up and looked...
I never did have a soft spot for raiders, but after that sight, I now hunt them with complete glee.