Baz awoke to his echo device flashing with a message. He had it color-coded by recipient, so he knew right away it wasn’t Issac. In fact, it was- the bandits? After everything had happened, they hadn’t talked to him much in months. But that was definitely the Buzzsaws’ collectively used device. When he opened it and read it, within moments he was bolting to collect his belongings and break down his little makeshift lean-to camp.
[Echo: Boss
Boss, it’s Pedro. And uh- you’re probably gonna like what we have to see here. We’ve had a lot of time to think and man, we- got really bored? We’ve been watching ya, and well- we think you’ve really shaped up. Bigger thing is- we’re really fucking bored. It just ain’t the same without all the raids and shit we used to do. So wherever you are, come meet us back at the old camp, and we’ll see if things can get back to how they used to be.]
