It’s been nearly two months since the update on the mercs.  Not on purpose mind you; they simply had to make sure of the remainder of their interconnected transmitters in order to make the supplies they needed to heal and recover from the damage the robots had done to them.  It turned out Heavy had saved Medic’s Medigun with him in a cave not too far from where the mercs had relocated themselves, and from there it was a simple matter of taking what they had to build what they needed. Spy even showed up later on, his suit a little mussed up but apparently no worse for wear.

The mercs were finally back together.  Everyone was healing up, and so far the robots still had yet to return.

And now that Scout was using his free time to try and fix up the connection to the internet from the Mod’s computer they found under some rubble?  They could finally reach the blog again.  Even if things were still a little spotty from the poor job he did.

A scratchy, if recognizable voice comes from the speakers:

“H͝ey h̴e͝y,͘ ͜ańyone sti̛ll̛ out̨ '͏derè?  ̕W̶e'r̛ę ̧h̶e͡'͟e͘ an͡' li̧s̶te̕n͠i͝n'̨!̵ “