Doc Holliday! At least, you match his description. My name's Fang, those are Fish, Plank and Roach, my mates. We've been tracking your location for days, our intel says your place is around those coordinates. Sorry for coming unannounced, we have suspicions that Liberty is intercepting our communications.

Look, we are here to ask for your help. One of our communications satellites went offline, and we have all the suspicion to believe that it was the Navy that knocked it off. We can't send someone there to check it out because we're damn sure it's an ambush.

Our commander tasked us with finding a way to send an untracked transmission through Liberty's espionage grid. A high power transmitter should do the trick - We heard you had one. This is why we're here. A single message shouldn't bring too much attention, if that's what you're worried about.

I wish we could use our own. But Liberty's got them tracked down for sure. We send another message, they'll send a squad down on us. It's too risky.

What do you say, Doc?

Us? Followed? [Fang takes a look around] Didn't happen, not happening, Doc. Commander wouldn't send a handful of fresh freedom fighters to meet an asset such as you. No way in hell The Navy or the Police tracked us. You can rest easy knowing that. We can hide our track better than a cat with no smell.

[Fang moves his waist back and forth with his body while looking down for a short moment] Roach will take your friend's contact. Not our decision, though. It's the Commander's call. For now we'll stick to plan B. We'll head to Galeton, a small city about 100 clicks from here. Maybe after you hear the news tomorrow you'll trust us a bit more. [Fang rests his hand on his weapon's stock]

[Fang slides the portion of the scarf covering his mouth, and lights a cigar. Northminster, Erie's finest cigar brand.] Good to make your acquaintance, Doc. Commander was right about you. You're one of us. If you didn't come with your gun pointed at us, I'd be disappointed. [Fang nods to Roach, which approaches Doc with his datapad in hands, waiting for Doc to give him his friend's contact info]

As you wish, Doc. [Fang holds the cigar between his teeth, speaking with a half-mouth]

He looks towards his team, with Fish shrugging after hearing the proposal for a fresh meal.

Ah, hell. It's early morning. We got time to spare! Alright, we'll bite. I'm done with field rations and synth paste anyways.

[They all take a seat and relax, putting their weapons down and stretching. They all seem as if they haven't had a proper sit-down for days.]

So you heard about the camps, Mister Holliday? Hmph. People expect a open-air chaingang camp like the ones around the Omegas or Omicrons, but here? Nothing like this. There's no "Camps" as we're used to - or how the media shows them.

Hell, the "camps" might as well look like schools on the outside. But inside? Brutal torture. Mostly psychological. They're reeducation camps. Brainwashing machines... To rewrite one's mind. To justify Liberty's actions... on how the new government is good... It's super fucked up shit, Doc. Those who fight back get signed off as "violent rioters" and are killed on the spot. Guards always claim self defense, though. They're not dumb. Then, they steal their organs after they hide the body.

They don't give a single shit. They harvest anyone, insurgent or not, innocent or not. All to fill quotas and get better funding, if you ask me.

We're aware of the camps, but we can't do anything about those right now. We can always find a way turn these "camps" into smoldering piles of rubble, but the biggest problem is the amount of innocent people inside them. If we attack the camps, too many innocent people will get hurt.

Uh... Tell me, Doc. What would this Gilbert want in exchange?