"Tell me more aobut this gang. How many were there? What were there metatypes? You're from the barrens, so I'm sure you know the basics of gang identification. What sort of identifiers did they have?"

Doc taps his fingers on grip of the revolver just poking out of his jacket. 5K to frag with a gang and babysit a teenie bopper, what the hell did we do to deserve this? I mean I 've heard of kiddie runs but come on....this is almost damn near embarrassing.

Satchel was catching bits and pieces of the conversation as his system cycled through all the important nosie in the bar looking for issues. Barrens, Sure hope I brought enough ammo then. In a secondary window Satchel brings up the list he had made a few hours ago of the equipment he was carrying, trying to figure what the best load out would be for a run into the Barrens to rescue a little girl from some gang, assuming she was even still alive.