Angela paused outside of the door to Joe's surgery with Ron on her back and thought-typed out a long message to the team.
<<@team: Hello Space. I'm Angela, your plan C. The building you've just cleared used to belong to a group of fresh-faced mercenaries who are former Lone Star. I doubt that they have any friends in the area. The fact that they chose an area without police presence suggests that they were looking to avoid any contact with other former Lone Star officers who might have been hired on by Knight Errant. So, they had no friends in the area, and, based on where they located their safehouse, no friends from their former employment. It's likely that there is a local gang presence in the area which might investigate the sound of weapons fire and come approach you. I've hopefully prepared you for this possibility by procuring the arms of the building's former residents. Uzi IV's. Not a professional's tool, but as good as gold for a ganger. If someone comes sniffing around, I would suggest you feel them out, and possibly purchase some good will through the distribution of the aforementioned weapons. It seems I must point out that, once the two men in your pictures are dead, no one else will know of this place, and as the last man to house us after a job is a complete stranger living in a ghoul-infested wasteland, we could use a reasonable place to fall back to if necessary.>>
