The Badlands. A long convoy drove past the Border Checkpoint.
The Behemoth at the head of the convoy had just passed the Border Checkpoint when it activated its signal jamming equipment. After driving a little farther, the convoy disappeared into the yellow sand.
Soon, the convoy would be able to see the Aldecaldos' new home in Night City.
Densely packed, operational wind turbines stood connected to one another. Solar panels, a large Substation, and a transmission center linked them to the local network.
It wasn't a particularly luxurious canyon, but when the convoy drove in, they discovered there was more to it than met the eye.
Rows upon rows of brand-new, armed Mackinaw Pickup Trucks, an assortment of weapons in the armory, and a hangar where Powered Armor was being assembled.
There were also warehouses full of supplies and Tribespeople beaming with smiles.
[Josie: Saul, you really weren't kidding? Oh my God!]
[Josie: We were risking our lives at the damn U.S.-Mexico Border, while you lot were holed up in paradise!]
Though it sounded like she was complaining and swearing, her tone was full of relief.
Saul smiled, too.
[Saul: You old coot, didn't I get you a Basilisk?]
[Josie: Oh. Right.]
Saul parked at the very edge of the lot, got out, and stopped by the entrance-
For no particular reason, he just wanted to see the Tribespeople's expressions.
There were far more Aldecaldos than this. Though the number of Tribespeople active along the U.S.-Mexico Border had shrunk considerably, there were still hundreds of thousands of them.
Panam, too, walked over to Saul, content as she watched the Tribespeople's faces.
Saul leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What's with that Powered Armor?"
"New job. You're going to love it."
[Panam: Lier, the Badlands are ready.]
Santo Domingo,