The Red Ochre Tribe was a Nomad tribe affiliated with the Aldecaldos, currently roaming the Badlands outside Night City.
Since they had discovered Red Ochre buying supplies from Sixth Street, they naturally had to stop them. In fact, Nomads were a very important link in Night City's illicit trade.
As Lier had said: from consumers to suppliers, he had to cut off every trade route.
Now they had seized the goods and delivered their message to the distributor. Next came the consumers-
They could buy, but they had to buy from him.
They had managed to piece together three Columbus vans with intact tires from the five vehicles. That was thanks to the Smart Weapons' precise targeting: no extra wheels had been shot out, so they could still cobble together something usable.
After resting for the night, Lier and the others each drove a van off the highway and into the Badlands.
It was an exceptionally clear day, and the sunlight was so dazzling it hurt their eyes. It reminded Lier of the drive back from Atlanta.
Lier sighed. "What a fucking pain, this Badlands sun..."
V immediately chimed in. "That's what I said. Anyone would go fucking nuts driving through the Badlands for days-when are you paying me for chauffeuring you?"
Lier ignored V outright and looked toward a small canyon in the distance. Several small tents had been pitched there, tied to trailers to keep sandstorms from blowing them away.
That was Red Ochre's "home."
Seeing unfamiliar vehicles approach, three boys emerged from the tents, each holding a long gun. Their faces were wary, but also somewhat anxious.
V remarked with interest, "They look pretty desperate. Desperate and short-tempered. Bet they've got plenty of complaints about Sixth Street, but that's the only place they can buy medicine.
"Except...