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"Ah. There ya are." Hannibal muttered as his only companion of late, an eyebot that'd taken just a bit of beating during that clusterfuck at AFB, floated into view. "I don't suppose ya found anything out there?" Something like another squad he could fall into. Something like a Vertibird wing. Something like...well, while he was dreaming, a shiny new base crawler equipped with a good old fashioned army of american laser-spewin' deathbots.

The tiny robot beeped out a quick negative. "Of course." Hannibal muttered darkly. "Well." He sighed. "Best to get a move on then. Don't want the goddamn Brotherhood catchin' us out here. Still got that strange addiction to breathin'."

The robot beeped once. Twice.

"Yes. I know it's a biologically' required function. That was the joke ya..." He shook his head. "Never you mind. Let's just...go." With that, the odd duo turned from the ruined building Hannibal had spent the last fifteen minutes staring at, and turned back to the broken, shattered road that lay before them.

Hannibal was sure there was a metaphor in that, somewhere.

But he didn't feel like depressing himself even further by searching it out just yet.