"...More people than we can count on one hand, courtesy of some of our past jobs. We can't please everyone, after all. And the people we do piss off, someone is bound to have enough coin to foot the Brotherhood's bill. But whoever sent the Brotherhood after us is irrelevant at this point. Our main concern should be staying alive long enough to get them off our backs, one way or another. I'd say to raid their hideout, but I don't even know where that is... Or if they even HAVE one." Cronic said, setting out a bedroll beside one of the walls.

"...And we don't really have the luxury of searching at our own pace at the moment."