After the battle, sudden loud, noisy singing comes drifting over from the distance.
~Living in the hustle, hanging with my fellows...~
~Riding with me is my homie and my rifle...~
~Awesome! Hmm... Get some! Hmm...~
...
...Is this... music?
Commandant, bio-signs detected.
...One of yours?
No.
A Forsaken message comes through.
Boss! I'm done here!
...?
As far as I know, there are no permanent residents here besides us... and we're stationed a few dozen miles away. Besides, who'd even want to live here at this forsaken place anyway?
But we'd sometimes run into lost travelers around here, and scavengers looking for a new place to set up shop. So it's not impossible that someone will show up in the area.
Let's go.