"Alright, that's it."
The armor that had been on Mitsuhide since he was manufactured was finally taken off.
The Aldecaldo Family's best sheet metal worker, Stark, carried the pile of metal away.
Only Mitsuhide, who felt like his soul had left his body, remained with the three of them.
"That's it, brother. Sit down and have a drink."
"Once you're here, you're a friend. Don't be uptight."
Enduring the discomfort, Mitsuhide sat back down in the chair.
Fortunately, Berry wasn't some kind of historical accuracy fanatic and hadn't actually put a gambeson under Mitsuhide's armor.
Under his armor, Mitsuhide had always been wearing a black aramid combat suit, which was at least something decent enough to be seen in public.
"Um, Panam Palmer, is there something wrong with me?"
Only after sitting back at the table did Mitsuhide realize what was wrong.
Why was Panam Palmer still staring at him? Had he given himself away somewhere?
Thinking that his identity as a machine might be exposed, Mitsuhide immediately tensed up and hurriedly looked down to check.
He made sure he hadn't exposed any cables, mechanical damage, or anything of the sort.
"Ah, ah, it's nothing, I was just a little curious."
Caught in the act, Panam Palmer paused for a moment and hurriedly denied it.
Gripping the beer bottle in her hand, Panam Palmer said in a low voice.
"I thought a guy like you would have modified your body with cyberware."
But as she said it, Panam Palmer shook her head herself.
"But how could that be? Being all machine, how could that work?"
"Yeah, exactly, how could that be?"
Mitsuhide replied in a dry tone.
But his hands on the table were trembling.
If he hadn't been incapable of sweating, he would definitely be breaking out in a cold sweat right now.
Damn, is this a woman's sixth sense?
Panam Palmer had called out Mitsuhide's true nature in one go.
Good grief, he really didn't have a bit of flesh from head to toe.
Meanwhile, watching the two interact, Scorpion and Mitch exchanged a glance, sharing the same thought, and immediately smiled at each other.
...
"Want a drink?"
Popping the cap off on the corner of the table, Panam Palmer placed the bubbling green beer bottle in front of Mitsuhide.
"Hey, Panam Palmer, not fair. How come I don't get that treatment?"
Watching this scene, Mitch, who was sitting next to Mitsuhide, exaggeratedly winked and said that.
"Screw you, Mitch. You should drink less; if you drink any more, your hair will really all fall out."
Panam Palmer retorted unceremoniously.
This was the Nomad way of communicating.
Mitsuhide nodded, but indicated his refusal of the drink placed in front of him.
"Sorry, I don't drink."
Of course, it wasn't that he didn't like it; it was that Mitsuhide simply didn't have the function.
"Yeah."
Panam Palmer wasn't disappointed; she naturally took the bottle back and set it aside.
Holding the bottle, she looked at the three people beside her and lowered her voice.
"I say, it's time to talk about some serious business."
"Scorpion, Mitch, and Mitsuhide, you know our clan has a lot of trouble right now."
Let's not mention the unpopular strategies of Leader Saul.
Just the fact that the Aldecaldo Family is stationed outside Night City has already offended the Wraiths and the Wraiths roaming the Badlands.
These fallen Nomads gangs do not welcome another group coming to snatch resources in the Badlands, so relations between the two sides have always been poor.
And Panam Palmer, who had just returned to the tribe, was already thinking hard.
"The Wraiths have been here longer than us; they have the advantage here."
"We cannot let this situation continue, letting that gang of scavenging bandits step all over us. Who can tolerate this?"
Panam Palmer was filled with righteous indignation, gritting her teeth when speaking of the Wraiths.
"Panam Palmer, if you have something to say, just say it."
Seeing that the Wraiths were being discussed, Mitch and Scorpion also became serious.
Mitch stared at Panam Palmer and replied with a serious expression.
"I got a piece of news while running transport in Night City."
Seeing that all three had become serious, Panam Palmer voiced her thoughts.
"Soon, a Militech transport convoy will pass through the railway. I heard it's fully loaded with gear."
"There's even a 'mantis' tank."
Looking at Panam Palmer's eager expression, it wasn't hard for the three to realize that she was actually planning to target the Militech transport convoy.
Upon realizing this, even Mitch, the most experienced veteran Nomad, was stunned.
Mitsuhide felt an even greater shock in his heart.
Oh boy, the big event is coming.
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