"So when we 'gonna blow stuff up, Slab?"
"Soon, Brick, soon."
Axton crouched on the edge of a cliff, watching Brick plant explosives around the bandit's camp. The bandits, who referred to themselves as the Grinders, had recently decided that a full-fledged attacked on Sanctuary would be fun and tried out that plan.
Let's just say that it hadn't quite worked well for the Grinders.
Axton waited along the cliff, detonator in hand.
He ECHOed Brick. "Hey, careful, there's a few near the hut. Don't let 'em see you, or we'll have to open fire."
"Now, Slab," Brick chuckled softly, "You know I am not one for stealth."
"Believe, me Brick, I know." Axton left the words in the air, and the strong man seemed to understand. Nothing else needed to be said. It mattered not what Brick could or could not do—it was what he needed to do.
Brick continued around the perimeter of the camp, stopping only to stick the explosives on the sides of the walls or various shacks the Grinders used as living quarters. Brick moved steadily along, moving swiftly. All was going well-until he nearly walked directly into a Grinder guard.
Axton could only cringe and watch.
Brick crept behind the guards, readying a concealed gun in one hand, and his other hand curled up in a fist. The towering man waited a moment, allowing the group of guards to separate. One walked directly toward him as he waited, covered by a cobblestone wall. He smiled and took out the Grinder guard.
"Like taking crystals from a crystalisk," thought the giant.
Axton actually found himself impressed. Brick was handling the Grinder bandits with ease.
And just when Axton decided to relax and ease his tension, gunfire rang out and his ECHO communicator was going off.
"Axton! Axton! I need help, brother! They know I'm here! Cover's blown! I'm hit, but I'll live! Take the detonator and run! Get far away and BLOW THE CAMP!"
"Brick, I won't! Not without-"
"DO IT, SLAB! I'M NOT GONNA SAY IT AGAIN!"
Axton was in no position to argue.