Steele stepped back into the bar, leading the others. He called a few of his men over and repeated what Ulinov had told him, including the coordinates. He gathered a group of four men - two seasoned gunners, and two younger raider scouts - and had them gather their gear and prepare to move out. Within a few minutes, the men had headed out of the bar, stocked with enough equipment to travel the mountains, defend themselves, set up a basic camp, and stake their territory if they made it. Steele realized that this could very well be a trap, and the raiders had nothing valuable enough on them that would be worth a gunfight with anyone else - but it may have been Steele's only chance to find a place for his men, so he was willing to risk it.
"Move out, men. I expect reports regularly. You have your orders - go."