"One where we were ordered into our transport at 3 a.m., just to come all the way down here and do nothing while your commander eats his breakfast." he growls. "We know nothing more than you do."
His distaste grows as the Peacekeeper leans against the warehouse non-chalantly. Maybe it's because he's so.. clean. No one stays clean long spending time outdoors in these parts of the megacity - not even the 'special' U.N. employees. Filth permeates the lower class areas and is more or less a part of life for the less privileged and those who deal with them.
Kagame looks at the other men standing around. "Is anyone responsible for your unit?"