Utterly Mad

We would Kagame thinks, but pushes the thought aside. What use would the ARM have for more weapons? Besides that, there's easily half a dozen other groups he can think of that could pull it off. He turns to face the speaker - the heavily equipped metal man. Despite his gear, which speaks of a rash, bold close-combat technique, the man's stance and voice betray some inner uncertainty.

"You mean to say that your mighty organization, with all of it's technology and resources, has no guess who might have done this?" he deflects the question, "And that you now concern yourselves with petty theft?" Kagame lets out a coarse, short laugh. "Have you not thought to ask yourself why we're all really here, Peacekeeper, if this is the mission we've been given?"

Thus far unimpressed, Kagame lights another cigarette, subconciously blowing the smoke towards Loach. Perhaps this Lt. Carter knows more than these grunts, or ourselves.