Utterly Mad

Kagame stood at the back of the room, and listened to the U.N. officer's briefing, as well as Duncan's questions and replies. His ears perked up at the words "prototype weapons", and at the potential lead. Secret weapons. Nightclubs. Great. These Peacekeepers will stick out like a sore thumb, and, typical world-police U.N., will probably have no concern for collateral damage if things stir up.

Taking a step forward, he locks his eyes on the LT and says "Do we know how these kakkerlakke got information on the shipment? What sort of 'prototype' did they capture?"

He stubs out his third cigarette on some radio equipment, and continues.

"If they expected the shipment, what says they aren't expecting us to do exactly what you've planned to do - traipse around like a group of monkies, asking questions and shaking down petty criminals? And if they don't expect it, they will surely see your blue uniforms from half the city away, and be prepared by the time we get there."

He walks forward and stabs a finger through the rifle in the projection's hand. "And we do not know how many we may face, or how they are armed. If they are simply wanting weapons, we should prepare a 'shipment' of our own, and take them when they try to take it, not stumble in to whatever they may have waiting"