Utterly Mad

Bar Crawl

Duncan and Loach head out into the front of the warehouse, sticking out from the crowd like sore thumbs. High-tech looking fools, nicely dressed, and visibly armed... okay that last thing isn't out of the ordinary here. Seems like everyone over the age of 4 has a gun strapped to them, probably best not to stir up any trouble unless you're ready to take on a giant horde of pissed off poor.

Even with your high-dollar augments, you'd be reduced to blood and scrap before you can even get down one street. (Don't take this as a challenge.)

Down the muddied streets to your right you see some stores and a giant signpost that's pointing in every which way with text sloppy painted on the jagged arrows that jut out of the signpost like branches on a tree.

To the left you see a street lead into the wide open plains of Africa, tall dry grassy fields and a few trees as far as your enhanced eyes can see.

The street is packed with people and the air is filled with the noise of chatter and other such normal things.

Slum Scum

Kagame and Jamie head out the front door of the warehouse and walk down a ways to still see their driver casually tapping on the wheel while the other Militia man just stares at his supplies, almost comatose. Kagame's driver turns around and spots Kagame and the UN boy, "Done so soon? Thought I'd be at the bar by the time you got out, but our friend has just frozen up. Maybe malaria?"