Utterly Mad

Kagame tucks the knife into his leatherboots, doing his best to conceal it. I don't plan on surrendering my weapons, but you never know with these corporate types.

"Hey, Kagame? When this shit is over wanna hit the club?" Kagoslov says from beside him.

That mind is never on the task at hand."No." he replies flatly. He jumps from the back of the jeep, and begins walking towards the building at a slow pace, waiting for the others to catch up.