(Worked with Big on this one again on Magnus's part- though I don't want him to have a significant impact from here on out till a later date, as I've simply used him to propel this group of three forwards (but not Sarah/Sheppard).

Magnus looked back, raising his eyebrows again as he realized Edward had somewhat come around, shaking his hand.
"One is next door. If he comes back, we'll have another. Then you have numbers. Friends are important here. Without them, you will not last long. There is no fast way...I hate to tell you this, but here, things are so inefficient, the wheels of justice turn very slowly." He added, Magnus then looked right into Edward, as he then looked down the corridor.
"These people, Edward, are very talented. They want what you want, and it so happens that you are in a good position to work with them before the bus leaves you here in a dead end. Now I can't give you an extra gun. But I will help your group, in the way that men like me do. You will need to think long-term before you consider his inner circle. The locals are your best way in- find the people killing each other and then get to the people who buy the kit direct, or at least through the tethers." He said, as he was about to say something, and the sight of two individuals came to sight. They were familiar. Arran and the unknown man.

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Arran looked to the Canuck as they walked onwards within the hotel corridor, as Lazarus was limping as Magnus laughed, in a typical Swedish way. Arran hadn't said anything, just remained quiet for now until they got to his room. The corridor was empty, apart from the three mercenaries and the fixer. Things had been hectic- they had needed to move fast, and Arran, while he had mentioned simply to Lazarus that not there was the place.
"Holy shit, in just a few hours, that wasn't bad what damage they did to you. You don't need to pay. We should go into Arran's, before we talk. I would rather hush about it." Magnus simply said, nodding to him, as Arran took his key out and headed for his door. Nobody had entered. Good. Opening it up, he led the way in, for the whole party of mercanaries. Whoever the hell that other man was with Edward, it seemed off.

Entering his room, it became rather busy, as Arran took a seat on his bed, looking over. It didn't seem weird even when he went into the hotel that he had a G3 lowly held, and he guessed that with a rifle like this, keeping a low profile was a better idea than not.
"Simple introductions. This is Arran Mackenzie, you're Edward Brewer, and this is..?" Magnus spoke and then asked, as Arran quickly butted in.
"Lazarus Stamp. Man in the joint. Canadian." Arran coldly said, looking over to him.
"My name is Magnus Gunnarson. I work as a fixer, as the two of you would know, and our Canadian friend here will know now. Don't mention money here, friend. It is the easiest way of getting mugged, and most likely, shot, and I know full well that you owe this man, not me. Scorpion's name should be kept as quiet as possible. You went into the wrong people, and you are lucky to live- seems like your new Scottish friend decided you were worthwhile. Point being, you all came based on one letter. We cannot remain here for long- so I will make it quick. You need to join the UPL or PUFE forces in the next town of Mokuba, south of here. There's too much equipment and weaponry in this place. That town is currently in dire need of people. Where we stand now, like they already did to Lazarus, they'll purge anyone who isn't on side, massacre even. They leave behind a few people, people like myself and others such as the general populace who they do actively hunt out- but they'll take a few to be examples, and murder them in the street, or force them into slavery. You are better putting a bullet in your mouth than being taken, is all I will tell you. Point being, from here you are unlikely to find the Scorpion. He wades in the conflict, where murder and war happens. There is a bus leaving in thirty minutes. Get on the move. I will stay here, but I will contact you indirectly, in time. Just make sure that you have all you need to know." Magnus said, as Arran protested.
"And what about our shit here? You expect us to just run?" He asked, rather brutally.
"You can stash it. They're not very clever, they don't search floorboards. Take your valuables and simply go. You will find work, and revenue. Then, you can actually get good guns...that G3 looks like it's going to fucking explode in your hands. The people in this hotel will be reasonable with you, so cut it behind. I do not know when this war comes here, but I know that it would be better to leave now than later, when they're hunting people like you with whole squads." Magnus added, as he looked at all the mercenaries, nodding.
"And from there, I'll see what I can do. Because then you won't be at risk, and you'll have what you want. Be ready to adapt, gentlemen." Magnus simply said, as Arran threw the G3 on the bed, looking outside, before Arran left.
"If you insist. So we're going to join one of these factions? And who says they won't put us all into captivity?" He added, as Magnus chuckled.
"Firstly, that was a local UFL militia, a bunch of bored locals who aren't lucky enough to be skilled enough to kill their own countrymen, where people like you take their jobs. They have a right to be pissed. And look around! This is a neutral town, right now at least. It won't be for long, but out there? You have those bastards killing each other, and you just need to be in the right time with a gun to be thrown a wage and told to kill any Opposition force you see. That, is how you live. I will contact you indirectly, when the time comes- right now, focus on getting yourselves established." He said in response halfway out the door, as he left the room, walking down and out of the hotel. Arran had animocity with him, but so far, he was alive. He knew shit- the locals, the conditions at the moment. And most of all, he had stern enough a watch. Nothing would be earned by killing him. It would be like killing a Elephant, just a pointless act that would just not change the flow of the organic world around him, but just be the death of one more wise person amongst anarchy. And even Arran, who knew that he lived on that rush of just fucking shit up and dealing with the dirt, knew it was better to leave it.

"Well....I trust that man, and I've known him for five fucking minutes. He isn't bluffing. He had a tattoo on that shoulder of his, I could see it through his thermal shirt. Kustjagarna. Swedish Marines...fucking nutcases." He said, looking to the assault rifle on the bed, truly a piece of shit.
"Magnus is right, nobody here knows of Scorpion unless they are higher up in the militias. He could be any white man, able to come and go like nothing else. So say we don't follow his route into the militia. We try and search the forests systematically over the next few weeks, from here, and figure out what to do." He added, looking out on the powerful sun that arose, the mid-day in full swing. 
"That sounds like a bad idea if you ask me- this is a big country, and the locals have already tried to kill one of us. We need to stick together, and figure out a plan to at least know what we do once we're in these militias. Aye, you'd fucking get gibbed if those bastards with tae fucking machetes get a hold of you, and that crap. When you can't beat them, join them, you know. And who knows. One day, he walks in to inspect and sell...we go to the sale, BAM. One arsehole of a human being dead, and we all walk away with freedom, money, and that shit sounds like it's better." Arran mulled, checking the weapon, pulling the old magazine out as he put a new one in, barely getting the rifle cocked as the rusty and shitty mechanism was almost tattered to total bits. No oil or WD40 would fix this. It was fucked, sooner or later. These people he didn't also know how far he'd go with. He wanted his own cut, he wanted to just go and get what needed to be done, done. Yet somehow, beyond his nature, he felt that he was going to need. To just stay with them, and leave them- not betray them, when needed. He'd go his own way when he knew he had what he wanted to know, and while that was subjective to change, he felt that in this world, the man he could have just saved would simply pull his revolver to his head and pull the trigger. Or the other man, Edward. He seemed itchy, for intel and stuff to know. 
"We need to be careful, but so long as we're capable of killing people and staying at the top of the food chain, we're good. The most ironic thing is, I feel we're going to have to buy weapons indirectly through the network of the man we're gonnie kill." He added, his Scots just jumping in dramatically, to absolutely ruin his pronunciation of the English language, more prominent on his pronunciation of some words than others. He took the G3 to hand, and looked out the window.
"It's a good thing I brought fucking 100 percent deet for insect repellent." Arran said, chuckling, trying to take his mind off the fact that in a few minutes, things would get quite serious. He had shit to hide under the floor, and while he knew he'd be back to this room, and in a way, he'd be in this exact room, he knew that otherwise taking the rest of his repetoire would be important. The GPS, his weaponry, and the empty Bergen, mainly to hide the G3 from plain view.