"Oh...." He walked back to the hut and went into the study. He reequipped all his belongings and happily pulled a cigar out of a pack and put the pack back into his pocket. " So...this old fuck person....why did he help us?" Paul asked putting the cigar in his mouth and holding the end of his pistol to the end of his cigar firing it. The cigarette lit and the bullet pierced through the ceiling of the hut. " Who gives two shits for the locals , they can just be my test subjects for my next bomb." He looked at Schal. " Hey boss man , have you figured out were we're at or am I , your most favorable slave, have to find out myself?" He asked laughing and taking a puff of his cigar.