[b]LA Slums
June 25
7:30 PM[/b]

Kenneth's work was over for the day, another one of preaching, doing humanitarian work, and bringing the word of the Church to the lost souls. He had to assume that Jimmie was taking the time to get things arranged, and he wasn't one to jump the gun, so it was only when it was in the evening, as requested, that he went to the address he had been given, pulling into a parking lot in the slums of LA< ignoring the looks he got from passersby. Their opinion didn't matter too much to him.

Stepping out, he locked the car and went to the address he had been given.It was a run down apartment complex, one of those urban renewal projects that sputtered out halfway finished, and now it just stood as a monument to politics. The door wasn't locked, and he went inside with ease. Through grimy, poorly lit and poorly maintained hallways he walked, until he arrived at a door with a very well hidden electronic lock.

A thumbprint scan was all it took, and he was in, the door opening with a click. Inside there were some shipping crates, unopened, and a crowbar, and he set to use, cracking each open in turn to see what was inside, like a kid opening presents on Christmas.

"Jimmie, man, you have really outdone yourself," Kenneth commented with some amusement as he pulled out supplies. A 9mm pistol with two clips, 2 military grade flash bangs, 1 military grade EMP grenade, a signal jammer, and an AHD with a grenade launcher (three rounds), a 5.56mm machine gun (150 rounds), and a locked IF/F transponder. This was definitely more hardware than he had been expecting, but considering what he would be going up against, he didn't question it. Or how Jimmie had gotten it, for that matter. 

He loaded up the supplies into his car with some care given as to placement and ease of access, and headed out, resolved in what he had to do next. His next destination was the apartment block of Mr. Guermerro, to have a chat and see about liberating Gus Foreman form his predicament.