As he ran Jenga checked the contents of his rope sling bag, bringing it about to his chest so he could search through it as he dodged pedestrians and obstacles.  Satisfied all was there, he shrugged it back into place and took a side street so he would be hidden from view of the more populated streets.  

The day went by pretty swiftly, and without much conflict or any interesting events.  And finally, as the angry red sun began to set over the Basin, Jenga found himself standing infront of the checkpoint leading into the Grey District.