The boys moved off, leaving the girls to their part for now. They needed to find them a set of wheels. The pair set off. And Hayden kept the pair that were on the girls after first but were now on them. He hummed. And was about to ask how Sean wanted to handle this. When Sean took the ball in hand. He nodded, "Alright I got your back." They moved off. Staying in view, forcing the pair of gangers to jog to catch up when Hayden and Sean turned corners or made distance. Hayden whispered, "Got no fieldcraft in them. Bet they think it's their turf why would they need it." He looked about and followed Sean into the blindspot, a alcove between a bunch of huts and buildings. Hayden ducked behind a pillar made of tubing, helping to hold up several power poles. He reached up his sleeve to pull the tomahawk again. He peered half around the pillar, watching, waiting. His eyes narrowed. The two men almost running into the spot. Puffing from exertion and annoyance. One of them said something in French, which Hayden being from Canada just kinda understood, something about these two fucking tourists, and that Malkia wouldn't like it if they were allowed to roam too much. Hayden didn't bother repeating it. Yet. And it happened like they figured. One of the men turned and made his way towards where Sean hid. And when Sean made his move, the second guy tried to run up to help his partner. Hayden slipped around the pillar, and used the handle of his tomahawk like a garrote. Right against the throat, he lifted the man by his adams apple, and had him dangling just above the ground. The man's face going quickly red, then blue. And then Hayden twisted. SNAP! And Hayden let the body drop. A little less blood. He kneeled and started to look the body over, patting it down quickly, and with a gasp and grin pulls out a pair of rubies. And then again he tosses them in hand before tossing them both to Sean, "Here." He does another quick pat down of the man and pulls out a small switch blade, "Huh...I guess he was armed." He slips the knife into his pocket then picks the body up. As he does he spots Sean pulling the key set out, "Huh this was alot easier then I thought it'd be." He looked over suddenly, hearing movement. He quickly carried the corpse in his arms out of sight as a door opens just at the mouth of the alcove and two children and a older woman come out into the open. Hayden hums, "You go ahead, just look around. A Toyota is going to be sticking out like a sore thumb around here. I feel like Urals and Jeeps are more common about here so any kind of Toyota is going to be easy to find. And yeah I'll go see what else I can see around here. Maybe pick up some info or get a gander at anything else around here." He claps Sean on the shoulder and heads out. Once out of sight Hayden lets out a shaky breath, eyes going wide. It's so easy to kill. It seems like it's getting easier. He looks down at his shaking hands as he hides his tomahawk away again. But then this place, this little country seems like it's normal. So strange. The odd motion he makes as he sets a hand to the side of his head, is not missed a man, wild haired, riding in the back of a rickshaw that comes thumping by asks his guide to turn around and follow the man with the big gun down the street. Meanwhile Sean seems to be in the clear. And good thing. He's free and clear. For now. ----------------------- Elsewhere the girls posted up at their meeting place are pretty well in a grand place. They managed to get that view on one of Malkia's sort, pontentially. And for a group that was supposed to be a mob of madmen, or blood drinking psychos. The neighbourhood is...almost innocent. Clean, cleaner then Melani's section of the slums. There are tons more small shops, and people on the streets. People in the streets of Edgar Malkia's turf seem to feel they are more safe as well. There are older people sitting on patios playing cards of dominos. Small groups of people clustered around TVs in windows watching news or entertainment. Not something that the girls saw even a tiny bit of back in Melani's hood. Something is really off about this entirely. It's clear there either is a good deal of subterfuge going on, or someone was telling lies. ------------------------- Meanwhile again elsewhere Hayden is making his way away from Sean abit. Stopping on a corner, paying almost no mind as a rickshaw stops across the street from him. Hayden scans the area, shifting the big LMG on his shoulder. Not second guessing for a second taking it, but damn is it heavy. With a sniff Hayden pushes off, heading back the way he came, looking to try and find Sean. There's something off about everything here. Something feels like it's not wrong. But right. And after everything they had seen earlier. This stunk of lies. And Hayden didn't like it one bit. As he got moving Hayden missed the rickshaw turning the man inside it, urging his guide to stay behind Hayden.