Laz kept the HK21 tucked up against his shoulder as they made their way through the streets. Dodging mobs of UPL and PUF soliders as they went. He didn't want to be caught unaware and without the ability to respond.

So when they spotted the pickup with the men around it he instantly knew what was going to happen. He boldly stepped forward, letting himself be seen by the second of the two men, knowing that Arran had the other. Arran's G3 would make short work of the other man. Lazarus' big HK21 would do the same. But he hoped to try and scare them off with Arran's shots. He heard to snaps, then a click. The second man did too, thinking he had them both. The second man was quick, he reached for the MAC10 he had slung from his hip. He started to bring it up. working the safety quickly, He had it in both hands, ready to draw down on Arran and his jammed G3. Laz beat him too it. He braced himself, and depressed the trigger on the HK21. The big beast of a MG roared. 7.62 rounds kicked out. Laz had been his JTF2 squad's autogunner way back when. He'd worked with bigger guns. Having pulled a Pecheneg off it's pintel once when his own FN Minimi had been blown away by a lucky shot from a sniper. Without anything but a back up SMG he had ran back to an emplacement they had burned out earlier. Salvaged the PKP Pecheneg off it's dented pintel, and had used that in place of his Minimi until the end of the mission.

The HK21 older then both weapons, but the durable, stable thing still had it's pros. The rounds he fires stitch right up the mans unprotected chest. Each big round ripping into him. And by the time he flies back a foot from the power of the attack he's nearly bisected by the bullets hitting him. After the quick and deadly little fire fight, Lazarus fell back on old training. He did a quick 180, and got down to a knee, sweeping their 6 o'clock, and checking for any enemy reinforcements having heard the gunplay. He scanned about for abit before getting up and quickly checking the man he had gunned down. Finding nothing of any real use.

As he hopped into the back as advised he smiled, "It's only the first that I think I owe you." He got comfy, then bullets began to fly their way from down the street. He looked over, seeing a mob of about 30 coming their way. He swore softly, crawling over and bracing the HK21 on the edge of the back of the Hilux truck. He then began to make a nuisanace of himself. He had a few rounds to burn. A little bit of supressive fire would helpt heir get away. So the HK21 started to bark again. The mob scrambled for cover as the rounds roared their way.

Then they were free, the truck kicking out of whatever rut it had been stuck in. He turned from the back seat. Tucking the HK to the side as they drove for abit. He then swore when they saw the men on the side of the road. Arran began to shoot. Laz reached up, pushed a hatch open on top of the hilux, and climbed up, mounting the HK on the top of the truck as they passed. He gave them men a growling blurt from the GPMG as they passed. If the shots from Arran didn't down them, the rounds from his HK21 helped. They drove on, he stood up there for awhile, braced against one of the carry rails atop the truck.

A little while later found him sitting atop the hilux. His weapon on safety, half empty drum mag lying beside him. The HK21 opened up so he could check the mechanisms within. The thing would do, but it's old, ill cared for, in need of a complete and utter cleanging from top to bottom and then some. He sighed, "You expected customs, I didn't expect even that. I got HALOed into the country, felt like a better idea then trying to cross on foot." He started to put the weapon back together. Then smiling, "So you're not Double O 69 or something? Damn. Yeah I was SF. You may not want to know, but I'll tell you none the less, for trust purposes. Joint Task Force Two, Canada's anti-terrorism, anti-insurgent specfial operations force. Until a few years ago nearly the whole world had no clue we existed." He chuckles a little.

He slid into the truck as they started to move again, "I heard Gold, silver, copper, diamonds. What with what happened in Bekalo, I'll bet any paper money either of us has, will be no better then toilet paper within a few days." As they drove he quietly wondered if he should share his little secret. He finally reached down and took off one of his booted. Upending it and tapping out a trio of silver coins, stamped with the Canadian Maple leaf on one side, and a beaver on the other, it looked like a trio of oversized nickels, "Silver, might get us some food and water when we get to Mokuba. I don't think it'll be worth weapons. For that, we're going to need gold, jewelry, maybe diamonds." He palmed the coins, and slid them into one of the pouches on the harness he had taken, "Just in case."

He clammed up as Arran spilled his ideas and plans out. He could relate. Ever since he left the Force, he'd been looking for money over all. He knew how the man felt. The money was a little more tempting then Queen and Country in his opinion too, "I feel you man. We've got a golden oppurtunity here. To come out with alot more then what I was offered anyway. But I want to find that bastard too. This Scorpion clown. See what's up with his ass. Then when all things are said and done. Get the hell out of here, make like a bandit, and blow this place faster then a black fly in Ontario." He groaned and stretched. "I'm not going to stop you from doing what you wanna do. I got my shit, you got yours. If we can still work it clean we work it as best we can."

He leaned back in the back seat, placing the HK21 at his side. Awhile yet to Mokuba. Atleast he wouldn't be going it alone.

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Back in Bekalo, there were still flash fires of fighting going on. Major fighting had been limited to a few places in the city. Dozens of localized firefights.

One of the ring leaders in Bekalo had started to make his attendance in the city known. He began to give out orders. Suppress the fighting, keep it contained. He found a squad, a certain squad with a disguised former US soldier in it. He calls out to them, getting their commanders attention, "You, bring your squad. All of them. There's pay in it for you, if you can help me get to the other factions HQ alive. There needs to be a stop to this anarchy. I don't know who started it, but this will stop. Before this fighting engulfs the entire country. Once the fighting leaves Bekalo, it will reach Mokuba, and Paloe. And from there south to Port Selaomo, and there to Kijima, and then after that, Somalia might get into this or another nation that it so much better prepared. We need to stop this fighting now. Come with me. If you need more incentive, there is a handful of gold coins for each of you if this succeeds." HE started walking, not bothering to wait, trusting that the lure of money would be enough for the men to do their job.