Arran looked over, nodding. His G3 had little life left, so scavenging something else in the meantime would work out well. Or getting another weapon, via some sort of purchase. He knew what he was doing- he had real currency, shit that had value. Silver nickels would as he say, be enough for some smaller stuff.
"There is always a way to get those. By either simple or complicated means. Down here, I guess it's always the hot barrel of a gun that will do that for you." He added, a sharp bump almost cutting him off, as the Hilux crossed over a bridge, the two making progress. He looked over at the dashboard, a small cassette radio nestled on the window. He bunged a random cassette in that already was half-placed inside. Somehow, Arran could only appreciate this. At least they had a good idea of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kw_Lf-JhdSU]music[/url] here, and it cut the adrenaline rush that was leaving town to a vague conclusion in his head. 

The better part of the day had passed on the road- and they slowly trundled into the town, quieter than Bekalo. It was a fairly quaint place- not so much packed slums, but more separated, distanced buildings. It was stricken by poverty, but it was better than anything before. Driving in, he kept a fairly able eye open around, as he looked back over. The evening swept in slowly, and had brought a more crimson sky over the African country, the distant red ball of fire coming down over the horizon. Gunfire couldn't really be heard- very, very sporadically, in the distance, but it was almost drowned out by crickets and other beasts of the jungle. A checkpoint came up, as Arran looked to Laz, already smiling.
"That's our opportunity. Those lads are PUF, not UFE. I bet you any money, it was UFE that was shooting us, if the vague pieces of intel I saw are correct." He said, looking over at the logo on a small wooden hut that the checkpoint sat by, perhaps spinning a plan together of sorts. There was no such UFE logo on the car- it was quite literally, a requestioned civilian pickup, and it had barely any fuel, as well as bullets in it. That didn't seem good, but right now, Arran was willing to bet that this was a chance that they could seize. Guns were raised, as Arran slowed down, approaching the checkpoint, two young looking soldiers going forward.
"Identification, Mercenary!" One yelled, as Arran smirked, hands off the wheel and aware he had to play this correctly. He'd let Laz handle the next part- he'd be able to perhaps smooth things over better, his accent didn't work well with superiors to say the least.
"Get your guard chief over. We'd like to work for you." He said, rather bluntly in his Scots, nodding to the bullet holes.
"No, he cannot come here, you understand!"
"He can, tell him it involves our understanding of Bekalo right now, and that we can lend a gun, for a small price." He simply said, as the man relented, one keeping his AK raised as the other headed back, Arran aware that two men wouldn't staff a place like this. It took three minutes on Arran's Citizen watch for the man to come back, an older black gentleman in an older ERDL uniform of sorts. Inside, Arran looked to Laz, turning the engine off.
"You talk to this bloke here. Seems you've had enough testimony at the hands of UFE to give a through explanation of our shit right now." He said, looking at the vague bruises and tiredness of Laz in the aftermath of the taking that he'd experienced.