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Tokora wrote:

Driving through the region of Tamaulipas, Mexico, Thanh Lanh carries with him a shipment of assault rifles, pistols, submachine guns, and sniper rifles for the People's Army of America. Officially however, he's carrying crates of Tokoran textiles. Most Tokorans are able to speak Tokoran, Chinese, and Vietnamese; however, Spanish wasn't as commonly taught. Despite having no idea what the city is named, he can tell however that gangs were everywhere and he only see about five officers his entire stay. This forsaken country is long overdue of a revolution of her own, but any attempt for the locals to unite would only be stamped out by that fascists to the north. After driving up to the marked port on the map he was provided he patiently awaits his American contact.

Luke had arrived at the meet spot not long after Thanh Lanh. He was admittedly nervous as this was his first assignment on his own. Leadership within the group wanted to test his ability and trusted this assignment to him. As he made his way to the meet point, all he could think was how vastly different Mexico was from the states. It seemed so much more free. So free in fact that crime was very noticeably the law of the land in certain places. It certainly wasn't appealing on its own but it was far less harsh than the weight of a fascist boot on the throat of its citizens. By this point, all of those who were alive long enough to remember the old America were long gone but the stories still circulated in the shadows. Stories of a republic that was a force to be reopened with. It was a place where people were free and love of country was earned, not demanded. He approached his contact and offered a somewhat tense greeting. "The company is desperate for this shipment. Inventory is running low, so I better take it off your hands ASAP."