The streets of Al-Rafid were somewhat alive with movement, the golden sun casting long shadows as the sparse crowd bustled through the city. Kaizer and his team walked through the marketplace district, their presence attracting some amount of attention despite their attempts to remain incognito.
With their battle-worn combat suits drawing occasional glances, it was clear that they needed to swap out their clothing before moving further into civilization. Kaizer, leading the group, had already decided to handle everything with his credit card, one of the many perks of being rich.
"We will need to acquire some casual clothes here, then head to a dealership," Kaizer instructed, his voice firm but calm.
They entered a nearby high-end clothing boutique called 'Al-Mualim did nothing wrong!', the air inside quite cool given the hot sun outside and scented with expensive cologne that could likely pay someone's salary with its price tag.
