-I peak around the corner. Several fat sweaty men of various cultures sit around a table conversing in mandarin. I understand 3/5 words. Their selling the mines to each other-
-I come back quickly- Their arguing on selling portions of the mines to each other. Something about bombs. Couldn't catch it all.
*loads pistol* "here's a fix..." *walks and begins yelling at the men to leave in their language, they begin running scared* "foreigners are silly" I laugh
-I sigh and smack my forehead- I had a plan to get them to give us a tour. But that works too. Till they bring the boss back...