Washington D.C.

The capital of the great imperial power is "Washington D.C" so the 'Xhul decide that is the best place to send their agent.

Khalid Ali arrives on the streets late in the evening, dressed in a traditional Somali robe. He notes that for an imperial capital, the city is surprisingly poorly maintained. He notices boarded up buildings and garbage everywhere. He wanders the dark streets for a moment until he sees a human standing by a building smoking a cigarette.

"What's up, my brother?" says the casually-attired man, who looks similar to Khalid but heavier. "Nice robe. That is some serious back-to-Egypt shit."

"Somalia," Khalid clarifies.

"Cool, man, cool, you looking for some blow?" the man asks.

"I am looking for your leaders." Khalid states.

"Well, I ain't got no leader, bro. You ain't from around here, are you?"

Khalid becomes nervous. "I come from Somalia. Please do not kill me... bro."

"Easy, bro, Washington's bad but not Somalia-bad. I can help you out."