Just as Schiller had expected, someone came knocking very soon. No one could count on a hotel front desk to stop uninvited guests. But if they drew in too many enemies, they might get thrown out of the hotel. So after Schiller and Deathstroke finished tuning and organizing their gear in the room, they chose to head out again.
Traffic on the streets of Cairo was fairly chaotic, with all kinds of private cars, taxis, and motorcycles coming and going. More troublesome was the lack of control over Superpower Users, and with all the local factions tangled together, it was common to see people leaping between buildings, while the residents were long since used to it.
Amusingly, even in the capital city of Cairo, many houses had no roofs. This might have been because local regulations stated that as long as a house was not capped with a roof, it did not count as a proper building and did not require property tax. So many residents simply chose not to put roofs on their homes. Those places were natural open spaces that attracted plenty of street heroes and queers. Looking around, there were quite a few people camping on the top floors of residential buildings.
They stood there overlooking the traffic below, as if choosing prey. The combination of Schiller and Deathstroke was obviously eye-catching, and the first to come knocking was a local gang.
A group of people jumped down from the rooftop, wearing light local clothing and carrying baseball bats over their shoulders. The leader wore sunglasses and chewed gum, while several behind him held beer cans.
"Hey, big guy, that armor of yours is pretty nice." The man's English had a heavy accent, and Deathstroke almost failed to understand him. He was also certain the man had