Alexander flashed Mlinzi a grin. "Mojo, huh? I've been accused of that myself. I prefer the term raw animal magnetism, though." Reaching under the jacket of his suit, Alexander pulled out a pager-style, belt-clip commlink and began typing out a message using the miniature keyboard. "I can take care of myself in a firefight," Alexander said, eyes on his commlink but speaking to the group. "but I'd prefer it not come to that. I'm not really equipped for an extended stay in the bush, though. If anybody knows a good place to get survival gear around here, I'd appreciate it."
Alexander didn't trust these people enough to openly say that all he really had to his name was his suit, his 'link, and his gun. He did have some other resources at his dispsoal, however. Clicking send, he sent the following message to Isaiah:
>>> Isaiah, I'm in deep now with that friend you introduced me to. Know anything about or know anybody in the Maasai? Could help me stay alive.
It was a long shot, but Alexander learned during his short "stay" with Isaiah that the neo-anarchist groups often recruit from disaffected tribal kids. It was possible, given their mutual anti-corporate interests, that the Maasai and Isaiah's cell had worked together or at least knew each other.