Mills never thought that she would be stepping foot back in her home country for anything other than to shoot test weapons at targets and tell her brother what she liked and did not like about them, but here she was walking into the slums. She had a small army with her, including Drax, who refused to let her go on her own. Everything about the place had changed, from the amount of dirt to the way the people behaved, and Mills wondered if it was really the same place she once called home.
"What is this?" Drax asked, clearly as confused as she was. The slums were not actually a slum anymore. There were shed homes in place of the wooden shacks, gardens that were being tended to by older men and women, playground equipment for children to utilize at will, and what looked like its own police force.
