Diego was confused, he was following his siblings outside of their childhood home where the Sparrow Academy now lived, and now he was in the middle of somewhere desert-like that was so bright, he was struggling to see. He put a hand over his brow as his vision adjusted. He wanted to blame Five. After every hassle they'd been through, he was willing to bet this had something to do with Temps Commission or Five.
Eh, let's blame Five.
Squinting as he looked around and took in the sleepy town that wasn't too far off, Diego felt the sweat on his brow. He first stripped out of his weapon harness and tucked the knives into his belt. He then unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of the black cotton to reveal his undershirt, a black tank top, before he wrapped the dress shirt around his waist to tie it. Shaking his hair out of his face and still squinting into the haze of the desert, he started to walk, only to be stopped by a woman in a leather bodysuit. His hand was on a knife before he started to speak.
"I used to have an outfit like that," Diego nonchalantly replied before he'd flipped up a knife and held it to her throat. "Didn't make me very many friends." He held her gaze before he spoke. "Where am I?"