Finally, sometime around midnight, he wandered past a man in a funny gray 
jacket and cap with a red star on it, trying to give away little red books, and 
it hit him: Sendero. Most Senderistas were either Incan or Korean, but
they'd take anyone. They had a nice clave here in the Leased Territories, a 
clave with good security, and every one of them, down to the last man or woman, 
was batshit. They'd be more than a match for a few dozen Ashantis. And you 
could join anytime just by walking in the gates. They would take anyone, no 
questions asked.