"Sounds too spread out to be mob activity to me," she says, frowning. "More like just... spikes in crime. But again, I don't know all the inner workings of this place." Cualli glances down at him. "And I guess you don't, either."
He shakes his head.
"Talk to Frisk if you want to know how the criminal underground works, I bet he knows."
Walter collects up his belongings, grabbing a proper carry case for his rifles in the process. Afterwards he phones and pre-books his luggage while he finds a shuttle to a nearby civilian airport.
Having your bags checked takes a painfully long time, and you have to bust out proof of registration for the guns more than once, but when all is said and done you are allowed on the plane without anything being confiscated (that you know of, anyway). After what feels like an hour of flight, you're touching down in Botkyrka.