Joe nodded and turned the corner. DC in the summer was pretty crowded. Even with the shitty swamp weather, it was packed with tourists. While he was leading the group to their destination, he reached into his backpack for a pen and paper. However, he realized that if he gave it to Solomon then, it would seem as though the pen and paper were floating in the air. So, with a sigh, he zipped up his backpack. The had to weave their way through huge crowds for a while until the tourists started to disperse.<br/><br/>Once the group reached the outskirts of DC, Joe struggled to hop a fence. But once he finally managed to, they arrived in a sort of outflow drainage area under a highway. Since it was so hot, nearly all of the water was gone, though there were a few wet patches here and there. "Here we are," Joe said, spreading his arms and showing off the place. While it wasn't nice-looking, it didn't smell too bad and was completely secluded. Unless someone hopped the fence like they did, no one could see them.