Colin grabbed a bag denoted by the image of a typical Roman Centurion Helmet.
"Ah yes, that pack designates you to join the charge against the bimbo horde's stronghold in this region." Donavan said.
"Where would that be?" Colin asked.
The room went dark as a projector lit up.
"This place right here!"
Donavan pointed to an Egyptian themed building with a sign reading "Isis Strip Club".
" This place suspiciously closed down during the start of the plague and reopened soon after..."
The slide shifted to the image of two strippers with size DDD breasts and beachball asses failing to be covered up with matching g-string bikinis. They might as well have been naked.
"A rather interesting show practice began afterwards... see for yourself."
The slide cycled through images of the strippers tearing off their g-strings and fingering eachother's pussies on stage until they were both soaked in cum. They then motioned for an extremely obese, red headed, tatooed onlooker to join them backstage. It stopped as the left the stage.
"Here's a photo from a mere twenty minutes after." Donavan said.
The photo showed a red head stripper with the same tatoos as the man, with size F Breasts and an ass that looked like two watermelons squished together. Her tongue drew across her plump "blowjob O" lips as she showed the crowd her ass.
The slides ended and Donavan turned to face the four men before him.
"No doubt the bimbos have something to do with this." he said.
He handed them a few rifles and two SMGs for Colin, sending them off to do what he was clearly asking them to do: go there and kill ever single bimbo.
"Stand strong, men!" Donavan called out, "And conquer those whores like the Romans conquered Egypt!"
And the men were off to end the horde....