"I'm happy you're willing to co-operate. I know what I'm asking you might not be the easiest thing. I feel like I should apologise, but I frankly don't want to die today." Marshall said, his tone again was hard to decipher. It came across as if Marshall truly didn't want any trouble. "I'll move slow. Keep your finger off the trigger, will you brother?" The man asked Marshall. His finger was at the side of the trigger, just below the barrel. "You have my word that I'll keep it off, as long as there is no sudden movements - of course. I'm sure you understand my precautions." Marshall stated.

He moved away from the side of the car - walking towards the man. The pistol went first - then the blade, finally the SMG, which he lay gently on the ground. “That's all I've got weapon wise... I'm in no position to glass you with the jars in my backpack.” Conell chuckled. Marshall smiled, and walked towards the man. Marshall lowered his gun, holstering it, as he was putting it in the holster - he spoke. "I'm putting my gun away, but I draw fast. Any sudden movements, if I even think you'll harm anyone of us - [i]I will kill you.[/i] Marshall stated - in a completely serious tone. "But worry not, I'm not going to cap you the way things are going. You seem like a decent man." Marshall stated. 

Marshall walked right up to behind the man. "It's okay." Marshall said - taking the backpack off the man. He had a quick look inside it - finding no weapons or anything of the sort. Marshall then frisked the man - feeling his ankles, legs, waist, torso and arms. He found nothing dangerous - he turned around, picking up the mans backpack and handing it back. He then picked up the Glock, and whatever mags were with it, throwing them to Luke, in which Luke caught. Marshall picked up the knife and SMG. "You're not a liar, you had nothing else. I admire that." Marshall stated, as he handed the SMG and knife back to the man. 

Marshall took a step back. He looked the man in the eyes. Marshall moved his hand away from the holster, in which the .44 was situated. He looked at the man, and put his hand out. "Marshall. Marshall Scott." He said, offering the man a hand shake - introducing himself.