After around fifteen minutes of doing nothing but silently hiding in the bushes and observing the small camp James was reasonably sure that there was only three of the bandits. Unfortunately all three of them seemed to be armed and so taking them all on in the currant circumstances was little more than suicide for James. Both men in the camp were armed with what looked like AK-47's, but of which variant they both were was anyone’s guess. The woman was armed too, it was a simple handgun, but it could kill him just as easy as the rifles could. 

Almost unbelievably James caught something in the corner of his eye. Or rather he caught someone. Off to the right off him about thirty feet away a man was crawling back up the slight hill he had probably crept down from. He had seemingly been doing the same thing James himself had been doing for the past while; scouting the bandit camp. If this was true than he probably wanted them gone as well, or at least wanted the supplies they were holding onto. James couldn't pass up the opportunity, he had to at least try get the guy to help him take out the bandits. He wouldn't forgive himself if he let the chance pass by. He would probably have to travel all the way back to town to resupply, and who's to say that the thieves would even still be there when he returned. More and more he believed that the man creeping away could be his only chance for pay back. 

He crept after the man as quietly as he could, getting all the way down on his stomach when he stopped and began talking to another person. After a few seconds James made her out to be a woman and from what he heard of the conversation the man was planning on taking the bandits out. Now it was a certainty, James had to step up. Quietly as he could he got to his feet, holding his rifle with one hand by the front stock so he didn't appear quite as threatening.

“I can help you.” He spoke quietly, hoping that the man didn't spin around and put a bullet in his chest on instinct alone.