[b]Marcus Goldstein - [s]Convoy Escort[/s] Operation Enduring Clusterfuck[/b]

Marcus remained the very picture of calm as he heard the guard complain. The man unwittingly neatly summed up the reasons why negotiations were left to MODA. Even as Oswald and Diamond practically exploded, Marcus remained impassive. The only hint towards his feelings was that the cannon reorientated to point harmlessly at the sky, away from the entrance. Marcus guessed these Faunus were in fact nomads, presumably promised the world if they operated the mine. Of course, once the mine was actually staffed, the Schnee company simply moved in a bunch of guards with modern weaponry and that was that.

Detestable, for more than one reason. So, now to fix this.

First off the guards.

“Gentlemen. Stand down, and that is now an order. You are correct that if the miners have no way out they will in fact fight like cornered animals. So I intend to give them one, as I can do per Vale's laws regarding hunter operations. If you want I can recite the exact relevant sections later. Second, you have a Magnalux Type 73 radio here. I need it's parabolic antenna. I also require a direct line to your generator. This is for a counter to the bugs.” he barked out briefly.
 
He spotted Oswald disarming and registered the implied threat in the swordsman's words.

“Oswald, one second, take these.” he called out before the swordsman made for the cave. Marcus reached out and pressed the quick-release on one of the larger storage boxes in the bustle rack.

“Medicinal kits. Second-” Marcus turned around and popped the lid off another box.

“Food supplies. Originally for about a dozen people for three weeks, but just take all of it. Mostly canned goods and powders, not very tasty but it nourishes.” he explained. Thankfully he was paranoid enough to anticipate that MODA and the convoy might be stuck without resupply for three weeks. A better decision than taking all the Arctic gear, that was for sure.

“Lastly, this is for their leader.” Marcus said and held out his entire note-block. While he had unclipped the various lids, his off hand had hastily written a reply note.

[i]By 'Fat Human' I presume you mean mister Rice, who has run away. Whatever accord you may have had with him, you will have to reach a new one with me. I will be frank here: 

I need the jamming stopped now before the bugs return. I can produce a weapon that will kill the bugs but it will only work if the jamming stops. I cannot save anyone if it is not stopped. One way or another, it will stop.

I want to spare as many lives as I can. As a token of goodwill this food, medicine, pen and paper is yours to keep. Please, do not force my hand. Enough blood has been shed.

We have roughly half an hour to an hour before another attack comes. Once that wave is defeated I intend to transport everyone out of here. Should you desire to go somewhere other than Vale, you are free to go. Once you have cleared out, I intend to hunt down whomever controls the bugs.

I am open to an alternative solutions, however the jammer still needs to stop. That is not negotiable.

Tm. Ldr. Marcus Goldstein[/i]

Now then, to finish it all off, the guards needed to be placated. Marcus could practically smell their festering anger.

“As for you guardsmen, the same goes. Those who are not busy with that antenna, I have food and first aid for you. The deaths stop now.” he said. It was as simple and direct as he could be while remaining polite.