A fit man, probably in his mid twenties. Lean build, fair skin, relatively strong, and, judging by the way he glanced around so calmly and intently, a perceptive eye. That was what Raguel gathered about the man who assumed the position in the front. The likely leader, given his appearance and where he was standing. To his left, a smaller man of a stockier build. This one stared directly into Raguel, almost like he was trying to pull off the stare-into-your-soul look. It didn't suit the man. He looked like a fool... And yet, there has to have been a reason he was on the negotiations expedition.

On the right side of the pack leader, another small man stood. He kept a keen eye on Kaid, who was watching the nervous group from a short distance away, leaning against the wall. Rightie looked tough, like Kaid's younger brother, and something about his posture didn't portray intelligence. If a conflict needs to be incited, it would be easiest to light the fire through him.

The real kicker, however, was the man who remained in the bed of the pickup they arrived in. Certainly, one would believe that he was simply there for extra manpower in case things went awry. The thing is, the man looked more confident than any of the others, even the one deemed to be the likely leader. He held a commanding demeanor, and observed the scene with a face that betrayed expectancy. Certainly, there was a plan in the minds of these people, and that plan had run through him. Leaders are the ones followers look to during the heat of things for confidence; as such, leaders have to portray confidence. People cannot take in what they can't see.

The mock leader extended his hand to Raguel as he approached him. "Hello there. It's great to mee-" he stopped talking once Raguel had passed him without even so much as a glance. He kept his gaze firmly on the back of the truck, who, for a brief moment, let a look of surprise and worry slip. He regained his composure before Raguel reached him, however, and watched Raguel as he came to a stop just beside the parked truck.

"You need a hand getting out of there, my friend?" Raguel asked with a smile. The man remained in his spot, eyes kept keenly on Raguel, and gave no answer. He was thinking. Thinking really hard about something. [i]Why would he be thinking so hard at this time?[/i] Raguel found himself asking. Of course, it did not take him long to figure it out. [i]He's trying to figure out how to stall.[/i] Reid grinned a wider grin now, and wasted no time letting the stranger know what he had deduced. "How many do you have out there?"

The man's face suddenly grew pale. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

[i]The most common reaction of surprise. Checkmate, friend.[/i] "Sweep the area." Raguel announced to his people. Without hesitation, seven men and women, all armed with high-grade military rifles and shotguns, split into two groups and headed out to patrol the perimeters and sweep the unused buildings of their settlement. "From what I hear, you people don't have much in the way of firearms. In fact, all of the ones you have are within fifteen feet of my very presence." The pack leader slowly reached for something in the back of his oants as he said this. "And I wouldn't recommend raising them. Because , you see, we were going to make a deal."

"We can still-"

"And you all might have just ruined that. So, now we have weapons trained on all of you. If my people are to come back and say they found anyone snooping about, well..." Raguel chuckled lightly, "Let's not let it come to that. You're all trustworthy people, right?" Walking away from the truck, Raguel glanced at each of the three men who had originally tried to greet him. Once he had passed, he heard the sounds of fumbling about, as though theybwere trying to grab something. He noticed flashes from rifles in nearby buildings, and heard the sound of .308 rounds being propelled through the air. He shook his head and turned around, only to see the sight of three dead men on the ground and blood resting on the side of the truck. "It's always got to go down hard."

Raguel turned and observed the far end of the street he was standing on. Not to his surprise, a group of his men were herding three unarmed men with their hands straight up in the air towards them. He pulled his M9 from where he had it concealed and started to approach the group, dead set on finalizing the fate their friends had sealed for them just moments ago.