[h3][b]Ranch House, Outskirts[/b][/h3]

[color=003471]"A new visitor, one of them is out an..."[/color] he clicked his tongue as he peered through scope of his sniper rifle. [color=003471]"Well, the mutant thing is out now as well, so I guess two of them are out of the house. Thank god it isn't anyone more... unpleasant."[/color] he mumbled as he thought of the more sadistic people part of the Wanderers and while he accepted the fact that killing was part for the course in the ashlands, but making the victim suffer before you kill them was unnecessary, very few people - he found out - deserved that sort of suffering, he imagined that their sadism was why they had a price on their heads, but that did not explain the rest of the members, those that only wished to live peacefully, why did they have bounties on their heads...

He looked through the scope, he imagined it would be easy to take out the man that was outside right now, but that would be loud, it would attract attention and there would be no way of collecting proof that the man had died, even if he did truly die... well, that if he really was out to kill any of the Wanderers. These people were like a sort of extended family, he figured that if he killed anyone part of their group, they would be out and about for the one who killed their family.

He started at the scene for a few more seconds, before rising up from the dirt and placing the sniper on his back. He inspected his pouches to see if his grenades were there, he inspected both his pistols and his sniper to see if they were stocked on ammo, he inspected if his hunting knives were as sharp as they could be, and finally, he concentrated for a moment to see if his gift was up. Even though he was sure that everything had been ready since he had woken up, he figured it would not hurt to check again, after all, lack of preparation had killed in the past.

[color=003471]"Alright, Specter, don't fuck this up or you'll most likely end up dead."[/color] he said, more to himself than to anyone else, holding a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other, even if things would not get heated, he needed to be ready for all possibilities, no matter how low the chances of them happening were. [color=003471]"Here goes nothing!"[/color] he said to himself once again before walking in stride towards the house the Wanderers had called home.

Specter kept his mind as empty and devoid of thought as he could, the group had a telepath and even if he did not mean any harm, some of his thoughts about preparing about every scenario might be miscontrued as him actually wishing to carry out said scenario. The only thought he kept in mind was [i]"I come in peace, do not be hostile!"[/i] he felt like that in itself might make a telepath worry even more, but he didn't want to take any risk.

As soon as he got close enough to Toby, he stared at the man, he had a gun and from the way he was holding it, he probably knew how to use it, he figured that if it came to a shootout, he would react faster and shoot first, he wasn't as sure about the thing, about Rei, she was a unknown variable in this, he did not know how quick she was, how quick she would react and it made him slightly tense up. It would be worse if the recognized who he was, the fame he had gained as the head-hunter/bounty hunter Specter, could be considered more of a disadvantage that it would an advantage, then, he mentally calmed himself and spoke, his arms tensing up, ready to rise, should it come fighting.

[color=003471]"Hello, Wanderers!"[/color] he spoke out slightly louder than he had intended. [color=003471]"I come here in peace, with a warning and an offer if you will and if you know who I am, then know that I am not after any of you, I simply wish to speak... that's all!"[/color] He raised his hands to show that he was not a threat, hoping his tone would be enough to convince them that he was not a threat, since his mask was still on at the moment.

Because if they did not, then things would get ugly.