The bellow of smoke from the highway spoke loudly to Ransom, who was moving down a patch of desert parallel to the road. It was the nearest thing to him and was very likely a spot that may have some scavengable equipment or gasoline. He went off his main course and got onto the road, following it to the new destination. It wasn't long before he had closed in enough to see the wreckage of a battle. Luckily he was still far away enough that the moving figures would not be able to stop him.

Ransom killed his bike and kicked the stand out so that it would rest in place. He immediately moved to the wreckage of a vehicle, hiding behind it for cover as he watched over the others in that distance. Ransom knew that he would have no chance of combating them and thought over his next plan of action. There was no way he was getting past this scene unless he turned back around and went a longer way. Considering the amount of gasoline that was in his bike, this was not a viable option.

Using the cover of vehicles, Ransom moved from one position to another, stealthily approaching the small gathering of survivors. He wanted to be able to hear them and get a better view at the very least and make a decision on his next move from there. Upon getting close enough without warranting too much suspicion, the infiltrator began to listen closely and observe the strangers. It wasn't long before he deemed these men as little more than a minor threat, considering that they seemed so dazed after whatever event had just occurred. 

He noticed that they were planning on moving toward the nearest settlement. It was likely going to be Ransom's next stop anyway, so why not have these strangers as cohorts? They may prove useful in the long run, after all. Hell, he didn't want to be alone on the road if there were more raiders out there.

[i]So, Ransom, how are you going to do this?[/i] Ransom thought as he contemplated his decisions. Deciding that there was not much time and that he should get his point across, Ransom stood from his crouching position and waved to the group, declaring himself rather quickly, and slipping in a little lie.

[color=00aeef]"It's truly a miracle there are /other/ survivors"[/color], Ransom said, acting as if he were a part of the convoy that was raided. A small grin formed at the corner of his lips and he slowly approached. He came to a stop as soon as he was only a few feet away from the nearest person. Ransom gave them a solemn nod.

[color=00aeef]"We need to be careful here, boys. If we head out there, we're going to make sure the road ahead is safe"[/color], he said, displaying a fake sense of concern. He looked out to the road before him. While it was true that danger could look ahead, he was more interested in seeing what type of people these were. 

[color=00aeef]"I could volunteer to scout ahead on my bike if one of you has a splash of gas-..."[/color], Ransom explained, before trailing off. Perhaps being a stranger among the crowd wasn't the best option if he were trying to get gasoline from them. 

[color=00aeef]"Ah, where are my manners? Ransom, at your service."[/color]