[color=silver][h1][center]Enemy Mine Part 3[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Silverhold | Barnett Silver Mines[/b][/center][/color]
[color=silver][center]Summary[/center][/color]
[color=silver][center][i]Jagos crew goes in with a plan, what could go wrong.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen], [@Yule], [@Aalakrys]

The group of men that had gathered closer around as discussion - and a few outbursts and passionate remarks - of their rights had rekindled their spirit some. Thankfully, in a more productive way. Kinneas was thinking they had some real, legitimate demands on the list. 

And then a silence so sudden, the wake of it was almost jarring. Kinneas looked up from the list he'd watched become filled with scrawled script to see a very imposing figure approaching. He stood up from his relaxed position as other men moved in anticipation of the well-dressed stranger. 

The apparent transparency of the man had sent a ripple of uncertainty through the group, only shown in the way a few glanced around to the others. Kinneas remained where he'd been, next to the notetaker, but he did look to Martín Reyes and give a slight nod before his eyes turned to the perimeter.

“We can negotiate,” Reyes agreed, stepping forward when no one else did. “Martín Reyes. I suppose I’m representin’ the miners. The working folk.” 

"Nice you meet you Mr. Reyes … can I call you Martin? I'm sure tempers have gotten the best of everyone that led to the current situation but I'm sure not that time and cooled things down, can we sit and talk like civilized folk?" Jago suggested.

“You can call me Martín,” Reyes agreed. “We can be civil, but words just fall on ears that don’t want to listen. “ He slightly turned to some of the other men.  “Jackson, Walker, take Barnet in the trailer for safekeeping while Jago and I be civil.” 

"I see yo, boys  were making a list, why not come along and see what we can work out so we all walk away safe and happy." Jago waved and the Barnet was hauled by a pair of miners to one of the work site trailers.

Vas put away the binoculars. "That's our cue. In, out with none the wiser. Easy peasy."

Serena frowned as the binoculars were taken away. She found it hard to believe someone that pretty could be as bad as the sheriff was making him out to be. “What about Reed?” 

“Why don’t you take the list back with you, see what Mulligan’s willin’ to meet,” Reyes retorted. 

"That's hardly what's called a negotiation. More like making demands." Jago explained trying to drag out the chatter. "Right now all I'm here for is to negotiate terms for Barnet's release."

Kinneas had been listening as he scanned the perimeter. This negotiator seemed well-versed in keeping a powder keg from going off, artfully diplomatic while keeping an amiable tone. The only issue the sniper had found with the man was how he’d walked on in without any pomp. No display of a ship - hell, even a shuttle - arriving. It was too quiet of an entrance. He was just about to cast that suspicion aside when he noticed a lens flare in the distance.
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