Matt pressed himself to the ground, his dull green clothing blending in with the foliage nicely. He waited a long moment after the man had spoken, his ears still ringing from the exchange of gunfire. The fight felt like it had raged a solid half hour, but in reality it had been only seconds since the first shot was fired. The smell of burnt cordite hung in the air, sunlight glistening off the scattered shell casings the group had left around the campsite. 
"Hold your fire!"
He yelled, his deep voice thundering out across the little clearing.
"We don't have any quarrel with you, these people are bandits. We just want our supplies back."

Matt ejected the magazine from his rifle as he spoke and dropped it into a thigh pocket on his cargo pants. He ripped a fresh one free from his plate carrier and rocked it into the weapon, peering down through the ACOG scope atop the receiver and trying to see the people's feet behind the truck.