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"You mean besides just simply get the jump on them and pray we don't die?" Con asks as he puts out his torch. As much as he wished he was joking, he wasn't even being sarcastic. He decided mostly to speak for everyone or at least promptly remind them how they deal these things. Con personally had experience with bandits before, and he wished he could tell them more about their nature but that would expose his secrets too and might even raise doubts so he best try to play it safe. No need to raise suspicions right now.

Garro was better at fighting anyway, as Con was better off at hiding. He did however, probably best to ask more ahead anyway, for everyone's sake.

"Well sheriff," he mutters in a low voice in the dark, "how many you think we're facing? And you have any idea what their camp looks like? Maybe some places we could flank or snipe 'em out? Or we just wing it like a good ol' fashion'd western O.K. corral style?"

Con pulls out his M1911 pistol, releasing his clip to check if it's full, gives an approving nod, then shoves them back into the gun and back into this vest.

David had heard of Garro’s plan through Rochelle and decided to join them. Though he didn’t bother to mention it to anyone that he would, as he liked to keep some things a secret. As he walked around he thought of different things, he had decided to go but he went in a smallish disguise. He took his time however, knowing that there may be trouble along the way he’d rather not run right into a trap. Don’t’ really need to hide. While he had on his broken mask he sighed a bit, people would probably question, Garro may know it was him, he was the only one who has for sure seen that mask before, the others he wasn’t sure of. Coming up on the group he heard Garro question if anyone needed the plan to be re-stated. ”Yes actually that would be a good thing.” For now he would stay nameless but eventually people would know it was him. ”You do have a plan right Mr. Garro?”

While he hid his actual voice a bit with the use of the mask he was still audible and understandable though had a slight muffled tone. ”We’re sneaking up on the bandit’s right, then thinning them out, hopefully not a lot a trouble, but knowing the group there probably will be.” He himself had a few run-ins with the bandits and managed to get away. There had been a few times where they actually figured out who he was but he usually kept his identity hidden when he was outside of Deadtown. He wasn’t quite sure why he started to do that but after it became more of a habit. The less people know about who you actually are the better advantage you have against them if it comes down to being one on one.

((Okay people its been over a month now, arrive or the mission is starting.))
((Also heard that XGREENCATx has quit gaia, soo that's why I didn't quote him, or acknowledge Steve in my post.))

~~Michael~~
~enter~
Michael made his way down the road not long after exiting the bar, nearly intoxicated. He reached into his bag and brought out his gas mask. After putting it on, he saw what looked like silhouettes of a small group of people. Unsure whether or not they were bandits, friendlies or if his eye was playing tricks on him again, he readied his revolver and whispered "Are you people friendly?"

((Out Of Cookies: damn, finally got some time to post!))

✒ Upon waiting, he listened to Garro give one of the participants who asked him did he have a plan, and thus the leader of this mission answered him. Listening to Garro, he crossed his arms lightly hearing how many enemies there at least was. Imagining different scenario that could possibly occur, he remained silent not even bothered to speak once again, now that he understand the conditions of what they can do. At least this man had two possible options to how to approach the camp. He always wanted to let off some steam on some bandits, afterall the DID let out their steam on his family when he was younger. Leo heard that they all have five minutes, and that was just perfect enough for him to count how much ammo he has before he has to reload. Upon hearing the sound of someone approaching, he quickly turned to slide out a knife from his sleeves as the man seemed to show some slight hostility by readying his revolver. "You can't ask someone if they're friendly if you're the one aiming at them first..." He muttered under his breath. He took his left hand to the side where his first gun was, while he kept his knife back-handed in his right hand. Looking at the revolver however, he decided he would give a comment. "Nice revolver..." He said in more of an insulting tone. But judging by it's appearance, it's an heavy duty revolver and the grip looks more modern than his older ones. However, his is quick at close range for quick use of the hammer. "But...I suggest everybody lower their firearms so nobody has to be killed...yet. We're of course friendly, but you're kind of tipping a conflict here, stranger...I'd reckon you don't do that when there are more guns here on this particular side of the firing line." He told him. After all, he's the only one to hold a knife in a gunfight.

((OOC: If i got the cap count wrong just ignore it xD Okay going to kill some bandits!))

For a moment Con was a bit startled when there was someone calling out on them. Honestly, who had the guts to ask 'are you friendly?' in the dark during a covert operation. He could pretty much ask the same question too with a gun pointed their way, although he hardly knew the guys in his group but at least they had the same enemy for now. Con tried not to get too fantasized with the prospect about the loot; as a scavenger that's usually the first thing to go but back then, the things he looted from didn't exactly tried to kill him--granted he had to deal with some booby traps.

It then suddenly occurred to him just that--a flanked car isn't probably the only thing these misfits had in mind. They could have booby trapped the perimeter around the camp too just for the likes of them. The fact there were no patrols or guards seemed likely more than case

"Hey Chief," he tapped on Garro's shoulder, "Does it ever occurred to you they don't have a look out for some reason? You think they could've had traps installed in around here just in case for guys like us?"

He didn't like the prospect, but better some than none. Who else could get close enough without getting spotted?

"I think we should probably scout out for a bit, if not for the traps, at least to get a better position to flank 'em or sumeth'in. If you're willing, I like to take up on that job."

Course Con preferred someone else would do it.