R4 pin drop

"Hmm..." Hale held his hands out and made a frame with his fingers, surveying the terrain. "If I made a combat arena outta all this... you could put a control point in that garage... and an ammo pack over by the electric fence..."

"Sorry, but we ain't looking for buyers."

There were so many crevices and dark little holes to hide in, even in broad daylight, that anyone could've snuck up on the gang. Not Hale, of course. Hale could've heard a pin drop from a thousand paces. That's how he knew someone was lying in wait nearby. He heard the steady pattern of his breathing, the drumbeat of his heart. That's also how Hale knew the guy wasn't planning on fighting once he ducked out from behind a decrepit old van. Chuuya and Fourze still got on their guard, though.

He couldn't blame them. Tough as they were, they still didn't have Saxton Hale's fortitude. Any lesser man would've balked at a human-shaped mass of hard metal stepping out in the sun.

The man put his hands up. He was kinda a bigger guy, not in shape, and wore shabby clothes. If it weren't for the made-of-metal thing, Hale would've called him plain. "Easy, easy. Ain't here for a fight."