"Unless you're sure you can dodge RPGs, pretty sure there is only one way to play this...," Val muttered, running a hand through his hair. This wasn't good. Aside from the damage those rpgs could do to their convoy, one unlucky shot and Val might be the only one left in any shape to fight. And that was only if he managed to get Mercy loose in time to take the hit.

He looked back over at the rest of his companions. The fallaways. Wren. Even the new kid with Mimi. For their sake, he put that same arrogant smile back on his face and hoped he radiated the confidence he didn't feel as he made a decision. 

"I'll go have a chat with gas mask up there. If Vinny's working with him, I'll bet Dust to dollars that's Savio. Don't know the guy very well, but since the last time we saw Vinny I kind of shot him in the arm so I'll take my chances talking to Savio," Val said, unslinging his rifle from his shoulder. After a brief hesitation, he handed it over to Ebony. "Hold this for me, will you? I'll be back for it. Don't even think about taking a shot with it unless you know you've got the shot. She might not be AE tech, but she'll punch a whole in anything short of a wild."

He turned to the driver, taking on a more commanding tone to his voice, "if I start turning red and mean, get these people the Dust out of here. You leave any of them behind and I'll let Mercy eat your face. The buildings to the sides might give you cover from the rpgs, but I wouldn't rely on that much. Me and Mercy will try to punch a hole for the vehicles to get out if it comes down to it."

"If it's a choice between me and the rest of my crew here, you leave my ass in the Dust, got it?," Val said, slapping the man's shoulder and not waiting for a reply as he ducked out of the jeep and started walking towards Savio with a very casual stride.

As he approached, Val took note of the very Mimi-looking wilds that came running up next to Savio. From the way the two didn't instantly start fighting, it seemed they had more than one enemy to thank for their current spot of trouble.

"Red Embers! Always a pleasure to meet the men holding Vinny's bitch leash. Been a while... last I heard you guys took Wild hearts, not worked with them...," Val called out, trying to close about half of the distance between the vehicles and Savio. More than enough room to transform if it was needed.

"Damn if they ain't cute though. You know, I saw one just like them not too long ago. Never would have thought the legendary Red Embers would ever do the bidding of a bunch of Wilds though. Pay must be pretty good if you haven't harvested these tiny guys yet," Val said, his words edged to see if there was any rift he could exploit between Savio and the Wilds.