The sharpshooter adjusted his scope and lowered it a bit. He aimed at Ashton and shot, hitting his foot.
"It'll be your head next time if you don't shut the fuck up!" He yelled at them.
"You look like you've done well for yourself." The grenade wielding bandit said to James, "What makes you think we'll let you go? For all we know, you've got a whole pouch of caps or food on you. Get back with the others." He said and pulled the pin on his grenade, keeping the lever depressed. "You shoot me and we all go up." He said. The second bandit, equipped with a laser pistol, drew it and trained it on the rest of the caravan members. He began to walk forward with the grenade bandit. The sharpshooter stayed behind, pointing his rifle at James.
"All of you on the god damn ground!" The sharpshooter yelled to the caravaneers.