It wasn't long before a black car pulled into the area. It crept into an adjacent alleyway and cut the engine. One of the lookouts nodded to his companion and he momentarily disappeared back into the house. He returned a few moment later, followed by three other men. Two of them looked bulky and intimidating and they flanked a smaller man who was presumably in charge of the gang.
Damian watched as the trio made their way towards the alley. The passengers in the car, four in total, had already gotten out of the vehicle. They had moved towards the car's trunk but hadn't opened it yet. There was a short conversation and between hand gestures and lip reading skills, it wasn't hard to discern the details.
It was a deal for guns. It looked like someone was gearing up for a turf war. On the whole, Damian didn't have much objection to that. Sure it may have been violent and there was always potential for innocent people to get caught in the crossfire but overall it was lowlifes killing lowlifes. He didn't feel any moral inkling to save them. Besides, breaking up this deal would be almost embarrassingly easy.
The meeting continued as expected with money changing hands in return for the small arms. It didn't take long for the rest of the crew to unload the trunk. Damian made a mental note to look into who their most likely rival was. He hadn't yet started cultivating informants but it was on his list of things to do.
Finally, the four men climbed back into the car and the engine started back up again. Presumably they were headed back to their distributor. Damian tucked the binoculars back in a side pocket. He waited for the car to get about two blocks away before he started following along the rooftops.