Silas didn't really like any of this, but then he didn't guess it was his job to like it or not. He was the tail gunner, low man on the totem pole as far as officers went. He'd been listening to the discussion with a blank expression, very much unlike his usual one when he was with his bros. Silas had never gotten any respect to speak of growing up and his opinions hadn't counted for anything, which may have been why he sometimes didn't give voice to them now. Better to keep your damn mouth shut unless you had something concrete to offer, was his motto.
What he was wondering about was what exactly would stop this Avery dude from deciding to plug him some Dog meat when he was alone with their leader. Si didn't trust the police further than he could have thrown them, and he was suspicious of this entire idea. What did the man really want, and were his methods legit? There were too many unknowns for Si's liking. "I'm sure you already thought of this, but better be prepared in case he's got somethin' up his sleeve besides his fuckin' arm." He was slouched in his chair again, deep-set eyes idly settling on this person or that.