Riesmann's dark eyes take inventory of Sarge, and from the sweatshirt to the smug set of the Dog's face he's already decided that he hopes these mongrels give them a reason to use all that heavy artillery. He'd like to see this big brutish bastard mowed down by submachine gun fire. A smile graces Riesmann's mouth as he pictures it, and the mental image centers his chi, so to speak. He manages to control himself, even when the Dog says they're overcompensating.
"We just wanted to be prepared," Riesmann says. "You Dogs seem to confuse the purpose of a negotiation. I'm not sure y'all actually know what that word means."
"We do. We just don't typically negotiate with Capitol pigs," Sonny says darkly. For once, the Road Captain actually looks pissed off. Sonny's usual red-eyed looseness is focused by his fury, and that laid back attitude he generally approaches these situations with is nowhere to be seen.
"Ya got no choice now, though. King's decree. You're all on the line, for what? A girl and her anchor baby?" Riesmann laughs, then looks over to the commander beside him. "Let's check the trucks." He brings his gaze back to the officers in front of him. "If you don't mind. It's not that we don't trust you, pups, it's just that we think you're a bunch of fucking unscrupulous shysters."