His dusky hazel eyes watched calculatingly through the sheen of rain that dropped before him, and sometimes into his eyes causing them to sting slightly. The barn of course had been a waste of his time and energy, but at least now he had sited down the group and would be hopefully enough to hear something worth the enormous risk he was taking. The deep voices from within the small unadorned hut resonated out in the stillness filling his ears with words that just barely tickled the all consuming curiosity that plagued him of late. It didn't much surprise him that Reacher had gotten himself in over his head, but to see the cold, and calculating man react so frightened more than a bit perturbed him, and sparked further curiosity about just who these men where, and why they inspired such fear and respect from people like Reacher. More than helpful it would be to know more about the real players of the city, the ones that worked things from behind the scenes and gave people like him a job. That information could only help him get whatever he desired at the time, or perhaps the insight would simply get him killed if these people where as deadly as Reacher thought they where.
The slender, greying man stumbled out of the hut, almost causing Darian to jump in surprise, but showing surprisingly good instinct, he remained completely still for a moment while his mind raced how to better deal with the situation developing so fast. One thing he knew was that he couldn't remain where he was for much longer, and using the distraction of reacher, he slowly edged off to the right side of himself, pushing himself further away from the man that attracted such unwanted attention, and angling to get a better, more advantageous place near the dilapidated hut. His fingers moved easily through the soft, muddy loam, digging his way across till he had made his intensely slow progress to the unbroken side of the hut, winding there just in time for Reacher to have been already replaced none to gently inside the hunt.
Finally he chose to crawl forward instead of a wide fading backwards route, and his far as close to the wall as he could bear, put his ear up close to a crack in the poor building work that seemed to riddle everything in the area with cracks and instability. It was shoddy building work, and everyone knew it, but it was cheap, and that little fact tended to help well with the overall profits of a business. A cool wisp of air tickled his ear, but he remained still, tensely so, listening for any words at all that would tell him more of what was going on, and more importantly, what exactly it bode for him, and his own ventures.