Doing another little trafficking session was easy work for Naga. Perched in one of the tall and dense trees in the Laotian forest, face covered with his dark sunglasses and headband and face mask, Naga was watching for any problems or complications that would go wrong on this transaction. He heard a few crunches, and tightened his grip around one of the leafy branches. He looked around, the green of his outfit camouflaging him pretty damn well. He then saw a man, and began to draw his pistol.