Of course, if I was one of them - these people that you seem to think are your enemies - what would I do? Well, there'd be no balloon, so I'd draw a map to a real secluded place like a cave or some underbrush - good place for a trap - an ambush. And when your friends got there, a bunch of my people would be waiting for them. Then they'd use them to trade for me. I guess it's a good thing I'm not one of them, huh? ...You guys got any milk?
"'Man from Tallahassee?' What is that? Some kind of code?" "No, John. Unfortunately we don't have a code for 'There is a man in my closet with a gun to my daughter's head.' Although we obviously should."