"Yeah, giant killer squirrels. There's a whole list of crap out there up on the board, though I didn't see the squirrels listed."

Saving humans from themselves -- they had something in common, then. And at least he wasn't talking to an evil alien robot from the future. Small blessings.

"Simple it is. Eyes, throat, groin, knees. Throat for the kill, all the others to disable. From a distance, aim for the chest." For the first time, he vaguely wished Dolmacher was around. He'd fucking love this place. Whole thing would be a game to him, and he'd be playing to win. It would mean talking to him, but you couldn't have everything.