These fellows seem confused. They can kill you with a harsh word, probably, or maybe a dirty look. You’re an Intertunnel pansy, of course, so they don’t really even need weapons. But they do seem at sixes and sevens. They can’t decide if they want to be helicopter commandos or submarine badboys or boat badasses or what. I half expected them to park an F-16 in there behind the rubber boat, then shoot a rocket back out to cover all the bases.

Well, whatever they’re doing, I imagine the other fellows are dead already, so it doesn’t much matter.