Cato cocked the bolt on his rifle as the creature appeared. [i]Well aren't you pretty?[/i] He thought to himself. He noted that the woman had drawn out a small pistol looked to be a home defence weapon of some sort [i]Ain't finishing it with that,[/i] he thought as he started whistling a funeral march.

Then suddenly a round slammed into the creatures chest. From the sound of the shot and the size of the hole it put into the damn thing the weapon was clearly a higher calibre than the woman's pistol. [i]A rifle?[/i] Thought Cato to himself [i]... more than one of them then?[/i]

Seeing the creature still advancing he slowed his breathing and trained the rifle at it's head. Mutants were tough to put down as one could rarely tell what their anatomy was like inside. But based on what he could see Cato didn't see any other major targets available. Squeezing the trigger slowly, there was a sudden crack as the shot rang out and the round slammed into the creature right between its various maws. It slumped backwards ceasing it's advance but still twitching. [i]Probably not dead... hope she's seen enough to know that[/i] he thought to himself, starting to whistle the opening chords of Sinatra's Luck be a Lady.