Before Cato could continue observing the woman a car screeched into the area. He watched rather confused as the shuddering, yet moving wreck slammed straight into the mutant. For a moment Cato thought that it might have died, but observing through the scope he saw as the creature started pulling the car out of itself. It was definitely hurt, the various bullets and the massive weight of the car had clearly pummelled whatever system of organs throbbed within.

Despite the tremendous racket, and the screeching of the wounded creature Cato was able to hear snippets of a shouted message from the woman. [i]Limb beast, limb beast, limb beast[/i] he thought to himself. He whistled a few bars of yellow submarine to himself for a couple of seconds contemplating his course of action. He went to level the rifle once more ready to put more rounds into the creature, and then he spied what seemed to be a child moving near the wreckage. Something clicked in his head when he saw the small figure. He quickly slung his rifle over his shoulder, and eyeing the broken steel cable he'd used to climb up to the roof he slid down to the ground, landing in a plume of ash and snow.