He studied their movements carefully, noting the interactions between members of the same species and of different species. Then he identified a few i...dividuals by their scar patterns and followed each for a few minutes, studying their behavior.There was a beeping sound in his ear, and a voice said "Five more minutes of air."The warning distracted him for a moment, making him lose track of the twelve-foot hammerhead he had been watching. As he scanned around for it, he realized to his surprise. He must have been in some close combat too, because he had bayonet or knife wounds through one leg, in both arms and his side, and four broken ribs. Those were just the important wounds. There were others.’ The colonel shrugged. ‘Either he doesn’t remember how he got them, or he won’t say.’ ‘I’ve seen the scars,’ Amy said softly. The colonel nodded. ‘Anyway, he was in pretty bad shape, and most of the men he managed to save were even worse off. He made it to the top of the ridge with thirteen. As we do, we are still getting plenty of jealous looks, from men and women. Men jealous that I have this angel beside me, and we are heading out for the night. And the women are jealous, because they know that they could never look as good as she is right now. ‘We’ll, that was interesting at the elevator, ‘ she says as we make our way through the parking lot, ‘some people can be so freakin’ rude, and disgusting, y’know?’ As she opens the passenger side door, and gets the car. ‘I know, but,’ as. He barely maneuvers through traffic to catch up with her. Pouring rain and bright headlights blur his vision as he finally bursts through the diner’s door. He frantically looks left to right. No sign of her. Then an older waitress with a bleach blonde beehive hairstyle asks, “ You play in that band across the street, don’t ya? The bass player?” He shakes his head yes still out of breath. The vintage waitress cracks on her gum, reaches in her pocket, pulls out a sticky note in the shape of a red.