"...what are Fleshpeckers, again?" Carrie heard the question, and more curious than alarmed, turned around.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Well, dangerous, in a word."</span>She walked over and saw the flock on the horizon. Still looking more curious than alaramed, she made a gesture, and Carnivore soon stood beside her. She spun around once, as if a little confused, and addressed noone in particular.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Well, should I load flak into Carnivore's longshot rifle? Just in case?"</span>Carnivore stood firmly in place, making a few clicking and clanking noises.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">Longshot Flak bullets loaded. Warning: ammunition low. Awaiting target. Awaiting clearance to fire."</span>Carrie turned to carnivore with an eyebrow raised.<span style="color: #8040FF">"I guess loading five different ammunition types isn't always a good idea, huh?"</span>She turned to Mary.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Twenty mil flak rounds. Are there any on the ship?"</span>Thw whole situation seems to have left Carolina dazed, but when all was said and done, flak made sense.