"We ain't really happy for the wait either. Just fifteen more minutes, over."<br/><br/>Arget was bristling from goosebumps, surveying their quarry.  He kept nervously checking his equipment... wrench, loaded gun, ammo, armor of a sort... he was about to sweat the damn stuff off even though it were solid now.<br/><br/>(I'll never be ready... I've been up here an hour or so, maybe five times that, stomach quivering, heartbeat erratic... such a beautiful view.  I hope if I die, I at least have the dignity of being eaten by a good-looking vixen.  Or a... no... don't think that way.  This is a game.  A game!  Life's no fun unless you're playing for keeps... right?) He thinks.  (Right.)