"I hope he's able to track it. After all, there should be plenty of my DNA on the jerk from all that junk I'd been throwing at those things, so maybe Boss has a gadget that can do that. We need to get this under control quickly or those victims are going to be digested," Gertrude muttered to herself, the ice on her VAC pack finally melted. She switched off the "critical mass" option and grinned at the clones. "Alright. Here's something else to worry about, ya' bastards!" she yelled as she turned on the suction and schlurped one into her pack.