Evan got a quizzical expression of his own, turning over Edger's mention of forest fires.  "Well, we can always call the local forest service and see if their next controlled burn can't be set forward a few days."  The psych ops man suggested, seeming a bit disgusted at the idea of using stun grenades alongside a heavy machine gun.  "A nice, even burn from all directions towards the mine, then a team of machine guns at any creeks or other fire escapes.  It'd be like an extremination."  Evan said, laughing nervously at such a sociopathic plan.<br/><br/>"These people really have done more than attack animals to earn their termination order... right?" Evan said nervously.  He trusted the taskforce implicitly, but it was grounded in a belief that what these beings were doing was<strong>wrong</strong>, not just because they were different.  Evan could understand people who were different.  Maybe even people whio drink other people's blood to be healthy.  But people who make other people shoot each other, people who care for one another, and then laugh about it, those were the monsters who needed some killing.