"Can't see any other way of keeping it contained. At least, not without pissing off the animal protection societies back home.<br/><br/>Star, go for height, I can play distraction."<br/><br/>He began jumping about, the hanger, moving it around to give Ghost an easy access to its back, which would let her run up its spine and cut its throat. The shots would keep it nice and irritated, hopefully also focused on him, so it didn't try and eat Ghost. At least, not before she slit its whistle.