"The left thigh," Brazier cried. "That's where the control is. Shoot for their left thighs!"
Brooks stopped the fat woman from the restaurant as her hands tightened on his throat. He shook his head to clear his brain and found Brazier had blasted a path through the solid mass in front.
"Run!" Brazier shouted. "The hell with the jeep! Just run!"
They ran....
They dissected one of the bodies at the camp; standing around in a silent group; stunned by the complete reality of the thing.
"It even has a kind of blood." The Commanding Officer said. "The analysis will be interesting."
Frank Brooks pointed at the body. "That's not actually flesh? Not skin or bones?"
"Yes, and no," the Commanding officer said. "They're synthetics but possibly as good as our own."
"Putting the control unit in the leg was a master touch," Tom Brazier said.