"That doesn't matter now," insisted Bryce, eyes darting once more to the bloodied corpse of their erstwhile enemy. "He's dead either way, and no matter which way you cut it, it would be imprudent to hang out here with the body. We either haul ass or take care of the remains, but standing around won't do us any good." Thrilling though it was to be thrust once more into this lifestyle, he was nothing if not cautious in so unfamiliar a territory, and the last thing he care to be was a sitting duck.