As they surround the flare in the pouring rain it looks as if they are worshipping some sort of deity. Steve gets the answer he was looking for in regards to their ability to see in the dark. It is further reinforced by his new ally who whispers in his ear: They are as blind as bats at night, but unlike bats, they have no sonar. Totally helpless.

Steve looks at the man’s face and in what little light reaches them from the flickers of the flare below he realises why he recognised the voice: I know this asshole. He’s from that meat head cage fighting club in the next town. What the hell is he doing here?

Another whisper: We have to be quiet though, their hearing is sharper at night.

Steve alternates his