Standing, I turned to face my father. “It’s the same as the scent on Moore. It’s definitely a foreign cat, but it’s. . . more, somehow. ” Ethan snickered at my unintentional pun, but I ignored him.
Don't let the vision be shot through with holes, but be damn sure some of your best and brightest are shooting at it -- with bazookas as well as sniper's rifles.