"We need to shoot him," Ilich said. "Whatever that thing in there is? It's not [person]. I don';t know what the hell it is, but the only sane thing any of us can do right now is put a bullet in its brain."

Trejo drew his sidearm, took it by its barrel, and held it out towards Ilich. "If you're sure that'll kill him, be my guest."

Illich hesitated, then looked away. Trejo holstered his pistol.