“I can’t do it,” Raul called from behind me. “I need a baby seal.” I turned at that. “What the fuck, Raul?” He waved his pincer. “No, not like that. The seals hang out near the eggs. It’s like an automatic reaction. We’ve been programmed to perform when we see baby seals.” It was no wonder the monk seals wanted these guys all dead. The ridiculous, red, white, and blue entrance sequence for Alpha Carl exploded across the beach. I tried to tune it out while I dealt with Raul. “Look, over there. There’s a pile of dead baby seals. Try that.”
