"Are we sure this is some kind of mining place, and not a bootcamp for some sort of special forces?" Kyle asked, crouching down near the dismembered corpse of one of the Shenia that lay on the gravel that covered the majority of the area. "This damage is far too precise, and the weapons that did it are far too powerful for it to be just miners."
"Since when did you become an expert on weapons? You're trained in hunting or something from home, aren't you?" Connor asked.
"Yeah, but you pick up things like that just from experience. Since when did you become an expert at leading people. You're trained in… what exactly, remind me?" Kyle retorted.
"Nothing."
"Exactly. You're trained in nothing, but you're instinctively taking the initiative when nobody else is willing to. It's the same with me, I instinctively know that this is too precise and too clean. Even a standard rifle wouldn't likely do this much."