[Hudson's running toward the river. One good thing about Marine training: you can run like a mofo. However, all the screaming may be affecting his speed. He justifies that he's using, you know, sonic tactics.]

[Also, he's scared half to death. Few tons of Iguana on Steroids behind you will do that to ya.]

[Eliot hits him like a wrecking ball, knocking the scream clean out of him, and sending him tumbling.]

What the--!!!

[He's a bit slower to get to his feet. First, he's still flailing trying to figure out what the hell just happened, second, all that Marine gear. Kind of heavy.]

God damn! Don't do that!!!

[Don't do what? he doesn't know. He just...ouch. Everything hurts, man.]