The gun in my off-hand must be carefully calibrated in order to be effective. All these options and variables to consider--- but really, there's only one real way to make it work. After all, these beasts all wear the same clothing. It's what's on the inside that gets me the bounty. Carefully aimed at the monster's only real point of weakness, the combination sonic-infrared blast annihilates the shroud of mystery that surrounds these cardboard savages. Now begins the fun part; This beast is just like the rest of them: bland, bleak and worthless to me and the... forces, if you will, that hired me. My right hand holds a small and very sharp blade specialized for this task. Pulling my charge from the shelf I quickly dissect the offending creature. First the bandages holding it's frail shell together; they melt to my blade like butter. The perforated folds of it's skin yield to quick swipes across the surface, before--finally--I pull the beast's head back and slit it's throat. There's no blood, but the skin slides off neatly to reveal equally portioned items, marked for individual sale. This is how I spend my days. It's not as exciting as it sounds, but it pays well. At least for now.