Hector peers down a moment and wrinkles his nose. "If I fall in the water, I want a mercy kill," he says. "Last thing I want's to end up getting eaten by those things."

"Just cross the bridge, old man," says Al.

"I'm just saying," says Hector, as he starts making his way over. The others follow. Thankfully, nothing makes any kind of an attempt to jump up at them, and while there's a heavily armored gunman in another CCM helmet on the other side, he basically glances at the arrivals and turns his attention back to scanning the river for anything that might try to get out. "Market's that way," he says, and waves a hand.