Predator Turnabout

"Regal found what was left of Richardson and Warner just afternoon. They'd been dead a while, and animals had been at them-there was a fox or maybe a coyote that scooted into the trees even as he got there. Even though he had halfway been expecting it, it was still a shock. Two of his crew killed. He went to have a better look.
He sure as hell didn't like what he saw.
He'd seen plenty of dead guys over the years, including a couple he'd made that way himself, but this? This was fucking
grody."

"He looked at them a long time, poked around, and he couldn't figure out what had killed them exactly. Looked
like somebody had rammed a hot iron as big around as man's arm clean through them. A rocket of some kind? No bullet
up to a fifty caliber would make that huge a wound, and it was all cauterized, like some kind of laser beam. Science fiction shit."pg.61 chpt.6

"Richardson and Warner had been pretty savvy, it would have been hard just to sneak up on them and take them out
without them getting off a shot. He checked their weapons; neither of their rifles, nor their handguns, had been fired recently, they were all still fully loaded."pg.62 chpt.6