"In the mid-afternoon, a few hours after Rath had ordered the mortars to cease firing, the big guns to settle and cool, the top of the east tower exploded, obliterating his sniper and sending stone down on his men, who scrambled to get out of the way."

"Then, just when he thought he'd won them over? Couple of them had even cracked a joke, the top of the tower had exploded behind him, like the ultimate unanswerable question, and he'd hit the floor of the gun emplacement like everyone else. A good seven to eight feet had been vaporized. Not even a bloodstain to mark the death of the sniper."

"A blue beam from far out in the long grass. The top of the southern tower vaporized, along with its sniper. This time, the aim was so accurate it just sheared the top right off. Only a stone or two fell. It left a jagged black-lipped edge like the sharp end of a broken bottle."

"The blue beam leapt out twice more, each strike more surgical than the last. Rath folded his arms. There was no real danger yet. It was clear enough what the Predator wanted accomplished: no early warning for an attack. No way for the defenders to take the alien out from a privileged vantage point." Pgs. 256-257 chtp.69