There are seven of them, Erasers that is. Each of them doing a certain job, three were scouting, two were figuring co-ordinates and the final two were cooking/torturing the rabbit the caught earlier.
"When can we go get that squirming little worm" growled one eraser to another.
"Soon" he growled back
"I can't wait to sink my claws into her, maybe rip off a couple of fingers and….."
"NO" shouted the, what seems like the leader and interrupting the other ones fantasy.
"And why not" he retorted "do you have feelings" he spat "for the target".
"Of course not" he stammered "anyway don't question your captain; we need to keep our target well".
"They said alive" he stated with a devious look in his eyes "not well".
And that was the end of that.