I toured the rainforests of San Lucas after The War. I’d fought the Chinese with some of the Loco Cats, you see. They wanted to show me where they’d grown up. I returned the favor, though they thought my home was a little chilly. That’s fair. Their home is a bit warm for my sensibilities. But it only took one visit to see why nobody found them back in the day. Those rainforests are impressive at hiding anything from above, and the cats are nowhere near the most physically dangerous species on San Lucas. The cats are the size of a small horse. But there’s this rhino-hippo-crocodile fuel-of-nightmares thing the size of a large horse that actually holds the title of alpha predator on San Lucas. It’s got armored scales for a hide and jaws that can snap reinforced landing struts. Thank God they can’t climb trees.