He moved the column of tiny tanks across the ceiling, covering more ground. With a small beeping noise, once tank got a facial match, and charged cannons, firing two darts at the stallion’s neck. The darts hit him and channeled a powerful vomit inducer into his blood stream. The target slapped his neck assuming it was a mosquito. Rethinus smiled, and stood up, setting the vehicles on a return course to his van. He walked to the bathroom, and waited for his target to come rushing in.