Rorschach could tell from her silence that she was aware of him. He knew what he had to do. Mislead. Misdirect. Ambush.

Slowly, moving with intense focus on every muscle, cell and molecule of his body, Rorschach slide down and fingered a rock on the ground. Getting it up into his hand, gripping it tight like a baseball, he cocked back and launched the rock high over Danica's head so that it crashed through the trees behind her.