Alien vs. Predator Page #10
EXT. LINSON'S RANGE - IMPACT SIGHT - DAY
Under the cathedral-like light filtering through the trees above, a row of
metal spikes have been driven into the earth. Four are topped with still-
smoking ALIEN skulls. Two and empty.
PREDATOR-VISION. A newly decapitated ALIEN head is turned around in another
PREDATOR's hands in admiration. This PREDATOR thrusts his trophy onto the
next spike, then stares at the vacant one for a long moment. His wrist
computer BLEEPS for attention...
INT. RYUSHI STATION - COMMAND CENTER
With nothing to do, most of the screens are out and the remaining personnel
bored. PARSONS is reading a magazine with his feet up on the console,
uninterested in HIROKO and KAMEN's conversation nearby.
HIROKO:
I'm going to need you to co-sign the
report. Until we come up with something,
this'll be treated as first degree murder.
KAMEN:
Agreed.
HIROKO:
When we get the link back, and I send this
in, I.C.C.'ll throw a _fit_.
KAMEN:
Ah, don't worry about I.C.C. They're the
least of your problems right now.
HIROKO:
What do you mean?
URIOSTE walks up, very serious. She interrupts.
URIOSTE:
Sorry. Can I have a word?
HIROKO:
Sure. What's up?
URIOSTE:
Three-Pump failed a half-hour ago. The
algae must have clogged up an intake
duct.
KAMEN:
Think I spoke too soon...
HIROKO:
Again? How long before we start noticing
the difference?
URIOSTE:
I reckon it'll be another day before the
smell gets unbearable. Beauvais usually
fixes it, but...ah...
HIROKO knows what she means. BEAUVAIS is dead.
HIROKO:
Can you handle it?
URIOSTE:
Sure, I can manage. But I'm not going
into the Pit on my own.
HIROKO:
(to Urioste)
Alright, get somebody from the auto-shop.
(to Kamen)
Is that alright?
KAMEN:
Yeah, no problem. Ask Diller, he's good
with his hands.
URIOSTE exchanges a grin with CASSIE.
CASSIE:
I'll go along with that.
A SHRILL TRILLING from his console communicator makes PARSONS leap up to
answer.
PARSONS:
Parsons.
(long beat)
Yeah. Hold on.
INT. RYUSHI STATION - INFIRMARY
A CLOSE UP of an eye, bright blue and dilated. DOC REVNA's shining a hand-
held light into ACKLAND's face. ACKLAND's regained consciousness, but is far
from happy. He's sitting on the edge of a cot in the base Infirmary, an
antiseptic room full of automated medical equipment. The Autodoc is
suspended from the ceiling nearby, a circular cluster of sophisticated
manipulator arms tipped with cutting blades and surgical paraphernalia.
ACKLAND:
Hey, c'mon Doc, I feel fine. Really.
REVNA flicks off the probe.
REVNA:
Headache? Dehydration?
ACKLAND:
The head's okay, but I could sink a six-
pack.
REVNA:
Forget that. I want you off alcohol for
at least seventy-two hours. I've got some
toxin build-up tests still to run.
REVNA shakes her head and turns to KAMEN.
REVNA (CONT'D)
He's broken a fever that would kill a
mule, but if he says he's alright I'm
prepared to believe him. He's all yours.
HIROKO enters. She watches from behind KAMEN.
KAMEN:
What happened out there, Ack?
ACKLAND:
(consternated)
What do you mean, 'what happened'? What
am I doing back here? Where's York?
HIROKO:
(insistent)
What's the last thing you can remember?
ACKLAND thinks hard.
ACKLAND:
We...watched a meteor hit over Linson's.
HIROKO and KAMEN exchange significant glances.
HIROKO:
A meteor?
ACKLAND:
Yeah, it impacted really off. We went
out to the crash-site...and...uh...
that's...that's all.
KAMEN:
Nothing else?
ACKLAND:
No.
KAMEN turns to REVNA.
KAMEN:
Show him 'Fido'.
REVNA pulls out a cylindrical glass stasis tube from a wall rack. She hands
it to ACKLAND. He studies the dead FACEHUGGER floating inside with morbid
fascination.
REVNA:
Ring any bells?
ACKLAND tries hard to think, but it's as if a wall's slammed down hard on his
mind.
ACKLAND:
Not really, no. Ugly little sonuvabitch.
What is it?
KAMEN:
We thought you might be able to tell us.
I found it by your cot at the camp. You
were out cold.
ACKLAND:
What did York say?
HIROKO:
York's vanished.
ACKLAND:
Vanished?
HIROKO:
Beauvais and Minh are dead, Ackland. York's
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