Alien vs. Predator Page #11

gone awol, unless you can help us go some

way toward disproving our suspicion, he's

the prime suspect right now.

The news hits ACKLAND hard. He falters and leans back, addressing REVNA.

ACKLAND:

Can I...um...have some water? Please?

REVNA:

Sure.

She goes to fetch a cup.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - COMMISSARY

It's lunchtime, and the SOUND of machinery STEAMING food mixes with the

CHATTER of the twenty-or-so personnel eating there. HIROKO and KAMEN are

deep in conversation across a table.

KAMEN:

Do you believe him?

HIROKO:

Ackland? I don't know him well enough to

say. If we were back on Earth we could

run him though an Aldhoven test and find

out for sure. There's not much we can do

out here.

KAMEN stares hard at her. That's not much of an answer, and HIROKO knows it.

She capitulates.

HIROKO (CONT'D)

Alright then, For what it's worth...yes,

I do.

KAMEN digs appreciatively into a container of food with his fork.

KAMEN:

You should try this seasoned stuff. It's

good.

GUTTIEREZ approaches the table carrying something.

GUTTIEREZ:

Got a present for you.

He hands HIROKO's leather jacket over to her.

HIROKO:

Oh, I've been looking for this! Where

was it?

GUTTIEREZ:

You left it in the chopper. Oh, and before

I forget, Don? I ran that test you wanted

on the turbines.

KAMEN:

And...?

GUTTIEREZ:

And, nothing. They checked out just fine.

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - PLATFORM - AFTERNOON

A metal rail surrounds the perimeter of the platform. DILLER leans against

it down by the access ramp, smoking a cigarette and idly blowing rings into

the air. BREWSTER pricks up her years and begins to quietly SNARL. DILLER

glances down at her curiously.

DILLER:

What's the matter, girl? You smell

something?

Now the rhino are restless too. CASSIE walks across the concrete roadway

to join them.

CASSIE:

Rhinos look a little antsy,

BREWSTER stops SNARLS and progresses onwards to full-fledged BARKING.

DILLER:

Yeah. Never seem 'em act like this

before.

PREDATOR-VISION. CASSIE and DILLER are 'warm', but the rhinos are BREWSTER

are 'hotter' still. Their VOICES and BREWSTER's BARKS are filtered to the

point of unrecognizability, eerily distorted.

CASSIE's the first to hear the SOUND.

CASSIE:

Do you hear that?

DILLER straightens up, looking out into the surrounding trees. It's a FAINT

HUM, getting LOUDER every second.

DILLER:

Yeah...

A hoverbike appears, trailing smoke from one of it's turbine intakes as it

hurtles towards the base. Halfway between the trees and the ramp, it clips

a fallen log and spins end-over-end. It's rider flies through the air and

hits the swamp face-first. DILLER and CASSIE race down the ramp with

BREWSTER YELPING excitedly in the lead.

CASSIE:

I don't believe it.

DILLER splashes through the swamp and pulls the limp body out of the mire.

It's YORK. Blood has caked around his wounded leg.

DILLER:

He looks in a bad way. Help me get him

up to Infirmary.

CASSIE:

Wait a minute...

Something else has caught CASSIE's eye. A "something" almost two metres in

length protruding from the rear of the wrecked hoverbike. Grasping the haft

firmly, she works it free. CASSIE examines the PREDATOR spear, and slowly

shakes her head.

CASSIE (CONT'D)

Holy Mary...

PREDATOR-VISION. The concealed hunter watches as the colorised human

curiously turns the weapon over in her hands.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - INFIRMARY

REVNA sits at a desk and peers into a microscope. Every so often she GRUNTS

in satisfaction and types something into her computer terminal. The stasis

tube containing the dead FACEHUGGER stands to one side of the computer

screen. The Infirmary is very quiet, and only the gentle THROB of the air-

conditioning intrudes. ACKLAND tosses uncomfortably on his cot. He finally

sits up and massages his chest.

ACKLAND:

Oh. Oh God...

REVNA lowers her pen and looks across.

REVNA:

What is it?

ACKLAND:

It's nothing, Doc. Just a...touch of

indigestion...something.

REVNA:

Do you want a tablet?

ACKLAND winces in pain. His breathing's getting heavy. He nods.

ACKLAND:

Uh-huh.

REVNA gets up swiftly and crosses to an automated pharmacy. ACKLAND's

beginning to COUGH now.

REVNA:

That sounds nasty. I'll give you a couple

of Demazine.

ACKLAND nods again. His COUGHING has deepened, and now he's banging his

chest with a balled fist. REVNA hurries over with three red tablets and a

disposable cup of water. ACKLAND takes them gratefully and gulps them down.

The effect is almost immediate; ACKLAND quietens and an appreciative smile

comes to his pale lips.

REVNA (CONT'D)

Better?

ACKLAND:

Yeah...

Before he has a chance to elaborate, ACKLAND COUGHS once more. A thin spray

of blood and saliva dots REVNA's white smock and speckles her cheek.

ACKLAND's scrabbling fingers grab her lapels as he begins to hyperventilate.

She pulls away, dragging him from the bed in the process. He falls to the

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