Alien vs. Predator Page #13

HIROKO:

Do it. I don't want that thing on my

installation. I want it caught and

destroyed.

KAMEN:

Cornering it shouldn't be a problem. Each

part of this station is basically a self-

sufficient deep-space transport module

running off external couplers. If we

disconnect them and seal off every section,

we've got a ceiling of about thirty-six

hours on internal power. That should give

us ample time to find it.

HIROKO:

Alright. Pull some trackers and headsets

out of stores, and I'll sign a release for

the weapons. Cassie, organise a team

roster and put it on the board.

CASSIE nods soberly. HIROKO looks at everybody, and her words are carefully

chosen.

HIROKO (CONT'D)

I don't care how you kill this thing, just

be careful not to get in it's way when it

bleeds. You all saw what happened to Doc

Revna.

There are nods of agreement and general enthusiasm all round.

HIROKO (CONT'D)

Nobody wander off on their own until it's

found. Keep in pairs. Diller, once the

first team's done their sweep I want you

to go down with Annie to Three-Pump while

she replaces it.

DILLER:

Okay.

HIROKO:

One final point. Killing this sonuvabitch

ought to be a reward in itself. However,

just to add a little incentive...I'm

authorizing a hefty bonus in the next pay-

packet for whoever does.

This seems to appeal to those assembled there. There's a palpable buzz in

the air.

HIROKO (CONT'D)

Alright, let's get to it. New York rules

apply.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - EXECUTIVE OFFICE

YORK is recounting his story to KAMEN and HIROKO in a hushed voice. Small

beads of sweat stand out on his forehead and his eyes are haunted by

remembrance. The man's a mess.

YORK:

...I mean, these...these mothers were...

were _huge_. They look like bushmen,

but they had all this hi-tech sh*t

strapped all over 'em. They must've

wasted Beauvais and Minh inside thirty

seconds. Minh got off a couple of shots

from that cannon of his, but he might as

well have been using a B-B gun. I don't

know how the hell I made it out of there

alive.

He nods toward the PREDATOR spear in HIROKO's hands.

YORK (CONT'D)

The one I clipped with the hoverbike

shoved that at me. Whatever it's made of,

it went straight through a double-layer of

honeycomb polyalloy composite like it was

butter.

YORK shakes his head in fear.

YORK (CONT'D)

I don't wanna ever come up against those

things again. Ever.

KAMEN claps the man on the shoulder to reassure him.

KAMEN:

Don't worry about it, Yorkie. You're safe

now. Go get come rest.

YORK nods. He gets to his feet and leaves the room. HIROKO waits until the

door slides shut behind him.

HIROKO:

So, what do you think?

KAMEN:

What do I think? I think if those Marines

from Powell don't shift their butts getting

here, we're gonna get caught up to our

necks in the middle of something we

shouldn't.

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - PLATFORM - DUSK

It's late, and the base's exterior lighting casts yellow pools of light

across the metal and concrete thoroughfares. GUTTIEREZ and DE VRIES - a

tough-looking Afrikaan woman with a think accent - looks uneasily about them.

Another GROUP of PEOPLE with trackers and guns are searching around in the

BACKGROUND. Nearby, the vertical yellow column of a suspension-crane gantry

towers high above.

DE VRIES:

C'mon, man. One more sweep.

GUTTIEREZ:

One more sweep...one more sweep. I'm

getting tired of one more f***in' sweep.

We're been lookin' for this thing for

three days now, and found zip.

DE VRIES:

Ah, quit griping. Keeps you in shape

doesn't it?

GUTTIEREZ:

Hey! I was in shape _before_ we started

doing this.

DE VRIES pauses, listening to the sound from the surrounding forest.

DE VRIES:

Listen to that...

GUTTIEREZ c*cks his head and listens. He has no idea what she means.

GUTTIEREZ:

Listen to what?

DE VRIES:

That's what I mean. This is the quietest

I've ever heard it. It's unnatural.

GUTTIEREZ shivers in the wind as he looks out into the impenetrable blackness

beyond the confines of the base.

GUTTIEREZ:

De Vries?

DE VRIES:

Yeah?

GUTTIEREZ:

Next time you have a thought like that?

Keep it to yourself.

BREWSTER the dog stares in fascination at the rhinos through the meshwork

fence of their pens. The animals move around in agitation. Not at her, but

at something else...

DE VRIES:

Something spooking the rhinos?

GUTTIEREZ:

I dunno.

Rate this script:3.3 / 3 votes