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and fumbling with her pistol. She's suddenly wide awake when she sees YORK's

hover-bike, lit by the sensors' flashing red strobe. It skids to a halt

against a mud-bank, sending up a spray of silt. YORK climbs off the bike and

stumbles, then starts to unfasten the straps holding ACKLAND's body.

BEAUVAIS:

Jesus Christ! What happened?

YORK:

Give me a hand with Ack.

She races over to help YORK ease ACKLAND up.

BEAUVAIS:

How bad is...oh my God.

As ACKLAND is turned over, BEAUVIAS gets her first look at a FACEHUGGER.

She shies away, repulsed.

BEAUVAIS:

What _is_ that?

YORK:

Don't...uuh...don't know. Help me...

uuh...help me get him inside. Sh*t!

YORK grits his teeth, but the leg injury is too painful. He slumps slowly to

the floor.

BEAUVAIS:

(yelling)

Minh! Minh, get out here!

INT. TENT - NIGHT

A portable neon light in the tent flickers, casting staccato bluish light

over ACKLAND and the FACEHUGGER. MINH and BEAUVAIS stare at it in horrified

fascination, while YORK pulls a tourniquet around his thigh. He winces.

BEAUVAIS:

Have you tried prising it off?

YORK shakes his head.

YORK:

I wanted to get him back here; get him

back to base.

MINH:

Forget it. We lost the satellite link.

It's dead.

There's a long pause while everyone considers the options.

BEAUVAIS:

We've got no option. _We're_ gonna have

to get it off.

MINH:

Oh man...

YORK:

Get real, Beauvais! That thing might chew

his f***ing face off for all be know!

The motion sensor outside begins BEEPING again. MINH catches BEAUVAIS'

head-jerk.

BEAUVAIS:

Minh...

MINH:

Yep...

MINH hefts his 'howitzer' and leaves the tent. BEAUVAIS rounds on YORK,

continuing.

BEAUVAIS:

How do you know it's not already?

YORK:

I don't, but I think we should just wait

and let the Doc take a look...

EXT. LINSON'S RANGE - ENCAMPMENT - NIGHT

MINH walks towards a line of flashing red strobes at the perimeter of the

camp, the barrel of his weapon pointing casually forward. He studies the

surrounding darkness. There's nothing out there. He shakes his head in

disgust.

MINH:

(muttering)

Take a goddamn wrench to those things...

He thumbs a stud on the top of the 'howitzer'. There's a gentle WHINE, and

the HISS of hydraulic cylinders as the harness mechanism lifts the weapon up.

It darts quickly to-and-fro; a mechanical snake seeking a target. We see

MINH's hand in CLOSE UP. In addition to the firing trigger, there's also

a thumb button. He squeezes it...

The gun swings sharply around in a blinding movement, tracking something

automatically. There's a THUNDEROUS RUMBLE as it fires-off three shots in

rapid succession. Something that was only yards from MINH APPEARS and is

blown backwards to CRASH against a tree bole, a mass of luminous green liquid

and motion.

MINH (CONT'D)

(dumbstruck)

God.

MINH watches the helmeted PREDATOR fall face down into the water with a

SPLASH, then lie motionless. YORK and BEAUVAIS are out of the tent in an

instant.

PREDATOR-VISION. Three humans; in motion and 'hot'. The triangular

mechanism of the PREDATOR's gun locks onto MINH.

A BLAST of plasma-energy rips a gaping hole through MINH's body, spraying

blood across YORK. He topples dead to the ground, a look of pained surprise

on his face. BEAUVAIS is there immediately, racing across and scrabbling for

the 'howitzer'. She doesn't have time to take the harness off - she just

slides her finger through the trigger guard and starts squeezing off random

shots. The air shimmers as an unseen shape races at her. There's a loud

SWISH of sliding metal, and a telescopic spear appears out of thin air. It

SLAMS through BEAUVAIS' body, lifting her off the ground and impaling her

against a tree.

YORK watches in horror as BEAUVAIS' arms thrash around. A moment later her

struggles cease, and she'd dropped to the floor like a broken marionette.

There's a CRACKLING SOUND, and the hazy air around BEAUVAIS disappears. In

it's place is a PREDATOR, a luminous green patch trickling from a wound on

it's arm. It's head flicks around as it zeroes-in on YORK, the three red

dots of the PREDATOR's cannon following suit. YORK's quick though, already

up and running when the plasma bolt EXPLODES into the tree despite the pain

in his leg.

His options are limited. The hover-bike is nearby. He sprints for that and

his luck holds...the key's still in the ignition. He flips it. The engine

COUGHS and then dies. YORK looks up. The wounded PREDATOR bounds across the

clearing at frightened speed. YORK turns the key again, but the PREDATOR's

almost upon him. The creature WHIPS an ornately-shaped lance from it's back

and thrusts it...JUST AS THE ENGINE ROARS TO LIFE AND THE HOVER-BIKE RISES

FROM THE MUD! The blade slices into the bike's body and jams there, while

one of it's manta-wings SMACKS into the PREDATOR's jaw, sending it reeling

backwards into the swamp.

YORK swivels the bike on it's axis as another plasma-bolt rips into the rear,

melting away a sizable chunk of the bodywork. He sees a PREDATOR handing

from a tree, and the SHIMMERING of two more PREDATORS in their camouflage

nearby. He's not sticking around to argue though. YORK jams the throttle

hard and the bike shoots off into the bayou as more cannon-blasts blossom

around him.

The group of PREDATORS appear in the camp and cautiously survey the area.

The LEAD PREDATOR - the one with the distinctive armor - crosses to the tent

and opens the entry flap.

INT. TENT - NIGHT

PREDATOR-VISION. The extraterrestrial hunter scrutinizes the pulsing

FACEHUGGER on ACKLAND for a long moment, but takes no further action.

EXT. LINSON'S RANGE - ENCAMPMENT - NIGHT

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