Alien vs. Predator Page #9

We PAN SLOWLY ACROSS the deserted campsite. There isn't a soul there, human

or otherwise. The wind whistles eerily through the tree-boughs.

EXT. RAINFOREST AIRSPACE - DAWN

First light the next day, the sun rising on the horizon. A 'chopper' -

actually a twin-turbine heli-jet - flies in low above the veil of mist

hanging over the treetops.

INT. CHOPPER - DAWN

The cockpit is small, a two-seater with room for cargo in the back. KAMEN's

in the pilot seat, and HIROKO's riding shotgun. The controls moving by

themselves, on autopilot. A REPETITIVE BEEPING causes KAMEN to look up from

his magazine.

KAMEN'S P.O.V. From out of the window of the 'chopper', we see the twin blue

lights of the navigation beacon blinking on-and-off above the trees.

KAMEN nudges HIROKO awake.

KAMEN:

Wake up. We're at the beacon.

He switches the controls over to manual and takes the chopper down. HIROKO

rubs the sleep from her eyes.

EXT. LINSON'S RANGE - ENCAMPMENT - DAWN

Twin searchlights on the underside of the descending chopper sweep across the

clearing. The encampment has been wrecked, much of is reduced to a twisted

tangle of smoking debris. All-terrain gear lowers from the chopper, as it

makes a watery landing in the swamp.

INT. CHOPPER - DAWN

KAMEN and HIROKO stare at the site in disbelief. KAMEN hauls an automatic

pulse-rifle from the rear.

KAMEN:

Looks like trouble.

KAMEN reaches under the pilot's seat and pulls out a hand-pistol. Passes it

to her.

KAMEN (CONT'D)

Used one of these before?

HIROKO coolly examines it.

HIROKO:

Fabrique Nationale tactical autoloader.

Uses twelve mill hollow 'O' rounds, with

through the barrel smart laser-sighting.

Sure, I can handle this.

HIROKO's show-boating and KAMEN knows it, but he still can't help being a

little bit impressed.

KAMEN:

Okay. Watch were you point it...

EXT. LINSON'S RANGE - ENCAMPMENT - DAWN

The two of them pick their way across mangled tripods and charred canvas.

Part of the bivouac has collapsed - one of the guide ropes has burned

through.

HIROKO:

(quietly)

Somebody picked an argument.

KAMEN:

Yeah. _Somebody_ won.

HIROKO:

Check out the tent.

KAMEN nods and heads off that way, while HIROKO carefully inspects the

wreckage dotted around the perimeter.

INT. TENT - DAWN

KAMEN opens the tent flap and peers inside. ACKLAND's on the cot, sweating

heavily. There is no sign of the FACEHUGGER.

EXT. LINSON'S RANGE - ENCAMPMENT - DAWN

Across the clearing, HIROKO turns a piece of charred plating over in her

hands before discarding it.

Her foot slips on an object sunk into the soft mud. It's MINH's 'howitzer'.

A dark slippery patch coats the metal. She crouches down and rubs her

fingers through it. Blood. KAMEN's VOICE intrudes, O.S.

KAMEN:

(O.S.)

I've found Ackland!

HIROKO:

Hold on...

She begins to cross the camp, and her foot catches on a taut length of rope.

SOMETHING swings down from the trees, hitting her squarely in the face and

knocking her off her feet. HIROKO CRIES OUT in fear and surprise, then

freezes at what she sees.

Two bloodied bodies dangle head-first from the bough overhead; BEAUVAIS and

MINH. Each has been skinned and is beyond recognition. KAMEN hears her

exclamation and is out of the tent in an instant. He stops in his tracks.

KAMEN:

Jesus palomino...

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - HELI-JET PAD - MORNING

It's raining again at the base. Under cover of an overhang, HIROKO watches

as ACKLAND is trundled away from the 'chopper' on a paramedic trolley by

GUTTIEREZ and DOC REVNA, an Indian woman in her late thirties. As KAMEN

slams the 'chopper's side door, we see that HIROKO has left her leather

jacket on the passenger seat. KAMEN runs after REVNA clutching a clear

plastic bag.

KAMEN:

Wait a minute, Doc...

He hands the bag over to REVNA. She peers at the contents curiously. The

FACEHUGGER is inside, stiff and shriveled.

REVNA:

Is this it?

KAMEN:

Yeah. Found it curled up in a corner of

the tent. Any idea?

REVNA shakes her head.

REVNA:

Never come across one of these before.

Maybe the original survey team did. I'll

run it through records and see what comes

up.

GUTTIEREZ checks that ACKLAND's body's secure on the trolley. KAMEN raps him

on the back to get his attention.

KAMEN:

Hey, Jan. See if you can get someone to

check out the chopper.

GUTTIEREZ:

What's the problem?

KAMEN:

She was running a little sluggish on the

way back. Think the turbines might be

playing up.

GUTTIEREZ:

Give me twenty minutes and I'll do it

myself.

KAMEN:

Appreciate that.

REVNA interrupts.

REVNA:

Where're the bodies?

HIROKO:

Bagged and in the back. They're not a

pretty sight.

ACKLAND is wheeled into a freight elevator. As KAMEN and HIROKO walk away

across the rain-swept platform, a SHIMMERING FROM detaches itself from the

rear of the chopper and lowers itself to the heli-jet pad.

PREDATOR-VISION. A newly-arrived PREDATOR scans the towers and modules of

the relay-station with great interest. An oscillating red line appears to

the LEFT of the SHOT as the PREDATOR analyses HIROKO's voice-pattern.

PREDATOR:

(O.S., distorted)

Not a pretty sight. Not a pretty sight...

He reaches down to his wrist computer and activates it.

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