Aliens Page #4

- Damn it!

Wait!

It's OK. It's all right.

Don't be afraid.

See?

Wait! No, you don't!

It's OK! You're gonna be all right now!

Shh!

Easy! Easy!

It's gonna be OK. It's all right.

You're gonna be OK.

Shh, shh, shh!

Easy.

Easy.

- What's her name again?

- Rebecca.

Now think, Rebecca. Concentrate.

Just start at the beginning.

Where are your parents?

Look, Rebecca...

Gorman, give it a rest, why don't you?

Total brainlock.

Physically she's OK.

Borderline malnutrition, but no permanent damage.

Come on. We're wasting our time.

Try this.

It's a little hot chocolate.

There you go.

Whoop.

That good, huh?

Uh-oh.

I made a clean spot here.

Now I've done it!

Guess I'll have to do the whole thing.

Hard to believe there's

a little girl under all this.

And a pretty one, too.

You don't talk much, do you?

- Smoking or non-smoking?

- Just tell me what you're scanning for.

PDT's. Personal data transmitters.

Every colonist had one surgically implanted.

If they're within 20 clicks,

we'll read it out here.

So far, zippo.

I don't know how you managed to stay alive,

but you're one brave kid, Rebecca.

Newt.

- What did you say?

- Newt.

My name's Newt.

Nobody calls me Rebecca...

... Except my brother.

Newt.

I like that.

I'm Ripley.

It's nice to meet you.

And who is this? Hm?

Casey.

Hello, Casey.

What about your brother? What's his name?

Timmy.

Is Timmy around here, too?

Maybe hiding like you were?

Any sisters?

Mom and Dad?

Newt, look at me.

- Where are they?

- They're dead, all right? Can I go now?

I'm sorry, Newt.

Don't you think you'd be safer here with us?

These people are here to protect you.

They're soldiers.

It won't make any difference.

Need anything else?

Hello, Bishop. Do you need anything else?

No.

Nice pet you got there.

Magnificent, isn't it?

Yo! Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!

Found 'em.

They alive?

Unknown, but it looks like all of 'em,...

... Over at the processing station,...

... Sub-level three,...

... Under the main cooling towers.

It looks like a goddamn town meeting.

Let's saddle up, Apone.

Aye, sir.

Let's go, people.

They ain't payin' us by the hour.

Head 'em out!

OK, Frost, you're driving.

It's OK. Don't worry. It'll be OK.

I wanta straight Vdeployment.

Second team on leftflank.

Advance on axialsix-six-Four.

Tracker on-line.

Set the V-gain to fiilterR-Fambient.

Hudson, tracker on-line.

Left andright, little buddy.

40 metres in, bearing two-two-one,

there shouldbe a stairwell.

Check. Got it.

You wantsub-level three.

Let's go, people. Hudson,

you got the point. Hicks, watch our tails.

Nice and easy. Check those corners.

Check those corners.

Watch your spacing.

You heard the man. Don'tbunch up.

Your transmission's showing break-up.

Probablygetting

interference From the structure.

Use those lights.

Next one down,

and proceed on a two-one-six.

Roger, that's a two-one-six.

I'm not making that out too well.

What is it, Hudson?

You tellme, man. I only work here.

What is that?

I don't know.

Proceed inside.

Watch yourfiire

and checkyour targets.

Remember we're looking For civvies in here.

Easy.

Tighten it up, Frost.

We're getting a little thin.

Nice and easy.

Looks like some sort of secreted resin.

Yeah... But secreted from what?

Nobody touch nothing.

Busy little creatures, huh?

- Hot as hell in here.

- Yeah, man, but it's a dry heat.

Knock it off, Hudson.

- Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?

- Ten-millimetre explosive-tip caseless.

- Standard light armour-piercing round. Why?

- Look where your team is.

They're right under

the primary heat exchangers.

So?

So, ifthey fire their weapons in there,

won't they rupture the cooling system?

- Yeah. She's absolutely right.

- So what?

This whole station is basically

a big fusion reactor.

Right?

So she's talking about a thermonuclear

explosion and "Adis, muchachos".

Oh, great. Wonderful.

Sh*t!

Look.

Uh... Apone.

Look.

We can't have any firing in there. I want

you to collect magazines from everybody.

- Is he f***in' crazy?

- What do we use? Harsh language?

- Flame units only.

- Sir, I...

Just do it, Sergeant. Andno grenades.

All right, sweethearts. You heard the man.

Let's have 'em.

Come on, Vasquez. Clear and lock.

Damn!

You, too. Give it up, Ski.

Crowe, I want it now. Give it up.

Right on, Vas.

Let's go, Marine. Give it up.

Frost, you got the duty. Open that bag.

- Thanks a lot, Sarge.

- Hicks, cover our ass.

Head 'em out, people.

I like to keep this handy,

for close encounters.

I heard that.

Anymovement?

Nothing. Zip.

Holy sh*t!

Newt, go sit up front.

Go on!

Now!

Steady, people.

Let's fiinish oursweep.

We're still Marines, and we gotajob to do.

Keep itmoving.

Easy.

- Top!

- What?

We got a live one!

- You're gonna be all right.

- Please... Kill me.

Stay calm. We'llgetyou out.

It's gonna be all right.

- We've got to gether out!

- Whatis it, Dietrich?

Convulsion!

Ohh!

Dietrich, getback! Getback!

Aagh!

Aagh!

No!

Frost, flamethrower!

Get back! Flamethrower! Move!

Movement!

What's the position?

I can't lock in!

Talk to me, Hudson!

Multiple signals!

They're closing!

Go to infrared, people.

Look sharp!

What's happening, Apone?

We can't see anything in here.

Pull your team out, Gorman.

I got readings in front and behind!

Where, man?

I don'tsee sh*t.

He's right. There's nothing back here.

Something's moving and it ain't us!

Sh*t!

Tracker's off-scale, man.

They're allaround us, man! Jesus!

Maybe they don't show up on infrared at all.

Aagh!

Aagh!

Frost!

Aagh!

Come on!

Aagh!

Jesus Christ, Apone! What is going on!

Wierzbowskiand Crowe are down!

Dietrich! Crowe! Sound off!

Frost!

Frost!

Wierzbowski!

Wierzbowski!

Let's rock!

Yeah!

Who's firing? Goddamn it!

I ordered a "hold fire".

They're coming out of

the goddamn walls in swarms!

Uh, Apone, I want you to lay down

a suppressing fire with...

Vasquez! Drake! Hold your fire!

Are you copying me?

Lay down a suppressing fiire...

... with the incinerators,

and fall back by squads.

Say again? All after incinerators.

Lay down a suppressing fire

with the incinerators, and fall back...

Aagh!

Sarge!

Apone,...

... Talk to me.

Apone?

- Talk to me!

- He's gone!

Get them out ofthere! Now!

- Shut up!

- Hicks, whoever's left, get the hell...

- Shut up!

- Goddamn it!

Where's Apone? Where's Apone?

The Sarge is gone!

Let's get the F*** out oFhere!

Let's go, Marines!

Hudson?

Vasquez?

- Hudson, look out!

- Getit!

Hudson!

- Hicks! Hicks!

- It's too much! Fallback!

I told them to fall back.

- I told them to fall back.

- They're cut off!

Do something!

F***!

Keep movin'!

Hold on, Newt.

Ripley, what the hell are you doing!

Turn around!

That's an order!

- Get off me!

- Goddamn it, that's an order!

You had your chance, Gorman.

Come on!

Come on, Drake!

Let's move it!

Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

It's blocked, man!

We got to go around!

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