The night air was still, cool and mostly clam, that was expect for the Blackhawk helicopters that circled around a large building, like angry hornets shining spot lights along the ground. The pilots' headphones were abuzz with heavy radio traffic.

"Alpha team has reached checkpoint one and is receiving heavy contact!"

"Bravo team pinned down in corridor echo 12. Sir we need back up now!"

"Foxtrot team is inbound now just hang on son."

"This is Eagle five perimeter clear."

"This is Eagle three Charlie team deployed and moving to breach point."

"Charlie team has reached incretion point and preparing to breach." The six Green Berets that made up Charlie team stood on the right side of a thick metal door. A specialist with turbo written in black marker on the back of his helmet taped two IV bags around a coil of det cord. He then placed them where the door's hinges would be. He made up three more and placed them on the other two hinges and lock linking them all with a long piece of det cord.

"We're set boss," Turbo said moving away from the door.

"This is Charlie team we are breaching," A sergeant said into his radio. "Do it." Turbo hit the detonator setting off the det cord. When it did it forced the water into a razor's edge that could cut through steel with ease. When the smoke cleared the door was on the floor a smooth hole that the water had cut was all that was left in the wall. Turbo who was in front shouldered his SCAR complete with CCO, silencer, grip, flashlight and IR laser. He flipped down his goggles that were clipped to the front of his helmet that could switch between thermal and night vision. He chose the thermal setting and rushed in with the SCAR pressed into his shoulder. The other five were right behind him with SCARs set up like his also with their goggles pressed to their eyes.

"Clear!" Turbo shouted.

"This is Charlie team we have made it inside the compound," The sergeant said into the mike that was strapped to his helmet and inches from his mouth. "We are moving to rally with Delta team now." The other five Green Berets heard him because he was right there and the through their headphones pressed over their right ears. The six moved into the hallway and speared out three on one side three on the other.

"Watch the ceiling and walls that were they'll be," No sooner had the words left Turbo's then a xenomorph drop from the ceiling and charged the team. Turbo and Batman were up front and were not surprised by this creature nor did they hesitate as they opened fire. The rounds hit the creator and ripped it apart splashing the walls and floor with green acid blood. The six carefully stepped over its body as they moved deeper into the facility. They scanned with their thermal goggles keeping their eyes peeled for more xenomorphs that they were sure were around. They didn't know how such things could exist outside of movies but they weren't trained or paid to know. They were well trained to do one thing: kill any and all threats. They were well aware of these monsters and knew what to expect from them as more jumped at them. All the Green Berets inside the facility knew exactly what they were getting themselves into having been briefed all about xenomorphs.

However a click away from the compound where two privates that were completely unaware of the formidable threat lurking in the corridors of the facility. These privates were not harden Green Berets they weren't even infantry. One was a TMDE repair specialist, his job was to fix equipment others used to fix their equipment. Or as he like to put it a pog for pogs. The other's job was to fix radars. There job that night however, as explained to them, was to patrol the perimeter of the compound so the SF guys could complete a training exercise. They didn't have high speed weapons like the commandos just M16A2s with iron sights. They had live rounds for their weapons sure, but this wasn't their first training exercise where they got live rounds. The TMDE specialist had a M203 launcher attached to his rifle but not because he was a good shot with one. The truth be told he hadn't fired one since basic training over two years ago. His weapon number he was assigned just happen to have one attached making him a grenadier by default. They had not been deployed to the area by roping in from a helicopter but hopped down from the back of a truck after a hour and 45 minute ride.

They didn't have NVGs or even NODs what they did have was Vietnam era elbow flashlights with red lenses clipped to their FLCs. Nor did they each have built in coms like the commandos, but the radar repair had a hand held radio clipped to his vest, which couldn't pick up the Green Berets frequencies. Hell they didn't even have plates in their body armor making it only effective at stopping 9mm rounds. The TMDE specialist didn't have rounds for his M203 that could do any real damage, just three star burst shells for signaling and three flares for illumination. Both wore gas mask that they were told to have on at all times no matter what. The radar repair's filter was on the left side of the mask, like the majority of soldiers he was a right handed shooter. However the TMDE specialist's filter was on the right indicating he was a lefty shooter, even though he was right handed with everything else. The radar repair unclipped his radio(well the radio they let him borrow) and pressed it up to his mask and keyed it.

"This is Roamer 12 checking in at 0230 over," He said loud enough to be heard through his mask.

"This is Central," The voice crackled over the radio said. "Roger that Roamer 12. Central out." He clipped the radio back to his FLC and turned towards the TMDE specialist.

"Hey Z," He said. The TMDE specialist turned his head to look at him as they continued to walk next to the compound's outer fence.

"Yeah," Z said having accepted his nickname long ago since no one seemed to be able to pronounce his last name. The two had gone to the same AIT for training on their completely different jobs and found themselves stuck in the same platoon of the same maintenance unit.

"Why are we here?" The radar repair asked.

"Well Nearmyer my boy," Z said his voice muffled by the mask. "Because we are pog privates the lowest of the low on the totem pole. Someone who outranks the fuck out of us thought it was a good idea to grab us before we could finish dinner chow and have us walk around a fence for five goddamn hours. So some badass hardcore high speed hooah, hooah SF guys can complete a training exercise."

"Oh," Nearmyer said. "I thought you might have volunteered us for this."

"Why the hell would I do that?" Z demanded.

"Because you are a pog and this is the closest thing to combat you will probably ever see," Nearmyer explained.

"You forget one thing buddy," Z explained. "I am a private that is now qualified to drive a Humvee and a sharpshooter with the M2 50 cal. So I will not be doing my job overseas. I will be stuck in a tower or ECP. Granted they won't pick me for missions unless they need an extra diver or gunner for a convoy from a FOB to a COP." Nearmyer chuckled but Z was unable to hear in through his mask. The real reason they were there and didn't know it was to ensure no xenomorphs escaped. The commandos were the ones that were counted on to do the majority of the fighting. Around the inner fence was regular infantry units that we told to be on the lookout hostile and ravenous 'animals'. Then on the outer fence was anyone else command could scrap up and spread out around the perimeter and told it was a training excurse.

"What do you think zombies or mutants?" Nearmyer asked suddenly as they walked.

"What?" Z demanded.

"This place is called Biotech," Nearmyer explained. "I saw the sighs as we approached. Haven't you seen movies nothing good comes from companies called Biotech, Ingin, Biogin or similar shit."

"You're full of it," Z said with the shake of his head. "If they really were making some kind of unholy abominations they wouldn't be using pogs they would be using-"

"Some badass hardcore high speed hooah, hooah SF guys and telling the pogs watching the perimeter that it was just a training excurse?" Nearmyer finished for Z. "Just some food for thought." Z just stared at Nearmyer opened his mouth to say something and then clamped it shut and fell silent as they completed yet another loop around the fence. If they would have been infantry they would have been told to change up their patrol route so an enemy couldn't memorize it. However they were never briefed on this and as far as they knew this really was a training excurse. So they walked the same path at the same speed having actually worn a path into the soft grass, unaware that something had memorized their route and that something was laying a trap for them.

"This company just makes hybrid corn seeds man," Z tried.

"And Umbrella just made pharmaceuticals," Nearmyer shot right back.

"That was a fucking movie," Z countered. Nearmyer just shrugged and the two fell silent again as they continued their patrol. They stayed quiet until Nearmyer took a step with his left foot and instead of it stopping on top of the grass it went through the grass. He gave a yell of surprise as his foot went through followed by his leg and then his body as he pitched forward. Just before he fell all the way through Z looked over and saw his friend at half his normal height just before the ground swallowed him. Nearmyer fell through the grass and landing in one of the many maintenance tunnels that ran underneath the already massive compound. Z jumped back from the large hole that had suddenly opened up in the ground. He clicked his flashlight on and shone the red beam down the hole it landing on Nearmyer's back as he lay on the concrete floor the short distance below him.

"You alright!?" Z shouted down after him bending down to look in the hole.

"Just fucking dandy!" Nearmyer shouted back up a little pain in his voice.

"Stay there I'm going to get help!" Z called down to him.

"Take your time I think I'll just lay here for a moment or two," Nearmyer said. Z was about to turn around then to run and get help since Nearmyer was the one with the radio. When something hit him in the back right between the shoulder blades. It hit him and then bounce off using his back as a spring board. Z was thrown forward as he fell into the hole himself and landed hard next to Nearmyer.

"Sup buddy," Z said sheepishly as the two lay still as they slowly let the pain fade.

"Thanks for the help asshole," Nearmyer said slowly getting up into a kneeling position.

"It's not my fault," Z said still laying face first on the ground. "Something hit me."

"Riiiiiiiight," Nearmyer said getting to his feet and then pulling Z to his. As Nearmyer looked up at the hole Z walked over to where his flashlight lay and picked it up. He then walked over to where Nearmyer stood and shone his light up at the hole. They were in a concrete tunnel with pipes and conduits running along the sides and ceiling the only light coming from the moon light from the hole and Z's flashlight.

"What the hell?" Z asked as he looked up at the hole that was ten feet above their heads. The ceiling was eight inch thick concrete but a large hole had been cut through it but the dirt and grass was left untouched to conceal the hazard.

"If I didn't know any better I say something dissolved the concrete," Nearmyer said clicking on his own flashlight and pointed at the rough edges of the concrete around the hole.

"Think you could boost me up so I can climb out?" Z asked turning to Nearmyer.

"10 feet in full kit?" Nearmyer asked. "Fuck no."

"The radio?" Z asked looking back up at the hole. Nearmyer pulled what remained of the smashed radio from his FLC and held it up so Z could see it. "Fine I'll just do everything then...as usually." He then walked over to where his rifle, with the M203 attached to it, lay and picked it up. Walking back under the hole he slid open the M203 pulled a star burst round from his FLC and placed it inside the large tube and slammed it shut. Z then pointed it straight up the hole and fired it into the night sky the M203 making a solid thump. A second later a red ball of bright light appeared in the sky and half a second later it split to five smaller red balls before burning out, it only lasted for a second.

Z slide open the launcher again ejected the smoking shell and slipping in a flare shell this time. He fired this one into the sky as well and when this one popped it spawned an orange ball of light that was suspended by a small parachute to keep it aloft. The flare illuminated a large area centered on the hole the two had fallen down. Z then launched a second star burst to complement the flare.

"Somebody had to have seen that," Z said turning back to Nearmyer as the flare burned in the night sky.

"Yeah," Nearmyer agreed as the two stared up at the flare. They stood in silence as the flare burned, even when it burned out the two continued to stare up at the hole. When the sound of boots crunching on grass reached the two privates' ears, the quick succession of crunches told them the boots were running. Z loaded another star burst, he last one, and pointed the M203 up through the hole. He waited for five whole heart beats letting the boots get closer before he fired it up into the sky. A few seconds after it had burned out two faces covered by gas masks and heads protected by helmets appeared over the hole's edge as their hands shone red flashlight beams that landed on the two. Another pair of roamer pogs.

"You two alright down there!?" One of them called down.

"Yeah but we could use a little help!" Nearymer shouted back.

"How'd you two get down there?!" The other one asked.

"We'll tell you after you get us out of here!" Z shouted up.

"Alright hang on," The first rescuer said. "Don't get your panties in a bunch." He then plucked his radio from his FLC, held it up to his mask and was about to key it when something tackled him. Down in the hole all Nearymer saw was a black shape slam into one of their would be rescuers.

"What the fuck was that?!" Nearymer shouted up. The other roamer turned around raising his rifle to his shoulder.

"Holy shit!" He shouted as he fired a three round burst at something Z and Nearymer couldn't see from their angle. Another black shape hit the other roamer from behind causing him to fire a second burst into the dirt. Their screams of pain and anguish floated down to the two helpless privates in the hole.

"What's going on up there!?" Z demanded as the two raised their own rifles and pointed them up at the hole. The screams suddenly stopped and everything got very quiet very quickly making the two pogs very nervous as they stared up at the hole with shouldered rifles. Something dropped down through the hole and the two opened fire hitting it with several three round bursts as it fell. When it landed on the ground in front of them they both continued to shoot until their bolts locked back on empty magazines. They still pulled their triggers even as no rounds spat from the ends of their barrels. Nearymer was the first to snap out of it slapping Z on the shoulder.

"Hey man I think we got it," He said. Z slowly lowered his rifle smoke still coming from the end of the barrel.

"Yeah I think you're right," Z said as he pulled out his empty magazine and placed it in a empty pouch on his FLC. He pulled out a full one shoved it home and hit the bolt release snapping it forward. Nearymer followed Z's lead and reloaded himself. The two slowly advanced on the thing that had fallen through the hole having to pass under it to reach it. Z shone his flashlight's beam on it and gasped felling bile rise in his throat.

"My god," Nearymer gasped. It was the body of one of the roamers that had come to their aid. His uniform and body was shredded with a large hole punched through his mask and forehead. The two didn't notice that as they were too busy staring at all the bullet holes they had caused.

"Did we?" Z asked unsure how to say what they were both think.

"No," Nearmyer said quickly then became unsure. "No...no he was...no he was already dead." Z swallowed hard then just before he spoke again.

"Then what killed him?" Z asked as the two stared at the body. No sooner had he finished speaking did something else drop down through the hole and landed behind the pair. The two heard it land and wheeled around bring their rifles up.

"You are fucking kidding me!" Z shouted as the two stared at a xenomorph bathed in the red light from his flashlight. It was still half hidden in shadow but they knew what it was none the less. The xenomorph pulled it's lips back into a sneer showing its many sharp teeth as it hissed. The two shifted their aim to draw a bead on it and pull their triggers when it leapt at them. Their rounds hit the ground where the thing had been just a moment before as the xenomorph flew at them. However instead of pounce on them as they thought it would, it went between the two its front claws grabbing one shoulder of each and used them to shoot itself forward even more. A second later it was behind them on the ground and they turned just in time to see it scurrying around a corner.

"Was that?" Z asked.

"Yep," Nearmyer said.

"A fucking?" Z asked to double check.

"Yep," Nearmyer said again.

"Like from the fucking?" Z's final questions.

"Yep," Nearmyer said pulling back his charging handle and checked to ensure there was a round in the chamber. "Well lets go get it." He said starting forward after it.

"Are you fucking nuts?!" Z shouted. "Did you see that thing!?"

"Yeah that's why we have to go after it," Nearymer said strangely clam. "We have the advantage now but soon we won't. Oh and for the record I was fucking right."

"This is not the time for 'I fucking told you so's," Z said despite his better judgment fell behind Nearmyer. The two rounded the corner with shouldered rifles but the xenomorph had vanished. The two checked the ceiling and walls sweeping all the shadows with their weak flashlights. They still couldn't find it but what they did find was a open door that lead into some kind of mechanical room. Nearmyer was about to move into the room when Z placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Man that room is sending up all kinds of red flags," Z said. "It's dark and confined the perfect place for an ambush." This caused Nearymer to pause for he knew Z was right. It was dark and their weak flashlight could land right on the fucker and they wouldn't see it.

"You've still got two flares left don't you?" Nearymer asked Z.

"I do," Z said knowing where he was going with it. "They're not road flares though I don't know how well they'll work burning on the ground. I say we try to find a way up and outside." Nearymer stared at the dark room for a long while, as Z shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"Just humor me and shoot one in there," Nearymer said at last. Sighing Z loaded a flare into the M203, put the rifle butt against his hip and aimed it through the door.

"After I do this, then we find a way out right?" Z asked looking at Nearymer.

"Sure," Nearmyer said shoulder his rifle and taking aim at the door. Sighing Z pulled the trigger on the M203 it making a thump as a orange ball flew and landed in the middle of the room. It sat their for a second and then there was soft pop and the light got brighter and started to smoke light filling the room. Before Z could say anything Nearymer rushed into the room with a shouldered rifle and he had no choice but to rush in and back him up. However before he could make it through the doorway the door slammed shut hitting Z's helmet and knocking him to the ground. Inside the room that was bathed in orange light and fogging with smoke, Nearmyer whipped around as the door slammed shut. He looked up just in time to see a long slender tail knocked the rifle out of his hands, it chattered to the ground somewhere behind him. Now disarmed the xenomorph dropped from its perch near the door. Now bathed in the flickering orange light he could see it clearly.

"My god," Nearymer gasped unable to stop himself. "It's female." Nearymer was right it had womanly curves of a humanoid, slender frame, full breasts, the long head of a xenomorph, black to dark green skin and a long whip like tail. It stood up on its two hind legs and slowly started to circle Nearymer as it pulled its lips back into a sneer and hissed. Nearymer put his hands up and slowly turned to keep it, her in front of him as he slowly started to move back towards his rifle. He was a fool to think she didn't notice as she dropped to all fours and leapt through the air landing on top of his rifle. Nearymer just stared at her as she looked up and hissed at him keeping the rifle underneath her front claws.

"She's fucking toying with me," Nearymer whispered to himself his voice not making it past his mask. He knew the flare was going to burn out soon and then he would be fucking done. He knew fight was out since she had his rifle so it was flight then. He turned on his heel and bolted for the door he didn't even make it halfway as her tail wrapped around his right leg and pulled it out from underneath him. He landed hard on his stomach as she used her tail to flip him over on his back. She pounced on him pining his arms above his head with her front claws her face inches from his mask. Her lips were still pulled back in a sneer as she opened her mouth to reveal her signature second mouth. He had seen this many times in the movies soon she would drive that mouth through his forehead and kill him instantly. Instead she head butted him hard enough to cause him to see red stars even with his helmet and mask. Before he could even start to recover she hit him again while he was still dazed and this time he saw white stars just before he blacked out as the flare finally burned out.

Outside in the corridor Z had finally recovered from being hit in the face with a thick metal door and slowly got to his feet. He jogged, almost falling over, to the door and went for the door knob and tried it. It was locked and could only be opened from the inside or with a key he didn't have. Out of options he pounded on the door with his right fist.

"Nearmyer open the door man!" Z shouted wishing he could take his mask off. When he got no response he tried again. "Nearmyer man! You ok?!" Knowing that was a stupid fucking question he started to pound again. There was a soft thud as something gracefully landed behind him. Z stopped pounding as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He knew it was behind him, right behind him but he also knew if he turned around it would pounce. He heard a low growl and then a hiss and he felt whatever it was get closer. Since it hadn't already ripped his face off Z was starting to feel like it had an alternative motive. An idea suddenly struck him and it was both stupid and suicidal: surrender. Z slowly raised his arms into the air holding his rifle with his left hand only, the barrel pointed at the ceiling. A slender tail shot out and wrapped around the rifle and ripped it from his grasp. He heard it chatter on the ground somewhere behind him and knew it was all over for him as he kept his arms in the air. The tail returned and wrapped around his left wrist and he was roughly forced to turn around by it and Z got his first good look at his captor.

It was another female xenomorph it's appearance the same as the one that had knocked out Nearmyer and it had him by the wrist with her long tail. She slowly advanced on him still maintaining control of his wrist. She got so their faces were inches apart as she hissed. Her tail released his wrist and wrapped itself around his neck and brought the two even closer so her face was touching his mask. She raised a claw balled into a fist above her head and brought it down lightening fast on top of his helmet. Despite the protective piece of equipment Z still saw stars before he blacked out and slumped down only held up by her tail.