Prompt: Samuel L. Jackson and Aliens.
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"Just find someplace to lock him up until..." Ripley stopped as the lights went out, "They cut the power."
Hudson paced, "What do you mean they cut the power? How could they cut the power, man? They're animals!"
Ripley fought to keep her composure, "Hudson! Quiet!"
Ripley pointed a finger to Jackson and Hudson, "Let's get some trackers going."
A steady beep filled the silence of the room.
"There's movement all over the place! And it ain't us! Look!", Hudson frantically shoved the tracker in Jackson's face.
"Seventeen meters."
Ripley glanced around the room, "They must have found another way in, something we missed..."
"12 meters. We didn't miss anything!"
Ripley grabbed the tracker from Jackson, "Something not in the plans! I don't know!"
"9 meters. 8 meters."
"Can't be, that's inside the room!"
"It's reading right, look! 6 meters, 5 meters, what the fuck, man!"
Jackson gave a look to Ripley, both suddenly realizing what had happened.
He grabbed a file cabinet and climbed atop. He reached forward to shine his light.
"ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I'VE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKING ALIENS IN THESE MOTHERFUCKING VENTS!"
Author's Note ~~~~~~
This idea suddenly occurred to me as I was rewatching Aliens. Them silly aliens! Always in the vents. Any ideas for a new prompt?