Wendy drove the ugly van into sector 12, a large expanse of large with tall structures that looked like cabins that were made of metal and wood. There was one particular cabin, with a parking lot, that she headed towards. Dutch and Michael were sleeping, and by the time they would be awake the real Angela would be in tow. Wendy would no longer be involved with this whole affair. This was Angela's situation, her problem, and she needed to either fix it or go with it.
"Angel, I'm glad to see you." Wendy said.
"I too am glad to see you." Angela hissed.
"What's wrong?" Wendy asked. "Are you mad at me?"
"I'm mad at myself for having to replace you." Angela said. "I didn't want it to be this way."
"I know, I know." Wendy sighed. "So, I guess we'd better do this thing."
"Yes, and quickly." Angela said. "As soon as they see me stand, they'll know..."
"Just be careful." Wendy said. "Promise me."
"I promise." Angela sighed.
Michael was the first to notice that Angela didn't look the same. Her hair, which had been dark red, was now a lighter shade of red and her eyes were shinier. He also noticed that she had no scar wounds to her back, but there was one wound to her left eye. It went all the way from her eyebrow to the top of her cheek, and it was a light pink in colour. Dismissing those things from his mind, he went back to sleep.
"It's about time you woke up." Angela rasped.
"Afternoon Angel." Dutch yawned.
"What's for breakfast?" Michael asked.
"Eggs and ham." Angela hissed. "The ham is plentiful for all three of us."
"I'm more interested in the eggs." Dutch sighed. "My stomach hurts."
"Eggs for me too." Michael said. "Same reason."
"Suit yourself, more for me." Angela rasped.
Michael watched as Angela took a big chunk of ham from the plate, it dripped sauce onto the floor and as she gulped it down the sauce dripped down past her chin. Within five minutes, the entire plate of ham was down her thought. She was now holding a jug of water, and drinking that down in one minute she belched. Dutch and Michael's mouths stood agape, they know knew that this was not the same girl that they had had before. It became evident when she stood. Angela stood a good six feet, seven inches tall and had good muscle to her legs, back and shoulders.
"You aren't..." Dutch began.
"No, I'm not the girl you first saw." Angela rasped.
"Who are you?" Michael asked.
"I am the real thing baby." Angela hissed.
"You are the real Angela Irene?" Michael gasped.
"Prove it." Dutch exclaimed. "Prove that you are Angela."
"Gotta knife on ya?" Angela asked.
Michael watched as Dutch pulled his swiss army knife out and gave it to Angela. Angela had rolled her pant leg up, the smooth white skin bright in the sunlight. Taking the knife, she sliced her leg above the kneecap and green blood came oozing out. Micahel and Dutch knew then that this was indeed Angela Irene. The other girl, the inposter Angela, had bled red blood and this one was bleeding green blood. Dutch took his knife back, Angela had cleaned it by rubbing it against her pant leg.
"Any more questions?" Angela asked.
"No, well yes actually." Michael sighed.
"Where are we going?" Dutch asked.
"To the Yellowstone National Park." Angela rasped. "More cover and weapon useage."
"I've never been there." Michael sighed.
"Then you should be proud to be going there." Angela hissed. "Everyone onboard?"
"Everyone that needs to be." Dutch said.
"Lets go then." Michael exclaimed.
Angela drove the ugly van five miles, then it decided to break down on them. Cursing, Angela grabbed everything she could and wrapped them in canvas. Dutch and Michael carried three canvas sacks each, while Angela carried the rest. They traveled up into a nearby town where Angela hot wired a truck that looked somewhat new. It was a green Ford truck with a dark green blue tailgate and matching green and black dice. Dutch decided he wanted to stay in the back, Michael though wanted to sit in the front of the truck beside Angela.
"So, do you know about the injured brother?" Michael asked.
"Gareto'me, yes I heard." Angela hissed. "I been keeping tabs on his condition."
"Has he died?" Dutch asked.
"No, thank goodness no." Angela snarled. "He's back on father's ship."
"Oh great, now we need to worry about him." Dutch sighed.
"He's a great fighter, but I got to know some of his weaknesses." Angela hissed.
"Why do you keep hissing, growling and snarling when you speak to us?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, are you mad at us for something?" Dutch asked.
"It's the Yautja blood in me." Angela hissed. "My language is somewhat different than yours."
"How many brothers..." Michael started.
"I have a hundred and three brothers." Angela hissed.
"And how many..." Dutch started.
"I have fifty-nine sisters." Angela hissingly replied.
"Your father is sure a woman's man." Michael sighed.
"All from different consorts." Angela hissed. "Many have died during childbirth."
"He's interbreeds with his daughters right?" Dutch asked.
"Yes, when they become mature enough he does." Angela snarled. "No more questions."
Yolit'ger looked out the window of the control tower in his ship with a frown on his wisened face. His son, Gareto'me, had returned a few days ago with minimal support for his leg. Paeot'bi had welcomed his brother back with welcome arms, as did many of his sons. But his daughters were another story. Ant'egi and Faunt'ja had welcomed Gareto'me back with loving hugs of support, while his oldest daughter Rail'iagita had tried to injure him farther. His youngest daughter, Loa'moti, had jumped up into Gareto'me's arms happily.
"Paeot'bi, what have you on that screen over there?" Yolit'ger asked.
Paeot'bi was sitting in a swivel chair alongside his father looking into a long chute. Right now the chute's image was clear, no winds or bad weather to stop them. There was a smaller map to the side of the image and he looked at that next. A red dot was moving slowly towards the huge state known as Washington. He inlarged the image, then pushing himself back he stretched. He was cramped in a small space, and his big body was beginning to grow even bigger.
"They are moving towards Washington state." Paeot'bi sighed.
"Yellowstone, probably going towards Yellowstone." Yolit'ger said.
"What's Yellowstone father?" Mal'ikob'ico asked.
"A large piece of land were all types of animals roam, full of trees and mountains to the west and north." Yolit'ger said.
"She thinks she's going to trap us in." Paeot'bi said.
"But she won't, there are places in Yellowstone that are big enough to land this ship in." Yolit'ger said.
Mal'ikob'ico, one of Yolit'ger's oldest sons, was a tall guy with blondish red dreadlocks and glossy black eyes. He had a lot of muscle on his arms, legs, chest, back and shoulders while his waist and stomach area was smooth and slender. He had copper coloured scaly skin, darker in some places and lighter in others. His forhead was very colourful; black, red and different shades of violet cross crossed every where.
"Are we there yet?" Michael asked.
"No, not yet." Angela snarled.
"Can we stop?" Dutch asked. "I think me and Michael need a bathroom visit."
"Alright, but make it quick." Angela snapped.
Stopping the truck, Michael and Dutch jumped out and raced towards the two bushes on the side of the road. While they were urinating, they heard weird chirups and clicking noises to their right. When they walked back to the truck, the chiruping was replaced with a hiss. Michael jumped, they were far away from Yellowstone, and there were no bears or any other animal known to science to make chiruping, clicking and hissing noises at once.
"How far are we from Yellowstone?" Michael asked.
"Twenty-seven miles, why?" Angela hissingly asked.
"I think we'd better go." Dutch said. "We heard chiruping, clicking and hissing noises."
"Bunch of babies." Angela thought.
Dutch, who was sitting in the back of the truck, saw the creature first. It was one of Angela's brothers and he was racing out towards them. He banged his hands against the back of the window and Angela started off. Dutch watched as the Yautja kept up, the creature didn't fall back nor gain ground on them. Michael was looking through the rear view mirror, and he saw the creature as clear as day. Luckily for him, Angela's rear view mirror was missing and she couldn't see him.
"Think you can pound on the window anymore Dutch?" Angela snarled.
"Well it got you going didn't it?" Dutch snarled back.
"Must go faster." Michael said.
"What's our hurry?" Angela hissed.
"Oh nothing really." Dutch said. "It's just one of your brothers is following us."
"WHAT!" Angela roared.
Pulling the truck to the curve, Angela jumped out and turning slowly she saw her brother clearly. She had bumped her head while getting out and it hurt, her ankle, she was sure, was broken and she knew that her brother sensed these things. She didn't know who he was, but she did know that he was a threat. He was atleast eight feet tall and was walking towards her quickly. Michael's screams drove her back into the parked truck and she drove off. There was a bump, and Dutch yelled. Michael had seen Angela's brother's hand smack down on the bumper, it was now lying in the middle of the road and her brother was walking away.
"That was close." Dutch gasped.
"What is your problem?" Michael exclaimed. "You could have been caught."
"I was curious, I wanted to see who he was." Angela hissed.
"Well, do you know?" Dutch asked.
"I have never seen him before." Angela growled.
Hec'itos'lobo walked back to the ship, grinning from mandible to mandible, he had finally seen his younger sister and he was surprised at what he had witnessed. Ang'liton had acted dominating and determined, just like Yolit'ger, yet when she had heard the man's screaming she had retreated. Walking into the control tower, he grabbed his fathers shoulder and shook it. Yolit'ger did the same.
"Well, did you see her?" Yolit'ger asked.
"Yes, more than what I thought." Hec'itos'lobo sighed. "Much more."
"Did you manage to injure the vehicle she was driving?" Paeot'bi asked.
"All I was able to do was slap the bumper off." Hec'itos'lobo sighed. "I failed."
"You didn't fail, the bumper will give us a chance to catch up." Yolit'ger sighed. "Paeot'bi."
"Yes father." Paeot'bi said.
"Follow closely to their heels." Yolit'ger said. "I need some sleep."
"I will obey father." Paeot'bi saluted.
