I have been asked why Jack would kill people, why he would be on this hunt. I reason that he is more like Javic ... his true self now that he no longer has to try so hard to be a good man. He is the man he would have been in his time at the agency. Hard, almost cruel to get the job done and in his eyes none of these people are innocents, not with a Weyland insignia on their clothing. We have no idea what his history books told him of this tie he is entering now, the havoc these creatures cause on many planets ...maybe we need also remember he comes from a family who had little in their small sandy world and maybe they knew of a hunt themselves? He definately knew the Predatirs on sight when he first got Ianto back. Ianto is one too ... assimilate or get left behind?
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Jethro and Max are standing over the sarcophagus staring at the futuristic guns. They're a little freaked. Gordon glances over at them "Any idea what those are?"
"Nope. You?"
"No."
"Good thing we brought in the experts." Max says sarcastically but Gordon bristles at the accusation.
"Hey. We just found the equivalent of a DVD player in Moses' living room. Why don't you give us a second to figure it out?" Gordon snarls.
"Well to me, it looks like sophisticated weaponry" Ianto whispers as he glances at Maddy for confirmation, clearly these are Predator toys. Right?
Gordon steps up and starts a basic spectral analysis of the metal, careful not to disturb the guns. His hand-held computer starts processing the information. "There are two chemicals here. Tilanium and Cadmium 240."
"Never heard of them." Jethro admits.
"They're found in meteorites." Ianto sighs as he leans back to 'listen' to Maddy's unspoken communicative hand signals.
"Meteorites?" Jethro gapes "Whatever these are, they weren't made here."
"When you say here, you mean...?"
"Earth." Ianto says flatly, "These are not for you earthlings."
Verheiden looks concerned. In fact everyone does - except Ianto. His eyes are focused on Maddy who is telling him what is happening here, the purpose of this underground lair. He tries not to panic as he realizes why she is following so closely. Ianto turns to the group "We've been out long enough for today. We're going to set up base camp tonight up at the whaling station and we'll get back at it first thing tomorrow morning."
"You can go back to base camp Mr. Jones. We're going to stay here." Max dismisses him with a wave of his hand and Ianto stifles a grin.
They still have no idea do they?
"You wanted to leave without proper prep and we did. You wanted to be the first here, we are. You've claimed the find. It's yours. Now we move as a team and we're done for today." Ianto says with a calm firmness "You have no idea what you have stepped in and you need me. By the Gods on High …. you need me here! You need to get the hell out of here, get topside and reassess!"
Everyone looks at Weyland to overrule him.
"You heard him." Weyland nods, both alarmed and excited to see the young man who until now has been dower and silent suddenly showing his colours. He knew what he was … well … knew he was Torchwood. Was not stupid enough to dismiss the only one here who might get him what he wants.
Or kill him.
The team starts out.
"What should we do about the guns, Mr. Weyland?" Max asks.
"Take them. We can run further tests on the surface." Gordon snaps as Ianto swung back.
"No...don't touch them!"
Too late. Connors reaches into the Sarcophagus and grabs the first two guns. Max reaches in and grabs the final gun but when the weight of Max's gun is removed from its place inside the chamber, a hidden trigger underneath it is activated with a deafening: CLICK! The click echoes around the chamber.
Everyone shares concerned looks as Ianto face palms.
For a moment nothing, then it happens. The walls of the chamber begin to move. Sealing up the old entrances, and revealing brand new passageways into and out of the chamber.
"Watch out! The doors!" Jethro yells with horror "Look out!"
Weyland is standing before what used to be a solid wall only now it is open to a long dark corridor. Ianto is standing there with a look of annoyance as he watches Maddy move towards it, motioning that it is the best route now.
"Jethro. That happens in all pyramids, right?" Gordon asks.
"No" he says drolly.
A large block of stone quickly starts to slide down and seals the entrance before anyone can get out.
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The Predators have reached the Pyramid. One of the Predators checks his wrist computer, Jack copies with his VM. The nature of the homing signal has changed. The electronic pulse has become more frantic and insistent. They exchange concerned looks. This clearly was not part of the plan. And the Predator's take off running, sprinting into the Pyramid.
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James, Rousseau, and four other scientists struggle with the stone blocking the entrance. Their attempts are in vain. They are trapped in the room, the rest of the team now cut off from them.
"Slab's gotta weigh two tons. We'll never move it." James' eyes have found something. "What is that?"
At the bottom of the sacrificial slabs, beneath the mummified bodies, an alien egg has suddenly appeared. It sits snugly in the bowl shaped indentation which Ianto had observed earlier. The stone slabs themselves are silently splitting apart, allowing the Alien Eggs to rise up into the indentations from within.
"There. Another." one of the team points "One more."
Now all seven sacrificial slabs have an Egg on them. There is a long silence. The first Egg begins to open.
One by one the other eggs begin to open. Rousseau pulls out a COLT.45, keeping it at her side. "What did you say this room was called?"
James gives a scared whmiper "The Sacrificial Chamber."
Rousseau brings up her handgun but it's too late. The Face Hugger is already airborne. The other six launch themselves simultaneously.
It's awesome to behold.
One of the Face Huggers is leaping directly at its intended victim. It's Rousseau. Terror frozen on her face. Then return to real time: In a split second, the Face Hugger completes its flight. Slamming into Rousseau's face, smothering her mouth, muffling her screams.
Their SCREAMS ECHO through the stone grate in the floor...
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A FRANTIC TORTURED SCREAM and SEVERAL PISTOL SHOTS are heard through the stone grate directly above them...as Ianto prepares to lead the team down the long dark corridor. A burst of bright light fill the room from above as it slices through the slats of the grates like lasers.
"Ianto! What's going on!" Gordon cries with fear.
Ianto swing to Max "Get hold of Rousseau and James"
Max grabs the walkie-talkie. "Rousseau? Come in, Rousseau."
Gordon barks into his walkie-talkie "James? Tommy. Come in! Tommy. Come in. James can you hear me?"
Jethro looks at Ianto. He shakes his head. So does Max.
"Nothing." Max frowns.
Fear starts to spread around the chamber.
Weyland is watching Ianto intently, and steps closer "Is there anything you didn't tell me about this place?"
"Well, whatever it is, we're not prepared for it. We're going to round up the rest of the team and get to the surface. Let's move." Ianto stares down the long dark corridor behind Weyland.
Maddy is shaking her head.
Too late little bug.
It's begun.
