Hannah once again found herself rudely awaken, but this time with the sensation of cold rather than pain. She lifted her head out of the snow and looked immediately over to Jar-hidda, who turned away from her and began unwinding the sled and grabbing the generator. She had apparently passed out again. Alexa was by her, helping her up as Jar-hidda de-cloaked his ship, surprising the Miller brothers, and then carried all he could into it for the first trip. Hannah brushed off the snow, but did take some to clean the wound on her chest, stripping off the windbreaker just to her shoulders.

"Can you get my back?" she asked Alexa somberly, and the woman complied. The wire mesh did well to melt the snow to water and wash away the blood from her skin.

Once Alexa's hand moved away, Hannah put back on and did up the windbreaker, moving to her usual spot, stamping it down, and sitting down with her gun, facing the tree line. Alexa joined her immediately, and the two men took up each side, spread out enough to get good angles on the trees.

Jar-hidda came out for just one other trip, grabbing the sled and hauling the whole thing back into the ship, giving Hannah a glance as he paused for a split second. She glanced back at him, wondering what he was thinking, but before the thought was even finished he was back to his ship. Then the banging started. It perforated the air, but Hannah was used to it, and the swearing that inevitably followed. Hannah just stared at the trees.

The sun had visibly moved before she came out of her daze, looking over at Alexa who was sitting about ten feet away.

"What made you come back?" she asked, and the darker skinned woman looked over at her, then shifted.

"When the storm hit, we took shelter at the nearest inn we could find. The next morning, just as we were leaving, we saw three black trucks, evenly spaced apart, driving in the direction we came from. None of them had license plates."

Alexa's eyes leveled on Hannah's and she swallowed. If she hadn't made that call. If she had just shown up to the house, surely Ellen would have still let her stay, and they would all still be alive.

"How long before you think Weyland will make it up here?" asked Scott and Hannah looked at him.

"I expected them to be here by now," she answered honestly. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

Hannah looked to Alexa again, "Weyland was hunting you, shouldn't you be used to them being right on your tail?"

Alexa jaw shifted and she stared back at the tree-line, "I probably would have lost them sooner, except that I was also looking for them."

"You were looking for them?"

"The predators," Alexa glanced over her shoulder then looked back at Hannah, who's eyebrow raised.

"They're called predators?" made a lot of sense but who the hell gave them that name?

"They've been here, before, a long time ago, and often. It used to be once every hundred years, but it seems that now they just come and go as they please, sometimes with long breaks in between and sometimes twice within a decade," Alexa cleared her throat, "they're probably better documented than some people like; probably better than they would like. They come down, hunt us, then leave. Most of the time."

"Other times?" Hannah said tersely. Unhappily reminded that she was, once again, working to help out a killer.

"The ones I met weren't here for humans, but for some kind of initiation rite, hunting the black serpents I told you about. Other times, we kill them. It's what makes us… 'worth while.'"

Hannah's jaw tightened and her eyes became hard.

"Thing is, I've met the people who are trying to hunt them down for different reasons; Yutani and OWLF, they want their technology and their biology. Another group of people just wants them gone. Weyland though… Weyland was never involved in tracking down the hunters, not until now."

Hannah blinked as the woman seemed to get lost in thought, then looked back to the tree line again.

"You remember that incident in Colorado, just after… just after the expedition?" Hannah looked over at the woman again, but this comment also got the attention of Scott and Jacob.

"The one where they said it was an accident, theorizing that the plant that was there just blew up and wiped out the whole area?" Hannah's tone showed that she hadn't entirely believed the news report.

Alexa nodded, "it was a cover-up. The government's been doing it for years. That's why no one knows about them, the predators. Either the predators blow themselves up, or someone else does it for them. Only thing is, when a predator does it, it's much worse."

"A bomb of that magnitude in the hands of the military…," Jacob stopped, horrified at the implication.

Hannah blinked, "why do the predators blow themselves up?"

"Probably so that them and theirs don't fall into the hands of people like Weyland," Scott answered for Alexa. Hannah looked from the man to Alexa, who just shook her head, smiling apologetically.

"That's probably it. Jar-hidda said that someone had taken something from a friend of his, and he was here to get it back, but then got shot down. I figured it was Weyland."

"How long has he been here?" asked Scott.

"Here? A couple months. Before I found him? I don't know."

"Found him?"

Hannah took a breath, "he crashed here, was severely wounded, Weyland had me take them up and they shot him up more, he went into a coma, and I took him to my home and took care of him—."

"That's when you saw his penis?"

"Scott!" reprimanded his brother and the two chuckled, which was contagious. Hannah smiled and shook her head.

"It's been… one hell of a ride."

Alexa smiled and chuckled along with them, but her smile faded, "it's almost over," she insisted with a nod to Hannah. It made Hannah feel, a little better, but she knew it wasn't true. After this, she'd have to leave, she'd have to move, to run. Weyland would want her head on a plate. They would want her head on a plate after making sure she was flayed alive. It wouldn't be over until she was dead. Maybe she could travel around with Alexa and the Miller brothers, but she knew it would probably be more likely safer to split up.

"Movement!" reported Scott in a panic and all guns went up. Hannah's eyes searched frantically for what he had seen, and her eyes, and gunpoint, fell on a single man in a nice suit. He had his hands up, unarmed. He was alone, and Hannah closed her left eye, and put a bead right in the center of his forehead.

"Stop right there Smith!" she screamed. The banging behind her stopped.

Smith stopped on command and Hannah set her jaw, debating pulling the trigger right then and there. She felt her heart race and she held her breath. The shot would have been perfect.

"You're making a mistake Hannah," called Smith from where he was.

"Where's Weyland?"

Smith didn't answer, slowly lowering his arms, Hannah felt the bite of the trigger against her finger, and the bite of her teeth against her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry, Hannah," Smith said, his voice echoing. Hannah's left eye opened again, getting an odd sort of double vision with the man very near and so very far, "I wanted to prevent loss of life. I didn't realize that… that the pursuit of that would cost so many."

"What did you think was going to happen?" Hannah growled bitterly.

"I… didn't think."

Suddenly, a flash of red went through Hannah's scope, and three red dots settled on Smith's chest, the man looking down and putting his hand beneath the lights. Hannah looked up and behind her, where Jar-hidda stood. She honestly didn't care if he blew a hole in the man's chest, his gun swiveling on his shoulder, taking aim. Then, for some reason, he deactivated the light on his mask, and the gun swiveled back down into the inactive position.

"What the hell?" she said loud enough to be heard by the alien and he growled.

"…Fake human."

Hannah's brow furrowed, and she turned around and put her eye to the scope again, noticing that Smith had taken a few steps forward.

"I said don't move Smith!"

"My god," she could hear him say barely, watching his lips move in the scope, "is that it?" he called, and then quietly again added, "it looks so human."

"Where's Weyland!?"

Smith's eyes moved from the large alien behind her, back to the end of her gun. She saw him swallow, "not here, Hannah, but, not far away, I assure you. He's coming for you Hannah, I'm here to help—."

Thunder cracked from somewhere to her left as Smith took another step forward, hands up, imploring. She saw Smith stumble backwards and she whipped a scathing look over at Scott.

His jaw worked the air as a horrified look beset his eyes, "I-I-I—I didn't mean to," he gasped, shaking his head in shock. Obviously, he had never killed anyone before. It should have been more horrifying to Hannah that she felt nothing about the death of Smith.

"You told him not to move," Scott tried to justify, staring at Hannah.

"He's not going down," Jacob said and Hannah's eyes turned back to where Smith was still standing, far too casually for someone who had just been shot, a hand pressed to his chest, looking at the hole. Hannah put her eye to the scope and looked the man over. There was a wound alright, it wasn't like he was wearing armor, but instead of blood, a milky-white fluid was flowing over his hand.

"He's an android," Alexa said, also looking through her scope, "he's a god-damned David."

Fake human.

"What the fucking hell!?" Hannah's voice screamed, "I thought droids had to preserve human life!"

Smith slowly lowered his hand from his 'bleeding' wound and looked back up at Hannah with a plaintive look. She didn't buy it.

"Mr. Weyland rescinded the three laws in my programming to better complete the mission he gave to me."

"Which was?"

"Retrieve the alien and his technology at all costs."

Hannah growled, "he's just going to take the technology, and use it to kill people, lots of people."

Smith shook his head, "no, not just their weapons, Hannah, but their capability for space travel, their masks that can make any air breathable for them, and also their medicine. It's been well documented just how advanced their medicine is, able to save a life from the brink of death, to make a major wound like it was nothing."

Hannah knew this was true, she had been on the receiving end of that medicine.

"But the alien itself was to be a present to Yutani."

Hannah blinked, "what?"

"The alien… was the one responsible for the complete destruction of Yutani Corporation's main branch in Japan. They want… well… they want revenge. It was agreed that if Weyland Corporation could return the alien to them, they would be willing to open negotiations for a merger. 'Weyland-Yutani, building better worlds.'"

Smith sounded disheartened as he said the last. He really seemed genuinely upset by everything. But he was an android. There was nothing real about him. This whole thing could be a programmed script to keep them busy and distracted

"One last time, Smith. Where's. Weyland?"

Smith's shoulder's sagged in defeat, and he looked sorrowful, "I don't know, Hannah, when he removed the laws, and I realize that what he was doing was… wrong. I left him, before he could program me to do something I didn't want to. I'm only a David II, there's only so much that I'm capable of, I don't think he expected me to twist his orders in the way I have. He is coming though, Hannah," Smith said, as he turned to go back into the forest, "and he won't be taking the road."

Hannah seriously thought about pulling the trigger on the receding black suit of the android. But she never did. When he was gone, she lifted the gun and looked out across the trees. This entire time she thought that it was Weyland who had wronged Jar-hidda, who had stolen his friend's belonging. But Jar-hidda was just a means to an end, to get Weyland's second-largest competitor but largest pain in the ass out of the way, and Yutani would have Jar-hidda for purposes of revenge. Jar-hidda would die, possibly slowly and painfully.

A sick feeling twisted her gut as she looked at where the trees met the sky and she whipped around, storming over to the alien who looked down at her and cocked his head.

"Go, Jar-hidda, go finish!"

The alien looked at her pointing finger then back at her. She ground her teeth and pushed as hard as she could against his side to turn him towards his ship. He moved his arm away from her as she demanded more forcefully, "go finish it Jar-hidda, get out of here!"

Jar-hidda rattled, then grunted, looking at her then at his ship. He gave one last glance to her before turning his back to her and returning to his ship. She whipped around and went back to her spot.

"Eyes on the skies," she commanded to the three people there, "and Scott, keep your finger off the trigger unless you know for sure you're going to making a shot."

Hannah did a quick check on her gun and then sat herself in the snow and kept an attentive eye on the horizon.

"What is it?" asked Alexa and Hannah growled.

"Every multi-billionaire in the world owns at least one personal helicopter."