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Chapter 2

Kenzie swiveled around to see the now dead and in pieces, Glass Mouth. She turned looking in the direction the blue light had come from. She grabbed the flashlight Colby had, shining it over the ledges. Upon her inspection she thought she saw something shimmering. Going back she found nothing, but Kenzie knew something was there. She stared unblinking for a moment at the spot.

"What was that?" Colby's question drew his sister's attention.

"I don't know and we shouldn't stick around to find out." Kenzie told him.

"Finish reloading your weapons and let's move on." Daniel stated.

Kenzie rolled her eyes. That wasn't what she had in mind. She was thinking more along the lines of getting the hell out of here. She agreed with Colby. They should just blow the damn place up. Artifacts or not. In Kenzie's mind, there was a new player in this game. A player, she decided was something rather than someone. Someone wouldn't still be lurking in the dark. They would have shown themselves. Even though it had killed the Glass Mouth, Kenzie didn't consider it a friend. Sometimes the enemy of your enemy was your enemy as well, and Kenzie preferred not to play ring-o-round the death bush with it.

"Earth to Kenzie."

Her brother's words snapped her out of her unpleasant reverie. Kenzie turned and looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Let's go. Time to move."

Kenzie slid her cleaned machete back in the sheath before securing her weaponry belt around her waist. She allowed her m16 assault riffle to hang from her shoulder. She double checked her belt. Making sure it was tight enough to stay in place, yet loose enough to allow her the ability to run. Something she'd found herself doing quite often down here.

Bringing up the rear Kenzie kept her eyes open. She was even more cautious and vigilant. She had two enemies to watch out for now. The problem with the second? She didn't have a clue what it looked like, and that was unsettling. Kenzie didn't like being unnerved. She did know, however, that the first thing she came upon that didn't look like her, she'd grace it with the gift of two bullets between the eyes.

"Do you smell that?" her grandfather asked as they entered a small pentagonal shaped room.

Kenzie cocked her head to the side, staring at the old man's back. How could she not smell it? A combination of months of unwashed asses and steaming dog shit. Definitely not a fragrance to appreciate and take deep breaths of as her grandfather seemed to be doing.

"It smells like sulfur." Kenzie voiced instead of her original thought.

"That's putting it nicely." Colby spoke. "It smells like decrepit, decomposed ass."

Kenzie stifled a laugh as her grandfather threw Colby a look. Any other time she would have scold him for his language, but considering she'd been thinking the same thing, and he was almost eighteen, she let it go. She couldn't tell him what to do forever. Well, that was a lie. She could.

"We must be getting closer. She's exerting a powerful scent."

"That or we're about to walk into a nest of those things." Kenzie replied while pulling a bandana over her nose.

"Just keep your eyes open McKenzie." Daniel retorted.

She watched as Daniel walked over to one of the walls; studying the markings there. Turning her attention to her brother, Kenzie noticed his hand was shaking. It was times like this she wished her grandfather were a normal, dull person. Times like these she wished she knew why all these things we're invading the planet. Why the government and Military branches were MIA. Her brother was too young for this. Hell, being only three years older than he was so was Kenzie. Yet, they both insisted on coming. Insisted on keeping the old man safe.

"Hey." Kenzie spoke gaining his attention. "Bang, bang." She stated holding her fist out.

"Pow, pow." Colby replied, bumping his fist with hers.

Kenzie looked around the illuminated room and wondered why they'd come back. They were here before. She thought about it and realized it didn't smell like this the first time. She decided she didn't want to know. Every question pertaining to these things got you a negative answer. On top of that, there was not always method in her grandfather's madness. As she thought about it, looking at where they were and situations they'd been in, there was never any method to his madness, only more madness. A quick scurrying sound pulled Kenzie's attention to the right of the room, but she didn't see anything.

"Did you hear that?" She asked Colby. She knew her grandfather hadn't heard it. He was so engrossed in what ever he was studying, that she knew he wouldn't hear a snake if it hissed right in his ear.

"I didn't hear anything." Colby replied.

Kenzie heard a light scuttle and caught it move out of the corner of her eye. It was the slimy eight legged, yellow creature with a visible spine. Its' tail was as long as its body. Why were all these things so damn ugly? Slowly, Kenzie reached cross body and pulled one of the daggers from her belt. With quickness and a flick of the wrist, she launched it half way across the room, pinning the thing to the wall. She watched as the creature frantically kicked all eight of its legs. Kenzie walked over to it slowly. These little disgusting things were the cause of the Glass Mouths. She'd seen one at work in her small town. She retrieved another dagger from her belt.

"Sorry big-boy, but you can't be my baby's daddy." Kenzie spoke before driving the other dagger through it's' head. All movement instantly stopped and green oozed out of both wounds.

"You think it's acidic like the Glass Mouths?" Colby asked.

Kenzie shrugged. "Touch it and find out."

Colby glared momentarily at his sister. "I'll pass." Colby made a face of disgust before turning to Daniel. "Gramps, Kenzie killed one of those rodent things you wanted to dissect."

Daniel pulled his attention from the wall markings and looked past his grandchildren. "Pull it down McKenzie."

Kenzie pulled the dagger from its head and handed it to Colby carefully. She then grabbed the one in its midsection, tilting it up slightly before pulling. The dagger came out of the wall with Spine Back still attached. She laid it on the ground in front of where Daniel was now sitting. Kenzie placed her foot on its tail pulling out the dagger.

"You shouldn't have killed it McKenzie. They dry up fast when they're dead. I may not have enough time to get enough samples."

Kenzie pulled a small rag out of her back pocket to clean her daggers. "Sure, next time I'll just walk up to it and demand it lie still and allow you to study it. While I'm at it I'll just call a meeting with the rest of them and all the Glass Mouths, and ask that they leave."

"That would be nice." Daniel responded too captivated by what he was doing to actually know what she said.

Kenzie rolled her eyes taking her other dagger from her brother and cleaning it while he chuckled. Obsessive would not begin to describe her grandfather's passion for things like this. Infatuation was closer. He had an unhealthy love affair with these sorts of things. Kenzie took her m16 and settled against the wall facing the two doorways behind her grandfather. Colby did the same with the way they had entered. Staying in one place for too long was a bad idea. Being prepared for anything was a must.

Viper had separated from the oomans. The female was distracting him from his purpose. She was fascinating to him. Again, Viper rebuked himself.

Standing cloaked, Viper was surrounded by a dozen dead hard meats. By his calculation it shouldn't be many more unless the oomans were right. Viper understood a fair amount of English. If there was and Xenomorph Queen she was in hiding. Viper looked at his wrist computer, pulling up the holographic map of the structure. There were few parts he hadn't covered. She was going to be in one of them. Viper set off in the direction of one of the many uncharted areas. His thoughts drifting back to the ooman female.

She was smaller than the average ooman. Much smaller than he was. She was about five feet. Her brown skin, a lighter complexion than the brown that adorned his body, looked smoother than the fine furs that decorated his quarters on the home ship. Her smell is what intrigued him the most. Her natural scent was something in its own, but the aroma he took in after she was slightly exerted was enough to gain a brief twitch from his sex organ. Her light brown and green eyes, that were wide with surprise after he'd shot the Kainde Amedha. Kenzy the ooman males had called her.

Viper veered into the left hallway when he came to a fork in his path. He'd already been to the right. That was where he left the oomans. Viper stopped in the hallway, running his fingers along the wall. It was thick with hard meat essence. He could tell that it was fresh. Continuing on his path, he moved down the hall with agility. He came to another separation of hallways. Momentarily stopping, he once again consulted his wrist computer. Determining that both of the outside paths would lead him back to a place he'd already been, he quickly resumed his journey through the middle hallway.

Hissing from up ahead caught his attention as he took in the scent of the Kainde Amedha. Bounding to a ledge above him, he trekked on. Entering a large area, he halted at the sight before him. There were eggs everywhere. Much more than Viper had expected there to be. Scanning the room, he found some of them had opened, which meant the hosts carrying the hard meat egg were in the structure somewhere. Vipers thought were immediately pulled to the ooman female. He would feel dishonorable if something were to happen to her.

More hissing and screeching pulled Vipers attention as the sound of rapid footsteps became closer. Still perched on his ledge, he watched as the three oomans came running into the room, with a cache of hard meat behind them. Pauk. Viper readied his cannon.