Thanx for all the reviews! If I get lots of reviews, next time I'll put two chapters up! Originally, Adams was going to have a much larger role in the story, but I changed my mind. No flames please. Enjoy!!!

Whoops, I almost forgot!: I don't own Predators or Keyes. I do own Guan-Thwei's personality and the human character's personalities.

Mesh'in'ga: The battle lust or dreamtime.

Ki'cti-pa: Wrist blades.

Pauk-de: Fucker or fucking.

Tarei'hasan: Unworthy opponent, derogatory term.

Chapter 2

The city was in an uproar. During the past week, over a dozen bodies had been discovered. They were always skinned and suspended from doorways, light posts, power poles, trees and flag poles. Sometimes they were missing their heads and spines. They were all males and were identified as belonging to a gang 90 of the time. Open gang wars occurred in the streets as biker gangs and drug gangs blamed each other for the deaths. The cops were strained and were beginning to wind strung up and skinned. This was not going unnoticed by the government though...

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"Got its patterns down yet, Zoblensky?" inquired special agent Charles Adams to another member of the elite team.

"Not quite yet, this one is more erratic than the other Predators. It doesn't leave any of the bad areas though and seems to like watching the gang wars. See, it watched the one between the Lizards and Hell's Angels for over an hour." He pointed at a TV screen where a shadowy figure crouched on a roof top, leaning over eagerly at the carnage below.

"Next major eruption and we advance. No N2 guns this time. We don't want another bloodbath like Keyes's team. We move in with trancs and track him to his lair. That way there's no muss, no fuss and we get all his equipment too. Zoblensky, when the next gang war begins, tell me immediately."

"Yessir." Zoblensky answered.

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A couple of days later, Adams got his wish. A drug gang and the Lizards were going at it again. The Lizards were losing badly and were ready to escape into a random, rundown building to regroup and wait. Guan-Thwei was way ahead of them and was waiting in a central room. They would have to come in there as it was the most secure and had only two entrances: the front door or the sky-light. He chuckled and extended his ki'its-pa. The Yautja heard voices and footsteps outside. He tensed as the door burst open, ready to kill, deep in the mesh'in'ga, the battle lust. The doorway was completely empty. He blinked in confusion and looked around again, lowering his spear slowly. Suddenly, a chair grated a few inches over. Guan-Thwei clicked his mandibles nervously; there were oomans in the room and he couldn't see them! He himself had chosen to fight uncloaked and visible, but they hid themselves dishonorably! The warrior crouched, turning slowly and flipping through his vision modes. Without warning, he pulled out a shuriken and flung it blindly! It connected. The ooman screamed as blood sprayed everywhere, marking at least five others.

"FUCK!" screamed one "Fire! Fire now!" Guan-Thwei caught the shuriken as guns exploded around him. He roared as many small points of pain collected around his stomach and arms. He didn't know whether to stay and fight or escape and hunt them down later. Another few points bloomed on his stomach and he shoes to flee. He leapt up and grabbed the rim of the window and hoisted himself up. He started running, leaping the gaps and using his spear to hurdle the wider alleys. He collapsed sometime later on an old fire escape, his chest heaving. The Yautja pulled out one of the small things they shot at him and squinted at it. It was a syringe and it was empty. His hands shook as he ripped out more and more. The wounds were tingling. Guan-Thwei threw back his head and howled his rage at the sky, hurling the darts away. The young warrior whirled and punched the brick wall behind him, staring as the ancient bricks crumbled under his knuckles. He screamed,

"PAUK-DE TAREI'HASAN!!!" Guan-Thwei would have continued to vent, but his health was far more important. There wasn't much he could do for the punctures; they would close on their own, but he had to treat whatever they put in him. He reached around and removed his medi-kit. He took out a needle and filled it with a powerful antibiotic. He held it up, tapped it and squirted a small amount out. This was not like the thin needles they had shot him with; this was a thick, vicious thing! The warrior jabbed it into his stomach and roared in pain. Finished his treatment, Guan-Thwei gathered up his medi-kit and stood. He swayed and spots danced before his eyes; he had better get back fast.

By the time the warrior got back to his base, he was leaning on his spear and could barely remain standing. Fever raged through him. Even though it was much cooler than the Homeworld, Guan-Thwei found it unbearably hot. He stripped off all his gear except for his loin cloth, mask, wrist computer and ki'cti-pa. He still sweated and the world spun, marked with black spots. Just when he thought that it couldn't get worse, it did. Violent cramps gripped his stomach; he doubled over, gasping at their ferocity. The pain nauseated him and he scrambled to remove mask. Guan-Thwei pulled out the air-mask from his medi-kit, so he could breathe without destroying the delicate equipment in the mask. The fever rose steadily and he began to hallucinate. He had no painkillers so he had to tolerate the pain as well as he could.

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Adams sat down beside Zoblensky. The smaller man seemed nervous and flinched away.

"What's the matter? Speak up, man!"

"Sir, we found the tracking dart, but it was not near the creature's lair. Apparently it removed all the darts before returning."

"Oh." A muscle jumped in Adam's cheek, but his voice was calm.

"Well, we hit that motherfucker with enough trancs to take down a charging buffalo, so we'll just pay attention to the news and police reports. Someone will find it and we'll get it that way. Start a systematic search of all buildings in the area. Scan the atmosphere with SETI to see if it leaves or another ship enters. Don't worry, something will turn up, I can feel it."

Several hours later, they still had not found anything. Adams was purple with rage when the search was called off. He coped with the loss much better than Keyes would have. He had been promoted to this position because of his more tolerant personality. He would have to wait until the Predators returned.