"What the!" was Marks response.
But John showed no sign of surprise in fact, he was actually grinning to himself
"Told you so." Was his response.
"ATTENTION ALL MILITARY PERSONEL REPORT TO THE ARMORY ASAP!" Was blasted out on the comm. system.
"That's our calling card." Said John. He and mark began to sprint down the halls taking lefts and rights and narrowly missing a scientist on one occasion, they finally arrived.
"Sir," a Pvt. Quinn saluted them as they walked in, "We've just been warned of a xenomorph out break in the compound." Quinn finished
"Your weapons , sirs." Quartermaster Chang announced as he handed both of them their guns.
John looked at his rifle , it was an old model MA-14 pulse rifle, not very accurate but an impressive rate of fire. Mark had been equipped with one of the newer guns, The L.A.S.
"Men this is a code red situation we have an outbreak that originated in sector C-7." O'neil said.
John shot his hand up.
"Foreston, what is it?" Barked O'neil.
"Sir, are there confirmed killings?" Asked John.
"Not yet."
"Have we pi-pointed the location of the xenomorphs?"
"No but, we have an idea that they are in sector A-2."
"The air vents?" muttered Mark.
"Men," continued O'neil, " You will be split into groups, Group alpha will be John, Quinn, and Mark…"
John no longer listened, he thought more about how often this had happened, the military hears about something powerful and wants it for them selves without thinking of the consequences or the damage it will cause. But what really puzzled him was why they kept making the same mistake? How many times would it take for them to learn?
"You have your orders, now go kill some bugs!" O'neil exclaimed.
"Sir, yes sir!" sounded the rest of the room.
John got up and headed for the door Mark and Quinn followed.
"Let's move out!" John shouted.