Chapter One
The soldier trainees stood in a line at the firing range. Each one picked up an assault rifle. They aimed at the targets, cardboard figures with bright red circles on them.
"Fire," said Sergeant Dennis. The trainees fired.
Dennis watched as the cardboard targets were ripped to shreds by gunfire.
"Stop," said the Sergeant after all the targest had been destroyed, "Very good. You've all improved. Time for lunch,"
The trainees got up, took off their earmuffs, and walked into a nearby cafeteria.
A slim woman, probably in her twenties, walked over to Sergeant Dennis.
"Yes?" said the Sergeant.
"I think you should be informed that two people went missing last night," said the woman.
"Who were these people that are missing?" asked Dennis.
"Sergeant Holland and a security officer named Peter Roberts,"
Dennis raised his eyebrow. He knew Holland very well. "Have they searched everywhere for them?"
"No," the woman said, "we have a team searching for them right now. We haven't searched levels nine through fifteen yet,"
Dennis nodded. The woman walked away. The Sergeant walked into the cafeteria.
David Harold, Bruce Lee, and Jim Smith continued their search for the two missing people.
"We haven't searched in here yet," said David, pointing to a storage closet with his shotgun.
"Let's go in," said Bruce. The three entered the closet.
It was very large for a storage closet, about the size of a large bedroom. Mops, brooms, and other cleaning appliances were scattered on the ground. Hanging on the wall to the left was a sign with the Weyland-Yutani Corporation logo on it. In the back of the room was a pile of cardboard boxes.
Jim saw something move behind one of the boxes.
"I saw something move over there," said Jim. The three slowly walked towards the boxes, their guns ready to fire.
A medium sized black cat jumped from behind the boxes and ran out the door.
They let out a sigh of relief. "It's just Tommy," said David. He picked up a walkie-talkie and turned it on. "There's nothing on level nine,"
"Affirmative. Check level ten," said a female voice through the walkie-talkie.
David put the walkie-talkie on his belt. "Let's go," he said.
Later that night, 11:12 P.M.
Two young soldiers, Jake Davids and Sam Quentin, were on the firing range free-shooting, practicing for the next day. Jake was taller, slim with a shaven head, Sam was shorter but more muscular with hair almost down to his neck. They were both in their late teens.
Jake blasted away two targets. "Yeah, I'm getting real f-in' good at this," he said with a smile.
"Watch this," said Sam. He destroyed three targets. They gave each other the high-five.
The yautja watched the two young oomans blast away targets. His name was Spear Thrower. He was hidden from veiw, perched in a nearby rafter. He saw the tw oomans as thermal images. He looked closer at what they were holding. They were indeed holding guns. He targeted the taller one. Three red bars formed into a triangle around his target in his helmet's vision.
"Watch this," said Sam. He aimed at the targets and waited until two were right behind each other. When they were, he pulled the trigger and blasted two of them right through the head.
"Yes!" he said. He looked over to Jake to see his partner slumpted over, resting in a pool of blood with a smoking hole in his back.
He yelled in horror. He looked around the room frantically for the attacker.
It jumped from the rafter in front of him. It was huge, maybe eight feet tall. The room was somewhat dark so he couldn't see it in detail. It walked towards him. Twin blades extended from its wrist.
Sam tried to fight it, but the creature picked Sam up by his neck and stabbed the blades into his stomach. Sam yelled in pain, blood dripped from his mouth. He dropped the gun on the floor.
The creature dropped Sam's limp body on the floor. It had yet another trophy.