Hello! I decided to make another Predator Fanfiction, this one popped into my head and I had to write it, I'm curious to see where this will go.

Tell me what you think?!:D

When she attended work that Saturday morning, she didn't except the Sergeant to be there. Upon opening the door that lead to her private office, she witnessed the man in a freshly ironed uniform stand beside her desk with his arms firmly in front of him. McKenna knew that his presents was rare, he was a busy man. Meaning, whenever he stopped by, she automatically knew he needed something. Being one of the youngest agents on the team, it was predictable that he'd come to her, he saw her as being immature. At 25 years of age, she had plenty of things to learn. He had always asked something from her in the past.

And of course, McKenna would listen, even if she didn't want to. When dealing with someone as high up as the Sergeant, there was no way she could say no without having her job on the line. Sergeant Miller's requests ranged from him asking her to work harder, to him forcing her to move across the country to maintain her job. Moving from the sunny side of Florida to Washington was a big jump but she did it, she could recall the shocked look on her parents faces when she told them she wanted to be a FBI agent; they cried. Her parents would have rather seen her work at a drive-through at a local McDonalds than to do such a hazardous job but, throughout the chaos shared between them they still managed to fully support her life decision.

With a bit of effort, McKenna walked toward her chair where she flung her hefty purse onto it, the sound of her makeup and other personal tools hitting against each other made the Sergeant clear his throat. "Good morning, McKenna."

He leaned his head forward as she ran her long, skinny fingers through her wild hair, it was no secret that McKenna woke up late that morning; it showed on her facial features. She looked like a complete mess.

She knew it wasn't a good impression to be looking so unprofessional in front of the Sergeant but this was Sergeant Miller, she was so comfortable around him that she didn't seem to mind. She was forced to rush to work, she didn't have time to dazzle herself up. The woman noticed her office was engulfed in darkness, the glass walls that lead to the other agents offices was covered by her blinds, sheltering them from any snooping eyes. She didn't make any eye contact as she looked down at the shiny wooden desk, it was infected with opened and closed files.

The life of an FBI agent never ended.

"It is morning, but I wouldn't say it's good." McKenna picked up one of the many folders and examined it briefly with her half opened eyes before dropping it down to its previous spot on the desk, she didn't know where to begin. So many murders, so little time.

"Sorry to hear that." Millers looked at the folders as well, it made him frown sorrowfully at reality, it showed him how violent the world truly was.

"No you're not." McKenna giggled as she stretched her stiff body. Miller had came there for a reason; he needed McKenna to take things grimly, something she wasn't capable at times.

"We need to speak." His eyes looked around the room before landing on her again. Miller had visited McKenna and the other FBI agents occasionally, since he worked with people much higher up like the president, it was his job to look after the agents, to guide them attentively.

"We always need to speak when you come around Douglas. What's it this time? You here to tell me to work longer hours? Cause if that's why you're here then this conversation will last longer than you expected."

He smiled undetectably, her attitude was always amusing to him. She had fire in her, maybe that's what made her FBI material. Once he recalled why he was there in the first place, his smile disappeared quickly, he licked his dry lips, "I was brought here to discuss a serious matter with you."

If it involved Sergeant Miller it was always serious. McKenna wasn't alarmed, working with the government was never a joking matter, she didn't expect anything else to come from his mouth. That's what she was trained for, she was groomed to be able to hear disturbing events and not flinch. Digging her hand into the depth of her purse, she responded, "What is it this time? New case or something?" Her hand traveled up and down the entire length of her bag.

"Are you ready to serve your country McKenna May Jonson?"

The corner of McKenna's lips twitched upward, no one but her mother called her by her full name, "I've been serving it for the past two years." After patting around in her bag, she pulled out an already opened blue bag of Doritos. She ate a chip as she waited for him to respond, something about his silence made her feel uneasy. She didn't understand why he was being so hesitant, she had seen the worse of the worse, what was he going to tell her that she hadn't already heard of? Shaking her bag at him as an offering, Miller opposed. Exhaling heavily, his eyes wondered once again, he walked to the middle of the room. Something was wrong. No one spoke, the only sound that could be heard was the crunching coming from McKenna's jaw. Douglas Miller's shoulders lowered from their regular position, finally, his confident voice emerged from within him, "Do you believe in aliens?"

The question made McKenna raise an eyebrow. Once she utterly swallowed her chewed up chips, she yawned quietly. She was use to discussing murderors, rapist, terrorists, psychopaths, Americans most wanted, but the word alien was something foreign to her. She shrugged playfully, "Like ET? Transformers? Seen the movies, not really my taste." She joked as she ate more chips, the cool ranch flavor was satisfying to her tongue.

"Do you believe?" He repeated his question. He turned on his heel, his hands were still planted in front of his body.

Why was the Sergeant speaking about unearthly things?

"Where are you going with this?" She leaned her lower back onto the desk as she crossed her legs.

"If you don't believe their existence, then this will be difficult to discuss."

Aliens.

Being as religious as she was, McKenna excepted that despite one not being able to see something, it didn't mean it didn't exist. Her strong belief in God and heaven made her puzzled about aliens and things out of this world. But, she didn't deny the fascinating thought of them. Aliens. The word made her set her food down. With her free hand, she vividly reached between her breasts to grab her dangling golden cross necklace she got from a young age. She brushed it with her thumb and pointing finger, the feeling of it made her think about church and how close Sunday was. She never missed church, never.

Remembering where she was, she departed her lips, "I suppose."

"Then your assistance in this is needed."

"What?"

"Alien life form has connected us, our world, our governments."

McKenna watched with an expressionless face. Her brain couldn't process what her ears were hearing. Miller could see she was struggling to accept what he was saying. He stepped till her was in front of her, his bitter smell made her nostrils expand, "You may call me crazy for my words but none of what I am telling you is untrue."

As a child, McKenna was told by her siblings about how aliens took over planets, how they'd say: take me to your leader. Her siblings had told her that they were four eyed creatures, that they adduced humans and did experiments on them. It had spooked her but she got over it, she knew they didn't exist, it was just stories told by people. Urban leagues. They were just silly stories. Stories were made up.

"Aliens?" McKenna wanted to laugh but the sweat that was swimming down the Sergeants forehead made her stop the sound from escaping her.

Releasing her jewelry, she met his eyes in a stare off. "What does this have to do with me?"

"You are needed," Miller stood like a statue, "You, McKenna, are needed to serve this country."

"I don't understand what you're trying to say?"

"When we got into contact with these aliens," Miller paused as he listened to his own words, his Adam's apple rose and fell as he swallowed thickly, "they have asked something from us. We are responsible to listen and give them what they want."

McKenna was waiting for Douglas to start laughing at any second, yet, he didn't. His lips were a flat line. This had to be a joke. She decided on playing along to see where it could lead. "Aliens?" She lost the battle within her self and started to chuckle. Miller didn't say a word.

She tapped the tile floor with her heel awkwardly, "And what is it that they want? Why are you telling me this?"

Gleeful that she was acting serious, he simply answered her, "Women,"

McKenna's mouth opened slowly into an 'o' shape, "I'm guessing these so called aliens are horny ass men?"

Ignoring her comment, Miller explained, "Seeing as you are indeed a woman McKenna. Seeing as you are apart of the FBI. The United States' government is asking for you to serve our great country."

McKenna was standing up straighter, "And how exactly does our government want me to serve them?"

Miller's hands suddenly went to his side, the air around them seemed to get thinner. "As I have previously said, they want females for a reason unknown to us. We have agreed to these orders."

"Why would the government agree to this?" She squinted her eyes, "Humans barely listen to each other, why would they listen to an alien?"

"We don't wish to start a war with these beings which is why we need you. These beings have made it clear that if we don't do our part, there will be consequences."

McKenna's heart was beating faster than it had ever been that day, it hit against her ribs and made her mind spin. She knew very well where Miller's was going with this whole thing. And she wanted no part of it. She stepped back, retreating from Miller's glare, "I made an oath to serve my country but this," her forehead wrinkled as her brows went forward in fury, "isn't serving it."

"You're protecting it from an invasion."

McKenna grabbed her head, the lack of sleep was getting to her, she couldn't concentrate. Or maybe she was dreaming, maybe she was still sleeping.

"And if I refuse?"

"You won't, you can't."

"Why the women? Males are seen as being physically stronger than a woman."

"The commands were simple: they want us to provide them with women we see as being mature, strong, fit, and intelligent."

"How did my name get brought up in all of this nonsense?" McKenna's face gave off the impression that she was frustrated. This was all nonsense, she didn't sign up for this. The Sergeant had no right to ask this from her.

"You work for the FBI don't you?"

She curled her hands into tight, small fists, "Answer my question, how the hell did my name get put into this!"

"The president's cabinet has been discussing this situation for a few days now. Your name wasn't the only one that was involved in this, McKenna. But you were the one that everyone believed would be up for it. Your work here has impressed many people, throughout your two years, you have solved more cases than some of our veterans, McKenna." Douglas kept saying her name, as if trying to calm her down, trying to make her see what this meant for the world. Miller knew McKenna would throw an enormous tantrum, she was just that type of person. But, she was also bold, she had brought something new to the FBI, something no one had seen in a while.

"McKenna, you are doing the world a huge favor-"

"Don't give me that bull crap about saving the world. As far as I know I'm not saving anything." Her voice was loud, it bounced off the walls and pierced the man's lingering ears. McKenna paced around the room like a mad man, her mind was being corrupted with endless thoughts: aliens, invasions, FBI. She blinked rapidly as she began breathing through her mouth, "I fight crimes. I bring criminals to justice, hell sometimes I can't even manage that, but getting involved with fucken aliens?" She shook her head, sending locks of her golden hair across her face, blinding her, "No, no."

Following her in desperation, Miller could only watch as the woman in front of him was shaking with vexation. He was sent there to tell McKenna what was expected of her and that's what he was doing. He knew she could refuse, he had brought that up at one of the meetings the president's cabinet that but, his voice was casted out. He had no other choice, McKenna needed to do this. "Image all the lives you and the other women will save. You will stop wars from happening."

"Give my life to these aliens?" She whispered frantically to herself

"You put your life on the line when you signed up for this FBI job. You already put your life on the line daily, what difference will this be?"

McKenna stopped, wanting to give the man in uniform a piece of her mind, "The difference is I'm not exactly an expert on dealing with an extraterrestrial race, specimen, whatever you want to fucken call them. The difference is you guys don't know what you're getting yourself into." Looking at the darkness of the walls she couldn't help but smile in panic.

"You work for the FBI," Miller brushed the sleeve of his uniform, "The FBI is to protect and defend the United States against terrorist and threats, to uphold and enforce the criminal laws of the United States."

"Repeat that to yourself Sergeant, no where upon these words does it state: to protect the people against the ultimatum of aliens."

Aliens. There was aliens, and the government knew about it. McKenna let out a chuckle in distress. Miller merged beside McKenna, the rise and fall of her chest was the only movement that was being made. Miller cleared his throat once again, trying to get McKenna's attention. Still, the woman said nothing. The way she looked was awfully frightening, her eyes were dull and forcing on one thing: the ground.

This had to be a joke.

"I'll give you time to think this over McKenna. Just remember what you and these women will be doing is something extraordinary." These women, she wasn't the only one? McKenna began chewing on the side of her sensitive cheek. This had to be a joke, she had faith that this was all a joke. Maybe they were trying to get back at her for putting the old piece of cottage cheese in her coworkers suitcase, maybe the entire FBI team were trying to get back at her for all the times she pulled pranks on them. If they were, it was a good payback; she was beyond startled. What was eating away at her mind was that Miller was the one telling her this. He was not the type of man to do such a thing; he never lied. He was planning on leaving the woman when she spoke, filling the air with her soft voice, "No one else knows about this?"

"No one that doesn't need to know."

"The press? The media?"

"We are trying to keep this on the down low, why start trouble when we can end all of this-"

"And the other women?" She nervously lifted her hands in the air, "They all just agreed?"

"Well, they understand their role in this-"

"This isn't a game." She hissed like a snake ready to attack.

Miller scratched cautiously at the back of his moist neck, "Let's just say they weren't as, hesitant as you are."

"How many?" She headed to accompany her lonely desk. The sound of her heels echoed the room. She never use to wear heels but, she thought today would be a new day, she was right. She nested both of her hands on it. She lazily bent one of her bare legs.

"Including the U.S, five."

"Where are the others from?"

"Germany, China, Britain and France."

"Just powerful countries?"

"That's what they ordered." The aliens ordered earth to give them women from the most powerful parts of the world.

"What about Russia?"

"They wish not to participate in this matter-"

"They seem to care for their women." McKenna interrupted him without realizing it. This was a joke.

"They'll care if our world gets attacked! The deal was to hand one female over from each of these countries and there would be peace!" His neck veins popped out visibly from his pale skin as he shouted forcefully.

"One life is just as important as millions," Rubbing her eyes harshly, she puffed her lower lip out, "So what? All these nations just, agreed to give us away to these aliens. You're not telling me everything Douglas, what's in it for the countries, what are they getting in return?"

"Sergeant Miller." He corrected her. Despite the fact that they knew each other for a while, he still wanted her to address him correctly.

"Douglas." McKenna tilted her head. It made her sick knowing that he was making her rave and yet he still expected her call him by his Sergeant name. McKenna didn't give a damn about his name at that point.

"I can't discuss that with you."

"You sure as hell can, seeing as though I'm the one that's going to be shipped away like some sort of cattle, I have ever right to know what the price of life is giving you guys in return. Resources? Technology? Weapons? Are these aliens advanced?" She was almost spitting the words from mouth.

"'The price of your life', you're acting as if we are selling you."

McKenna charged at him full speed, if she could have horns, she'd be comparable to a bull. "Really? Cause it sure fucken seems like it."

Sergeant Miller had wasted to much time there. He was assigned to spend only a certain amount of time there, the rest of McKenna's team would be arriving at any moment. No one was to know about the situation but McKenna, no one. Looking behind him, Douglas spotted the door and noticed that lights were beaming from under it; someone was coming. His feet rushed him to the door, "Open the binds once I leave, I don't want anyone thinking something is up. Keep this between us. Be prepared for tomorrow McKenna." He spoke slowly, making sure she captured every word.

"Fuck yourself." McKenna said numbly without filtering her words. She didn't care anymore. Whether it was joke or not, she didn't care. She wanted this to end, she didn't want to play this game. There was no aliens. Miller was lying.

His eyes widened in disbelief; the woman was going insane. Opening the squeaky door, he turned his bald head as he said one final thing to McKenna, it made her bones raddle with despair, "Hell has room for selfish people."

Tomorrow was Sunday, she never came to work on Sunday's. She went to church on that holy day. McKenna had some major praying to do.