Weyland stood on top of the Weyland-Yutani tower, shaking hands with Paul. Almost a month had passed. It had taken Akkan and him a month to recover from their wounds, but eventually, Akkan walked again without a limp, and he could actually move without a wheelchair again.
Paul hadn't been as lucky. The frostbite had cost him the ring finger on the left hand and one toe. Weyland looked him into the eye, past the deep rings that only slowly started to disappear.
"Well, then this is goodbye, for good."
"Hopefully. Fred, you never know..."
"I remember my promise, and I'll uphold it. You will be all alone there. No humans, nothing but the nature of the planet, the old mining base, and the old mining rigs. You'll have to figure out how you'll survive on your own."
"That was part of the plan."
"You have an emergency beacon with you, just in case. If you need assistance, do not hesitate to use it."
"Thank you, Fred. For everything."
"No, it is me who should thank you."
Akkan stepped down from the Shipstern Bluff again, and shook hands with Weyland too, and softly bowed his head.
"Goodbye, Akkan. You did well."
Nodding, the xenomorph turned around, heading away into the belly of the ship.
"Goodbye, Paul. I wish you two the best of luck!"
They shook hands, Paul's grip being firm and final.
"Goodbye Fred. Thank you."
Paul was turning around, and Weyland walked up beside him. "I've got a gift for you."
He pulled his revolver, and pushed it into Paul's hand. He saw the man wanting to protest, but he stopped him. "Take it. It's my old gun. It's a gift. Don't worry, you will find your courage."
He stepped back, letting the hatch close, and waved to Jeanne. The huge form of the Xenomorph appeared in the window, and all three waved to him, as the ship untethered, and then blasted off into the night sky.
Smiling to himself, Weyland turned around, and headed downwards into his office. He sat down, breathing out his relief. At last, he was sitting down again. It was still slightly painful to walk around and stand.
He pressed the buzzer: "Can someone bring me all data concerning Project 3828/6?"
Getting an affirmative answer, he leaned back, and waited for the door to open.
His night secretary brought him a mug of coffee, and a small chest.
He wished her good night, and she left.
Weyland locked the door, and then opened the chest with his ID card.
"Project Inflexus" the first file read.
He rummaged through the box until he found the file with the name inside it. The Schulz Android had checked it, but he hadn't known what Weyland knew.
The last page was empty. Even Schulz had though it was the way it should be, but Weyland knew that one name was missing.
He grabbed the ultraviolet light lamp, and shone it on the leaf of paper.
The last name slowly appeared. No reference to the age was given, none to the location. But the name was there, all right, under the UV light, blaring into his face.
He ripped out the page, and tipped the rest of the Project Inflexus files into the shredder. Nobody needed to know about this. It was going to be covered up, along with a lot of things that had happened.
He switched on the UV-Light one last time, and stared at the writing.
Descendants of Project Inflexus
Location – Unknown.
Age – Unknown.
Grade of DNA Coherence – Unknown.
Name: Frederic Bishop Weyland.
In the frozen cold of the Bunker, something moved.
Something waited, in the icy dark.
It knew its time would come. It had time.
It could wait.
I can only hope you guys enjoyed this little Fanfic. I'm done now, at least done with the story. I might post another lemon or so, a bit in the future, as a new story, but I didn't want this to end with one.
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There might be a sequel, I'm not sure yet. Ideas on that subject are always appreciated over PM.
Stay tuned, I'm taking a short break from writing anything bigger, and then "I'll be back!"