Alright, thanks for all the reviews, I enjoyed them because that means you enjoy my story. jcogginsa guessed the question correctly, congratulations! Alright, enjoy the chapter, we start the violant killings early, kinda like Predator 2. Enjoy!

Defending the Position

Sulaco, 3 pm;

Marcus cut one of the bodies free. "Well lets show those terrorists we're not intimidated by them." he said. "Jacob, get on the horn and call HQ, tell them there is no one left to protect." he said as he and the others started to cut the bodies free and place them were they could be buried.

"Boss." said Will. "There's a slight problem."

"What's that?"

"This body isn't one of theses civilians." said Will. "He's an Al Qaeda operative." he said, picking up an Al-Qaeda symbol from the corpse.

"Marcus, this one is another one." said Tara, examining another one.

"Got one over here too." said Alex.

"Why in the world would they do this to their own men?" asked Marcus, reasonably confused.

"Boss, I don't think Al-Qaeda did this." said Will. "This looks more like a tribal ritual than a terror tactic, I've heard of this before, or something like it." he said. "In Los Angeles something like this happened, drug lords and cops were found hung upside down, their skin removed and the organs removed from their bodies." he said. "And a few with their heads cut off and the spines torn from their bodies."

"I remember that but theses aren't hung upside down."

"Nothing to hang them from."

"Hey boss." said Jacob. "Nothings getting through." he said. "Some kind of disturbance."

The creature watched them, he saw heat but his helmet blocked the excess heat from the sand. He was a reptilian humanoid, what appeared to be dreadlocks hung from the back of his head, a silver armor protected his chest, shoulders, forearms, and shins and a helmet covered his face, it was decorated with sunk in cheeks and a pattern resembling the mouth of some feline predator were his mouth would be. On the mask's forehead was a symbol, two lines that resembled a T slightly, a right of passage symbol. He checked the computer on his left wrist to make sure his ship was still giving off that jamming signal to prevent too many prey from appearing. His name was Lynx and he was here to hunt in a war zone. He looked back to them and analyzed their speech.

"What do we do sir?" asked Alex.

"We defend our position and take anything down that tries to take it. The US army doesn't quit, when the going gets tough, the tough get going and if those Al-Qaeda or anyone else wants to prove us wrong, they'll have to get past us." said Marcus, picking up his Minigun. "Now lets dig in and give our enemy, whoever that may be, everything they can handle and more!"

Lynx watched the soldiers, picking out which one he'd like to hunt the most, which one would be the best challenge, he had not gotten a trophy yet and he greatly desired one, he'd stumbled upon an armed confrontation between the villagers and the Al-Qaeda terrorists and killed them all, the women and children had already been evacuated from the village, if they'd been there, he would've been less straight forwards in his attack to avoid a dishonorable kill. His sensors detected movement to his right. He activated his cloaking device and approached. He saw a group of the terrorists similar to the ones he'd encountered earlier. He considered theses humans tactics dishonorable, as they were willing to kill unarmed fellow humans, something his kind were banned from doing without the prey beginning the hunt armed. He decided to watch.

Will sensed the approaching terrorists. People claimed his father had had a sixth sense, Will partly agreed with this and believed he might have it as well. He quickly turned a fired, striking one of the terrorist who was preparing to sneak over the dune. "We've got company!" he said and took cover in a shack. He started firing as the Al-Qaeda soldiers started shooting back.

Alex took cover, this was the first action he'd had. He fired, not as accurate as Will was but managed to score a hit and watched an enemy soldier tumble dead down the dunes.

Tara set up her rifle and targeted, trying to find the leader of the soldiers but when she couldn't she just targeted the first one she could and fired. The bullet impacted his skull and shattered it, blowing the back of his head out.

"Game on!" yelled Jacob, firing at the enemies with fair aim but he wasn't taking as much cover as he should and didn't notice a soldier taking aim at him. Marcus tackled him out of the way as a counter behind him was riddled with bullets.

"Pay attention, I might not be their to pull you out of the fire next time." said Marcus. He fired up his gun and opened fire, killing three soldiers swiftly.

Lynx watched this and repeated Jacob's shout of 'Game On' in his helmet, recording it and storing it for later if needed. He decided the situation would work better for him if he killed the ones with the high ground to avoid detection. The Plasma Caster on his shoulder pivoted, three red dots projected from the gun's side, serving as a laser sight. In his helmet it showed up as a red triangle. Suddenly a blue ball of plasma was shot from the barrel, tearing into the chest of one of the Al-Qaeda soldiers, killing him instantly. The other soldiers turned and fired in the direction the attack came from but Lynx was already gone. Suddenly he stabbed his wrist blades through one of the men's back and lifted him into the air. He threw him a good distance and then moved again to avoid fire. He took out a device with two weighted balls attached by a wire with a part in the middle safe to hold. He spun it above his head holding onto the safe spot and threw it. It wrapped around one man's chest, tying his arms to his sides before beginning to constrict, cutting into his flesh until he was finally cut in two.

"Boss, something wrong up there." said Will, hearing the men screaming. "Something is very wrong."

"Do you think our third party showed up?" asked Marcus.

"Probably." said Alex. "Should we go check?"

"Alright, Will you're on point."

Will nodded and lead them slowly up the hill, keeping his eyes on the dune's top, making sure nothing surprised them. He looked up over. "Boss, you've got to see this." he said, most of the soldiers were skinned and stretched out, just like the others.

Marcus looked at the bodies. "Alright, this is starting to seem weirder and weirder." he said.

"No kidding, what on God's green earth could've done this so quick ad got away without us seeing it?" asked Tara.

Will watched on, he thought he saw something running into the desert but he passed it off as the heat.

Lynx chased the remaining terrorist deeper into the desert until the man fell and Lynx approached slowly. The man turned and started shooting at him, hitting him in the chest multiple times but his armor prevented injury, though it temporally disabled his cloaking device. The man pulled a knife and prepared to defend himself. Lynx extended his wrist blades and tried to slash the man but he managed to parry the strike with his knife. He managed to block or dodge a few more before his knife was knocked from his hands. Lynx slashed deep into his chest with his blades. He deemed this kill a good enough challenge and finally had a trophy. He removed the skull and tore out the spine, doing both tasks meticulously and carefully to avoid damaging his prize. He finished and headed back to his ship to put his trophy were it belonged, on his trophy wall, leaving the rest of the body to rot in the heat of the sun.

Alright, I replaced the net gun due to it normally needing something to pin someone against to work effectivly, thus not much use in the desert. I'm not sure if a human knife could deflect a Predator's blades but we've never seen that happen so we don't know. Anyway, I hope you like Lynx, my Yautja, he has more unique weapons in store I hope you'll like. See you next time!