Chapter 6: The Trap

The plan was simple. Seven teams of three, each with a barrel of Triquincetlyline, a torch, and a spotter, were in charge of trapping it. They would close in and force it into holding bunker.

The idea was simple in theory, but to the convicts and survivors in charge of enacting the plan, fat chance. However, it was worth it to try and trap the creature, before it could cause harm to anyone else.

Jake, Hicks, and Ripley were in one team. Vasquez, Hudson, and some other prisoner were on the second team. The other five teams were all cons. The spotters also had a walkie-talkie, so that they could talk to the other teams.

Jake was the spotter for one team, and because Hudson thought that he could do them both at once, he'd become spotter and torchman at once. He'd only let the con come because Hicks said so.

Hudson

Hicks just couldn't let the con stay behind. Personally, he had nothing against the guy, it's just that he thought there was no need for a third person. That was a good seven other teams that could be formed.

However, if Hicks thought that seven teams were good, who was he to argue. However, this napalm-like stuff they were using smelled like rotten eggs, mixed with candy, swirled together with a turd. It was the strangest stink that anyone could imagine, and yet, if what they told him was true, it burned everything it touched.

They arrived at their post, and assumed positions. Vasquez was in charge of the Triquincetlyine, and said that laying a path of fuel to burn was woman's work.

Hudson didn't believe her one bit on that one. Woman's work was cooking, raising kids, being secretary, seamstressing, babysitting, teaching, and being a server at a restaurant. However, Hudson knew not to argue with her, after the incident with the kid's phone (All he had to do was ask politely.)

They assumed positions, and layed the trail. This one was to draw the creature from the hallway in this area to the main hallway. The stuff only burned what it had been put directly on, and wouldn't stick to the bottom of your shoes until it was lit.

A sound was heard on the walkie-talkie, "Hey, We've just laid down the trail at our end. You lay yours down now. We've got the thing just standing there in a hallway, and we need to know that you're ready before we burn it to you. Tell me when you're ready and we'll light this candle trail." The voice said.

Hudson nodded to Vasquez, who grabbed the barrel and walked over to the end of the spot. Bent over, laying the stuff down in front of the entrance ways before leaving a trail to the next hall. She worked backwards, and as she got closer, Hudson realized something.

Vasquez had a nice ass. He'd never really bothered to look at it, let alone realize it, until now.

He fought back the temptation to reach out and smack it, but did something else instead. He tapped the convict's shoulder, and motioned for him to take a look. After the convict realized the same thing, they fist-bumped.

The convict however, had a different idea of what to do. As Vasquez was leaving a line across the entrance to the hallway, and was starting to back up, the convict did the unimaginable. He reached over and smacked her ass.

Vasquez dropped the tank, reached back to grab the convict's hand, and then started to squeeze. There was a crunching sound, and then the poor con started to scream.

Pulling his hand back, he glared at Vasquez, and then at Hudson, which he gave the finger.

Hudson had a different idea. He grabbed the convict's arm, and with the finger still extended, pushed it into his eye, poking it. Pulling it back out, he then punched him in the face and kicked him in the family jewels. He would have kept beating him up if Vasquez hadn't have stopped him, saying "I know you pointed it out to him." She then paused, leaning in, "So you like my ass huh?"

Hudson thought he was in for it. He knew the trick she was going to use, he'd seen it last time they were on leave. Tricking the guy into thinking he's about to get a kiss, she then head-buts him.

This time however, instead of receiving a head-but, she instead kissed him on the lips.

For a few sweet moments, they lingered there, lips touching. They would have kept at it, if it wasn't for the walkie-talkie going off.

"You ready for us to send it to you?" The voice on the other end asked. Hudson thumbed the talk switch and answered "We're ready when you are."

"Alright then, Hey Joe, let's light this candle!" He replied, and the sound of fire was heard from down the hall.

There was a screaming coming closer from down the hall. "You should probably start to light it when it gets close." Vasquez reminded him.

Hudson had completely forgotten about the torch, which lay on the ground next to his boot.

He picked it up, and as the screaming source got closer, he got a good look at it. It was much bigger than the last time he saw it. Bringing the torch down to the trail, it lit up like a firework.

The thing ran away like a bat out of hell. Hudson only hoped that everyone else was in place.

Jake

Jake was at the end of the hall with Hicks and Ripley. He had the job of torchman, which they said was the hardest to screw up.

At least that's what Hicks said. Ripley thought that he should be spotter, and that she should use the torch. However, Hicks, the mastermind behind this plan, didn't want an inexperienced teenager to wreck this plan.

Inexperinced teenager. Jake survived for two years against a whole hive of those things. He'd had the idea to have them pull out of there when they first went into the hive. If anything, he should be leading this.

However, if he didn't wreck this plan, and actually worked as part of the team, he might earn some of the man's respect.

Hicks was laying down the stuff. Triquincetlyine is what they called it. The stuff stank to high heaven in the strangest way imaginable. However, this stuff only stuck to you when you lit it on fire.

When Hicks finished laying the trail, he nodded to Ripley. Ripley spoke to the walkie-talkie "We're all ready." She said.

The person on the other end replied, yet Jake didn't quite hear what it was.

Ripley gave the signal, and Jake knew what to do. He only had a few seconds to do it.

He saw the creature run towards them. Jake lowered the torch to the trail, lighting it on fire.

The creature continued running, right into the bunker. However, it managed to grab Ripley as it ran.

Jake ran over to the bunker, and saw the strangest thing happen. For a moment, the creature just held Ripley there. It brought its head close to her, as if it were trying to smell her. After a few seconds, it just stood there, and then it let go of her.

"Get outta there!" Jake yelled to Ripley, who didn't waste a moment. She ran out of the bunker, and as soon as she was clear, Jake and Hicks closed the bunker door and locked it.

Things didn't seem quite right though.