Welcome back to "Friendship Is Forever!"
Hopefully you all caught on to the final sentence in the chapter before this. If not, it will be explained in this one.
"Who is Weyland?" Allison asked.
"He is a dangerous scientist, and his technology is very advanced. His main goal in life is to steal my kind's technology for his own." Crep'lok explained.
"Why would he want your technology?" Allison asked.
"Our technology is highly advanced. More advanced than any technology earth has yet to see, or even handle. He wants it for his own to use it against us. However, he does not know, or understand how to use it. That's why he captures my kind, hoping that we will show him our ways. That is why I am on the run. Somehow he knows of my presence, and sent that Kainde Ahmeda to find me." He explained, pointing to the dead Xenomorph.
Allison became confused. "Well how would he know if that thing had found you?"
Crep'lok held up the small metal object that Allison had found on the Xenomporph's leg. "This seems to be a tracker. It must connect to some device that they have, allowing them to know exactly where the creature goes. This creature was released to track me down, and once the tracker stopped moving, it gave Weyland knowledge of my location." He said.
Allison had a thought in her head and she was hoping it would work. "Do these creatures stop to rest?" She asked.
"Well, yes but what does that have to do with anything?" Crep'lok asked, confused.
A smile drifted across her face.
"I have a plan." She said.
WITH WEYLAND
"Sir, Subject #445 has stopped in one general location." Said a scientist staring at a computer.
Weyland walked over to the screen to see for himself.
"If #445 has stopped in this location than either it is close to the hunter, or somethings wrong with our tracker." Weyland said, thinking. "Well head there right now to check things out." He said, preparing to make orders for his team to move.
"Wait sir. Subject #445 is on the move once again, heading west of its last location, and its moving fast." Said the scientist once more.
"Good. That means the hunter has been located, and a chase is occurring...Follow subject #445." Weyland said, making the final orders to his team.
FIVE HOURS LATER
"Sir. Subject #445 has stopped once again in a junk yard located 12 miles from us."
Weyland smiled. "That means the prey has been found." He said.
The troops got out of the vehicles and began searching the junkyard, all armed with heavy weaponry.
Weyland stayed with a tracker and searched for the Xenomorph, with luck and hope that the hunter would be nearby...But they were wrong.
The trackers signal lead to a small trash-bag, meaning someone had thrown it away for the trash-men to pick up...
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