Ali followed Hicks through the air duct as the alien followed Ripley beneath them. She was running fast toward the mess hall and Ali could guess that the prisoners were in there. Lucky for her, there was an air duct exit in the dining hall, right above a bald man.

"It's here! It got Clemens!"

Ali smiled when she heard Ripley's voice filled with panic and fear. The man beneath her started to speak; his voice was harsh and angry. Hicks didn't wait for Ali's signal and reached down greedily with both claws. He got a good grip on the man and pulled him upwards; the man kicking and screaming as he went. Hicks quickly sent his second mouth through the man's head to silence the screaming and sent blood spattering everywhere.

From below, there was utter panic as the prisoners scrambled to get away from the dripping shaft. Ali chuckled to herself at the mayhem she'd caused. Hicks hissed and headed down the air shaft, dragging the body of the man behind him. Ali followed behind.

Once they were a safe distance away from the commotion, Ali started to laugh. She was feeling happy for the first time since Timothy's death and she didn't want the moment to end. Everything was going according to plan. Ripley was still clueless about the third stage inside her and now Ali was going to get the chance to kill all of the prisoners; none of them would become hosts.

"Things couldn't have worked out better for us, could it?"

"Of course not. I'm very proud at what you have accomplished."

"I don't deserve all the credit; you helped me out too."

"So now that we have the prisoners all worked up its time to move on to step two."

"Ruin their chances of escape."

"Let's get started."

"What do we need to do first?"

"Find out what they're planning."

Ali peered around the corner. There was one man standing at the end of the hall whistling to himself. He had a mop and was spreading some foul smelling liquid on the ground. Ali stepped out slowly and approached the man who stopped whistling and looked up. He gazed at Ali with an almost hungry gaze and Ali's smile widened.

"What are you doing?" Ali asked.

"Setting a trap," the man replied.

"A trap?"

"Yeah, we're going to catch the dragon." The man's eyes suddenly widened, "Hey! Where did you come from?"

Ali smiled. "That's really none of your concern."

"I-I don't think you should be here," the man's voice was shaking now.

"I just wanted to know what you were doing."

"Killing the dragon."

"How?"

"By using fire. The dragon doesn't like fire."

"I know that. So how are you planning to kill it?"

"We drop a flame on the explosives and then there will be a big boom and no more dragon."

"Oh really? That's very interesting." Ali replied. She turned away and walked a few steps away from the man. "What would happen if the explosives were lit before the people got out?"

"There might be a few casualties."

Ali grinned to herself and continued walking. She turned the corner and came face to face with Hicks waiting for her. He hissed and swung his tail back and forth.

"Patience, we will get our revenge."

"You have a plan?"

"Yes, we start the fire while they are still setting up the trap."

"Right, and there will be a big boom and no more humans."

Ali began pacing, keeping her eyes on the ground. Hicks sat down at watched her with his head; tracking her movements perfectly.

"But we can't expect that plan to wipe out them all."

"No, that's why we need a safety net; something to fall back on."

"If Ripley is among the survivors, she's going to know it was us."

"Yes, which means our back-up plan is going to have to be able to kill Ripley."

"Won't the third stage do the job?"

"Yes, that will work."

"So let's put this plan into action."

"To the ducts."