-Camp Campbell Xenomorph-
There were tons of things wrong at Camp Campbell.
Most of them were minor, like the mass production of Cocaine and Cocaine accesories.
Some were major, like a cargo container that came from the darkest reaches of space.
Campbell had won the thing in a poker game and promptly forgotten about it.
It had lay on the forest floor for twenty years without being disturbed.
Until now.
Pikeman had located the container and his crew was ready to bust into it.
"Snake, cut the doors."
Snake obeyed without hesitation, lifting a cutting torch he'd brought over, the chains keeping the container doors closed hit the dirt shortly after.
"Petrov, after you."
The hulking Russian child manipulated the door latches with ease, the doors coming open without any struggle.
"Jermy, lights."
Jermy Fartz lit up the night with a spotlight connected to a battery pack strapped to his back, it was the brightest thing around for miles.
"Interesting."
Pikeman stepped into the container, noting that a great deal of mist rushed out just as he stepped inside. Jermy's spotlight revealed a glass tube roughly 5 feet tall, and inside that tube was an egg.
It was unlike any egg Pikeman had ever seen before, about the size of a beach ball, he frowned ever so slightly. It may be worth something to someone, they'd have to get it out of here quick.
"Get a move on boys, Snake, Petrov, get the tube."
Snake and Petrov exchanged looks, and went to claim the glass canister, Petrov taking one end and Snake the other. They carefully lifted the tube from the container, heading for the trail.
Jermy killed the spotlight, plunging the forest into darkness once more.