Predators Page #4

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Oh, sh*t!

Come on. Come on.

F***ing shoot!

Shoot already!

F***

all of you!

Is he dead? Why ain't you smiling? Oh, sh*t.

NIKOLAI:
The thing from the cages.

Maybe it thought we're the ones

who dropped it here.

ROYCE:
Good shot, though.

I missed.

MAN:
Over here.

Over here.

Over here.

Turn around.

What the f*** are you?

I'm alive.

You talk too loud.

Smelled you since you got here.

If I can smell you,

if I can hear you,

they can, too.

Storm coming soon. This way.

ISABELLE:
Wait.

Who are you?

Noland,

run away,

live to fight another day.

I'm the one that got away.

The one you don't f*** with.

Come on.

Feel the vibe of this place.

ISABELLE:
Where are we?

NOLAND:
It's a drill somebody left behind.

The machine is dead,

but the power source ain't.

STANS:
Wow, what a shithole.

You live here?

Oh, no. No. This is my summer home.

I winter in the Riviera.

The schools are so much nicer there.

And the men...

Ooh, la, la!

By the way, you're welcome.

How have you survived?

Salvaging what I can, when I can,

from whatever I can.

Oh.

Noland, Ronald.

Air Cav.

They...

They drop you all in, too?

Yeah.

Hmm.

What a rush.

Hey.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Hey, Agent Orange,

you wanna put that down?

Certain people around here

are particular about other people

messing with their sh*t.

Very important, though.

Disrupts the heat signature.

You motherfuckers.

So, you killed one?

Uh-uh.

I killed two.

Maybe three.

I can't remember. Anyway,

there's two different types of them

out there.

Hmm? Now they're similar,

but they're different.

It's kind of like the difference

between dogs and wolves.

The ones that are running things up there,

the larger ones, hunt the smaller ones.

It's some kind of blood feud, I guess.

Been going on for a long time.

They do this just for sport?

Oh, yeah, they bring in fresh meat

season after season.

I mean, sh*t you wouldn't believe.

Bring it in,

and hunt it and kill it. In that order.

How long you been here, man?

Uh...

Seven seasons, I think.

What? Ten?

Damn.

Anyway, every once in a while,

one of us kills one of them.

And, let me tell you,

that's when they get real interested.

See, they learn quick. They adapt.

They develop a whole new set of skills.

They come back the next season

in threes, always in threes.

Their armor might've changed,

or their weapons have changed,

or their tactics have changed.

It's amazing.

So, it's like evolution.

They're trying to make themselves

into better killers.

Mmm-hmm.

You said they come back.

How?

They got a ship.

- A ship?

- Yeah.

It's 30 yards from their camp.

I told you they wouldn't see it.

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