Screamers: The Hunting Page #3

but came back to pick up all the pieces.

- That's sick. Why would anyone do that?

- Not anyone, Schwartzy.

We're talking machines.

And the reason is simple.

There was a shortage of raw materials.

Pun intended.

Bones for parts?

But these are just machines.

Right, Bronte?

So, what, did their batteries just die out?

They have this failsafe design

that limits their running time.

Guys, let's go.

Quit playing around with that thing.

We have to make it back to the Medusa.

What is this?

Commander?

You might want to take a look at this.

Can you believe this?

This place is massive.

There's so many of them.

I had no idea.

We're not gonna have enough time

to get back to the Medusa before nightfall.

- Okay, we bunk here tonight.

- Great. Home sweet home.

Some of the glove melted in there.

God, what a mess.

You know, if the screamers really butchered

their creators on Sirius 6B,

just imagine what they'd do back on Earth.

But those are just stories.

We don't really know what happened here,

do we?

We have Colonel Hendrickson's

final transmissions.

The delusional ravings

of a shell-shocked soldier.

You know, the cyber-technology alone

would be worth a small fortune.

"A small fortune"?

Try "enough to buy a planet."

It's not gonna happen.

Alliance Central has put a total ban

on importing any screamer technology

to Earth.

The Alliance thinks the screamers

are just a plague waiting to happen.

Charge target.

Connect.

Download all the files.

Everything in the hard drive.

Come on. Come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on.

Are you back?

Danielli?

Guys?

Gentlemen?

Looks like one of the larger

berynium mines.

I'm getting a life-form reading from inside.

Let's go check it out.

- Get down!

- Take cover!

Defensive positions!

- Can you see anything up there?

- No, I can't see anything.

Bronte, I'm blind. I need you to be my eyes.

I need numbers and a location.

They've dug in deep, Commander.

Ten to 15 of them.

I can get them with this.

Just drop something in close.

Give them a taste of the fire power.

Let them know we mean business here.

I think you got their attention.

Hello! Can you hear me up there?

Commander, I see two scouts.

They're both positioned

on the ridge above you.

We're from Earth! Do you understand?

We've come to help you!

"We're from Earth! We've come to help you!"

Kiss my ass!

Madden!

- I'll cover you.

- Okay.

You are not hit!

You see, Schwartz, you do care.

- How is he?

- He's fine.

If they sent the SOS,

they've got a strange way of asking for help.

Okay, this is a kill zone here.

We got to make it downhill.

Bronte, you cover!

- Let's move!

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