Screamers: The Hunting Page #4

- Go, go, go, go, go!

Move, Danielli!

Go! Go! Go!

Bronte. Give me more cover fire.

- Romulo, take point, take point.

- Pull back. Hurry.

Move it people. Hustle, hustle!

Schwartz! Schwartz.

Bronte, look out!

- Hannah, let's get out of here!

- Screamers!

- Modulate your TABs!

- Everybody check your TABs!

Where's my TAB? I lost my TAB!

Screamers!

- Here. Take mine.

- No, man.

- Take it.

- What are you gonna...

Take it!

All right, people, we're moving out.

- Move! Move!

- I'll take forward point.

- Move! Everybody, move now!

- Move!

Bronte, look out!

Romulo!

No!

Rom?

- Go. Get them out of here.

- No.

Go!

All right, let's go! Move!

Eat this, you bastards!

This is Commander Sexton.

Come in, Medusa. Come in. Soderquist?

Do you hear me, Soderquist?

This is Commander Sexton.

Soderquist! Come in!

I'm not getting any reply.

We're going back to the Medusa now.

Sir, what about the mission?

I am not risking the lives of any more

of my crew members.

- We're leaving this planet now.

- One of those people sent the SOS.

Those people are homicidal savages.

We all knew the risks

before volunteering to do this.

I never signed up for this.

I just gave you a direct order, Lieutenant.

We are going to the Medusa now. So move.

Yes, sir.

Soderquist?

Soderquist?

- What the hell happened?

- Bronte, get us out of here.

Danielli, check the systems.

Make sure the ship is secure.

- Schwartz! Schwartz!

- Just give her a second.

I'm the commander here!

Get Soderquist down.

Commander! You better get in here.

- Our fuel cells have been drained.

- What are you talking about?

Drained. Empty.

We've got enough for basic functions.

- But we're never gonna make it home.

- I think I know why.

- Look at the security log.

- Screamer.

- Oh, my God.

- It's from yesterday.

The screamer is draining the fuel cells.

It looks just like the one at the factory.

I don't have time for your speculation.

We have a situation

that we need to deal with.

We need to find a fuel supply,

a military depot, a power source, something!

We have three days, Commander.

Face it, it's impossible.

Not necessarily. We're gonna get help.

- What are you talking about?

- Those people at the mines.

You're gonna trust those lunatics

to help us?

No, wait. Bronte is right.

They're our only shot.

We have to take the chance.

This is awful.

It's the best we could do.

He wanted to be cremated like his ancestors.

We move out at daybreak.

Lieutenant, make sure everyone has

their armor and the proper weaponry.

Let's go.

She's alone, and definitely the one

who attacked us yesterday.

- Can we outflank her?

- Yes.

- I'll go.

- No. I'll go.

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