Xenomorphic

Chapter 12: Aliens Vs Predators Part 2

Zoё stood up, "Regardless of whether or not the girl is Poseidon's or man's, it's clear that the mortals have made her into a weapon. I cannot stand by and watch as a maiden is used in such a way."

Other Huntresses began to stand as well, their hands gripping their bows.

Artemis smiled at her surrogate daughters' determination. She had taught them well. But a rescue would have to wait.

"I admire your passion, Lieutenant, and rest assured, all of you, that we will rescue this child, but now. She is locked in a battle that demands on a primal level that she fights the Yautja. And there is only one other species I can think of that fights against them with such vigor."

"The Kainde Amedha," Zoё breathed.

Artemis nodded gravely, "By method of perverse science, this girl has been turned into a hybrid between the two species. Now be silent, the battle is about to resume."

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There were many ways Subject 3 could go about doing this.

First and most obvious was to use stealth to get in close and deliver a swift and decisive killing blow. The second way was to use long-range tactics: her extendable tail, acid spews, and projectile claws. The third way was to use some mind manipulation, try to wrestle control of the Predator's mind and force him to commit suicide. The fourth way was perhaps the most unfair: use her seismic powers and send him down into the depths below. The fifth way, use the munitions left by Celtic and Wave, i.e. their Smart Discs, combi sticks, mines and knives. The sixth way was to rig a bunch of traps and lure the Predator into them.

Then there was the seventh way. Upfront, balls-to-the-wall, see-what you're-made-of, mud-slinging, spit-flying, hair-pulling, life-or-death, one-on-one, all-or-nothing...fist fighting. Subject 3 used to have testicles, but those plasma casters were going to be one helluva problem.

With a grin of anticipation, the Godly/Human/Alien hybrid set out to prove her superiority for the final time.

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"Leaving?" Max asked disbelievingly. "Without Three?"

Jeb nodded gravely, "Subject 3 is perfectly capable of surviving on her own. Once she returns and finds out that we have left, she will quickly escape herself. I doubt it will be very long before she finds us."

"Yeah, but...we can't just leave without her. She helped make our escape plan, leaving before she's back just feels...wrong." Iggy said.

Jeb wasn't budging, "The Director and Groves have left, and with them most of the Erasers. Right now, the School is least secure it's ever been. Now is the perfect time to leave. You think Subject 3 has stayed here because she felt like it? The only thing that kept her here for the past year was all of you. Without you here, she will quickly destroy this facility, and find us. Then we'll all be able to begin new lives," he finished with a sincere smile, straight from his heart.

"But-" Max began to protest, but she was cut off by Angel, "No, he's right. The plan we had S-3 was good, but there too many variables, too many things that would and could go wrong. Jeb knows the security codes and guard patrol routes, easily giving us access to freedom. Besides, Subject 3 can get out of here on her own. Now, let's go!" She cheered and raced down the hallway.

Max face palmed. Leave it to the chibi-telepath to act all serious one second, and then completely juvenile the next. "Well you heard our mascot. Let's go."

Jeb and grinned and sped down the hallway, his children hot on his heels.

A few lies and security requests had most of the Erasers elsewhere in the School, those still around could be either avoided or neutralized without much problem. Jeb had also taken the liberty of setting the security cameras on a video loop, making him and the Flock invisible. The white-coat personnel was limited today, anyone here was either in the middle of an experiment, or watching porn on their computers.