"So why is there blood all over your clothes?" Casey asked.

"Uh...." I looked towards the crate where Fugi had hidden the bodies.

I was trying to get the handcuffs off of Casey when we heard the helicopter outside start up, I curiously went over to the window of the barn to see more military men dragging Rory towards it. I was immediately filled with anger and fear, they were taking a CHILD. I look back at Fugi and Casey, they could easily see I was worried and furious.

"They got Rory." My tone sounded hurt.

I don't know the kid very well, but I'm super worried that something bad is gonna happen to him. I could feel tears prick at my eyes, but I wiped them away before they could see. Fugi tilted his head at his name, Casey looked rather concerned as well.

"Rory, the little boy." I tell Fugi.

He then gave that "Ahhh okay" physical reaction. I swear, why does he only speak to me and no one else? Or well, use his translator. He's a confusing Predator, Yautja or whatever the hell he said. I look back out the window to see the helicopter taking off, a growl escaped my throat as the helicopter flew out of sight. I think I'm gonna have to hurt the black man who handcuffed Casey to a chair, and is looking for Fugi.

Am I racist? Oh hell no, I don't care what someone is whether it's skin color or religion. Not even sexuality. To each their own, as long as it's not shoved down my throat or forced upon me. It's none of my business otherwise of what people do. As long as they're not Satanists, I'm fine. Why am I getting political at a time like this?! Not the time!!

I heard the sound of a gun click, I turned my head to see another military man with a big handgun. Fugi apparently had cloaked as I couldn't see him, Casey began to panic as the man looked to her. It's as if he didn't even see me, wow blind much? Secretly, I was scared inside too. If I showed it, the Cons would know that I'm scared of having a gun pointed at anything around me. But then again, what human ISN'T scared of being held at gunpoint? I slowly reached for my mom's handgun as the man looked at Casey.

"No no please don't! I can work with you!" Casey pleaded.

Really Casey? Offering to work with the government, who tried to kill you, this being the SECOND time? Yeah smart move.

"I don't have much of a choice." He pointed the gun at her head.

The sound of me putting the magazine cartridge into the gun caught his attention, then aiming at me. Oh so NOW he sees me, government agents I swear.

"Put your gun down, missy. I won't hesitate to shoot you too." He warned.

"Neither will I." My finger hovered over the trigger.

He scoffed, "You wouldn't."

I raised an eyebrow, "Try me."

I noticed a large shadow coming up the staors, it was Casey's new alien dog. The dogs dreadlocks swung as it entered the loft, he then did a little sneeze. The man turned to face the hound, he shouted in surprised and fired a few bullets at the dog. But said dog was totally fine, the bullets hit it's skin and then just fell to the wooden floor. Bulletproof alien dog, nice.

The dog then began to cough, hacking and hacking. What came out of the dogs mouth surprised me, it was a grenade. A GRENADE. It still had the pin in it, which calmed me as I thought it was gonna explode. The man was about to fire again when Casey lifted the chair she sat in and swung it at the guys head, knocking him to the ground. She swung it at him again then picked up the grenade, pulling the pin and sliding it underneath the man's Kevlar vest.

Oh boy we should get out of the loft NOW. I suddenly felt myself be lifted up with ease by nothing, I yelped as my ribs still ached. I saw my bag "magically" start floating although I know it's just Fugi while he's cloaked, the Predator ran towards the railing of the loft and cleared it easily. He landed on the floor of the barn as I looked up to see Casey jump over the wooden raining, but the chair she's handcuffed to got stuck.

Seconds later, the grenade exploded and broke the chair, causing the biologist to fall to the ground. Thankfully she didn't seem to have broken anything as she sat up, pulling for a bobby pin out of her hair. Seriously?? She could've done that 5 minutes ago! Fugi uncloaked, put me down gently and handed me my bag. The alien dog then approached Casey as it was sniffing around her cautiously.

But then we heard Matt and Nebraska's, the chill black guy, voices. The dog then took off out the barn door as the two men came in carrying big rifles.

"You alright?" Matt asked as he helped Casey to her feet.

"Yeah...we're fine." She sounded out of breath.

"Jesus girl, what happened to you?" Nebraska asked me.

He must be talking about my bloodstained clothes.

"I killed 2 armed military men with only a knife and a pencil, now we need to find out where those guys went and get Rory back! But first I might want a change..." I said.

"Good idea. And nice job, little girl! First kill at what, 15?" Nebraska asked.

"Boy, I'm 20!" I said as I headed out of the barn door towards the run down RV.

Nebraska looked at Matt and Casey, "She looks hella young for 20, am I right?"

* * * *

After Sky had changed out of her bloody clothes, she regrouped with Fugi, Matt, Casey, Nebraska and a man named Lynch, the others had gone off to find a better vehicle.

"So when are your friends coming back here?" Sky asked.

There was a sound of another helicopter, only this one sounded different. Everyone there looked up into the sky to see the helicopter, but this one had a picture of two women on it. Two members of their team sat in the back while the shaggy haired man was piloting the aerial vehicle and landed safely.

"Come on!! Get in!!" One shouted.

"I'm guessing right now." Matt replied.

They all began sprinting to the helicopter, each of them jumping into an empty seat. It surprisingly fit all of them, but barely. The Predator sat next to the young girl of course, but it was clear he did not enjoy being in such a cramped place with what would be considered his game. Yet he was protecting one, the human who had risked her own life to save his. Sky placed her hand on his as a hope to calm him. He immediately noticed and looked towards her, clicking could be heard from under his mask.

"It's alright, Fugi. I promise." She smiled.

Fugi only stared at her, then he slowly closed his significantly larger hand around hers as he clicked softly.

"Yo bitches, this is crazy!" The man with Tourette's syndrome shouted over the helicopter.

"Yeah, I don't like this!" His best friend shouted.

"Oh so you wanna talk soldier, huh? Fine. You haven't touched a gun in years and now you've got a gun in your hands! We've shot ourself in the head and walked to the fucking hospital with a bullet in our heads. Huh?! Come on, we're soldiers!!" Matt said in a powerful voice.

Sky looked away from Fugi, "Technically I'm not a soldier, and who shot themselves?!"

Nebraska raised his hand and laughed, her jaw dropped as she looked at his scar.

"Remind me to slap you really hard when this is over, you crazy motherfucker!!" She shouted.

He only laughed more as they followed the alien dog running through the trees, for it was following the little autistic boys scent.