Heart of the Hunt

(THIS IS AN FANFIC BY ME REGARDING PREDATOR AN ALIENS)

Been working on this plot for awhile so I was finally able to create the characters. I even made myself the lead XD hehe... ♥

© Script, Storyline, and Development of Characters belong to me. Yautja and Xenomorph's I do not own.

Yautja's and Xenomorph's are own and developed creatures by someone else.

This is a FanFic.

Enjoy!

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I'd stared at the man in charged of this mission. His mouth moving with the slight dance of his dark gray mustache above his lip as he yelled. It was mostly due to the metal propellers choppering at the atoms and particles in the air leaving us with the sound of this entire helicopter moving its way through the sky. The other part was due to him being a strict sergeant.

Though I wasn't in the military, arm forces, or anything related to government action, I did have to listen to the instructions given. It was hard to hear with the air blowing against us as we flew through the air; for some reason they left the door open, I guess due to an immediate drop needing to be taken place.

"We've set up the camp two days ago in the area, the troops are lined on the perimeter of the site set with ready to kill." He yell or spoke loudly, I couldn't tell, I was sure the tense veins in his neck were permanent.

"For what exactly?" The voice to my left asked. I peaked at the person from the corner of my eye glancing at the male who'd just opened his mouth. He sat there listening intensely at the man. His jaw locked, eyes stuck, hands clenched around his weapon. The army uniform explained it all.

"We don't know exactly." The man shouted back over the propellers. The helicopter tilted, the wind changing as it blew up our skin. I shivered opening my eyes from the dust, the copter approaching the ground. "There's been reports of strange objects located on our surveillance system."

"Objects?"

"From the systems we are able to locate the direction and speed, but not the true size. Its to believe our solar system is being infiltrated." He informed. My jaw dropped at the words scratching at my ears.

This wasn't necessarily surprising to me due to one; There's no science or information that could prove alien life force to be nonexistent. And two; the government has and will always cover up any acts of strangest that's meant to set humans into panic. But the fact that they've actually called on me for assistance with an inside job on the government for extraterrestrial participation was beyond my words.

"Just because of the objects? It could be debris from the rockets NASA sent out a week ago." A male stated, this guy sat directly across from me. Thick glassed framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, his face narrow with soft cheek bones. Unlike most of the people he looked out place here like me. A grey tux covered his body, a red tie holding his shirt on him as he fixed his black hair.

"I'll assure you the last Rocket dispatch was over five months ago." Sergeant Haynes stated. The man drew back into his seat shutting up from questioning.

"Aliens?"

"Unknown Life form." My heart skipped, the throbbing beats picking back up slamming against my rib cage. I knew it.

Finally, after all of these years mankind has been waiting for the answer; wanting to know and now we do.

We are not alone.

"Currently our men are locking up all of the information on the reported sightings around the globe." Haynes informed. He kicked past the dirt, his boots scuffing at the dry surface like the rest of us.. Well, most of us. While the trained soldiers followed us to the formed tents with their army boots, and thus nerdy guy with his dress shoes, I was alone walking in flip flops.