AVP Fanfiction

\\Chapter 2

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Nolan pulled onto the main road, driving slowly. Bear Ridge was a small, quiet Alaskan town, always covered in snow year round. There were only a few vehicles driving by, and only a few residents outside, mainly just gathering firewood or yard work. The snow coming down was almost too thick to see through. Nolan spotted a glowing red sign. 'Foothills Lodge' The downpour was too thick to see through now and he didn't want to risk wrecking. "Okay, we're going to stay here for a night and then we'll call an electrician in the morning." said Nolan pulling into a parking space and turning off the vehicle. He sat back in his seat and sighed heavily. "You want me to pay man?" asked Ambrose, obviously seeing he was very tired. "No, I will. You need every penny." he said getting out.

Ambrose awoke to the ringing of his phone. He picked it up and slammed it back down. "Damn wake up calls." He got up and headed into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He wasn't a very big man, at just under five nine and just over one-forty, he was pale with blue eyes and dark brown hair that came down below his ears. He put his clothes on and headed out into the lobby. It was a big room, with a large fireplace illuminating it. He yawned and saw a group of people talking near the large flat screen television, he saw one of them holding up what appeared to be a large crab looking thing. "It was latched onto his face and..." was all he could make out before walking up to Nolan and Ash who were sitting on a couch. "Is the power back on?" asked Ambrose. Nolan nodded. "What's going on over there?" asked Ash looking over her shoulder. Nolan shrugged. "They found a guy laying face down in the snow next to our truck, when they turned him over that thing was attached to his face, the police then found him dead, looked like someone had just shot him in the chest with a shotgun, I wasn't there, just what I heard from them." This was strange, but all Ambrose could think about was getting back to work, just last year he was lazy, and lethargic, yet now, he was almost a workaholic. "So when are we going?" asked Ash.

They arrived back to see the whole place taped off and a whole bunch of black trucks and a helicopter outside the outpost, there were men all around the large crater now. The trio got out. "What the hell is going on?" asked Nolan. "Oh, glad you could arrive. You must be the owner of this place." said a heavyset man walking up to Nolan. "I'm Glenn Bogart, glad you could arrive, and you are?" "Nolan Moran. These are my associates Ambrose Connor and Ashley Miller, we run the weather outpost... um, what is going on here?" he asked, with a fake smile. A heavyset police officer then walked up to him and whispered something in his ear. Bogart nodded and turned back to Nolan. "I think it would be best if you came back tomorrow, or, how about just relocating, this place is under quarantine." he said, with a smile so fake Ambrose almost laughed. Nolan didn't smile at all. "Sir... what is going on here?" He asked. "Just leave." Bogart replied, still smiling. "No, tell me, what the hell is going on here." Bogart shook his head. "I... I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Mr. Moran. Leave now.. or there will be trouble." Ambrose noticed a group of police officers watching them. "Nolan, let's just go." said Ambrose. "You're being shut down." he said. "Leave." "My work here isn't finished." replied Nolan. "Let's go." retorted Ambrose curtly. Bogart's smile disappeared. "It is now."

Nolan stepped back to the truck, climbing into the seat. Ambrose joined him, and Ashley climbed into the back. Nolan rested his head on the steering wheel. "Hey, let's, let's just go back to the lodge." said Ambrose. "I think it's time for a break anyway, not to mention, we can get out of this freezing hellhole, and go back to, well, where it's warm." said Ambrose trying to cheer him up. Nolan started the truck. "You're right, being negative is only going to attract more negative things." As Nolan pulled out, Ambrose felt a presence by the window, like, somebody was there... he just didn't see them.

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The next day, they arrived back to see, everyone... gone. It was roped off again, with a different color tape. There were investigators everywhere. Ambrose threw up when he nearly tripped over a human head. "Officer, what the hell happened here?" Nolan asked a nearby police officer. The officer shrugged. Some people came in and wiped the place clean, there were over a dozen bodies, I'm glad you all weren't here.

Over the next few days, people began dissappearing, from both the town and surrounding towns. There were also strange animal sightings. Ambrose figured it was just bears, but he wasn't sure. It didn't feel right. Something was strange, dark, with the stench of death in the air. Ambrose managed to get a job driving log trucks back and forth in and out of the city, and it was confusing, very confusing, since it seemed like it was night all the time. His boss was a strange man who Ambrose only knew as Hank, a large man with long hair and a thick beard, he kind of reminded him of a bear. The two only talked when Hank was giving him a job to do, not to mention he was very rude. Ambrose hated being in his presence, but it was the only job he could get. Hank had just finished berating an out of towner when he interrupted Ambrose as he was getting into his truck. "Hey, new guy!" Ambrose had hoped he could get away with the load he had, and avoid Hank all day, it was too good to be true. "Get over here!" Ambrose slinked back out of the truck, slamming the door. As Ambrose approached he stood there with his arms crossed, looking back and forth between him and the truck. "You call that a load?" he asked. Ambrose shrugged. "You're gonna get more firewood, you understand... you've only been with us for..." chills ran down Ambrose's spine... someone was behind him... standing there, but Hank didn't seem to notice. Ambrose always had that trait. Everytime he sensed someone was coming down the hall to his bedroom as a child, there had always been either his mom or younger brother, standing there at his door. Whenever he had sensed someone was there, he was always right. Hank was snapping at him now. Ambrose quickly nodded fakely, and turned around. Nobody was there... but... there was, they were still standing there, but, nobody was there. He then slowly reached his hand out. "Hey! Turn around." As his hand touched something that wasn't there... he screamed and fell backwards. "WHAT THE HELL!" was all that managed to escape from his mouth. There had been someone... or something there. He noticed twigs breaking, and footprints appearing in the snow, but nothing there. What he had felt had been warm, and clamy, not human skin... it was... blending in with its environment. Hank had seen it too. "Okay, i'm gonna kill that rat sonovabitch right now!" said Hank grabbing an axe. Ambrose shook his head. "No.. no don't do it." Ambrose grabbed the axe but Hank whirled around, hitting him right in the nose. Ambrose's nose began bleeding. "You asshole!" Ambrose retaliated by kicking Hank right in the face. Hank stumbled back holding his jaw, dropping the Axe. Ambrose then got to his feet and reeled back about to hit him, but the large man caught his fist and hit him square in the chest, sending him to the ground. Ambrose got back up but the man tripped him and kicked him right in the ribs. Ambrose screamed in pain. "Stay down, you little wimp." Hank grabbed the Axe and disappeared into the forest. "I hope you get what you deserve!" said Ambrose, still lying on the ground, holding his broken nose.

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Hank walked through the ankle deep snow, the massive trees casting large shadows across the ground. He held his axe tight in his hands. Then, he heard something that sounded like 'purring' or 'clicking'. He whirled around, backing into trees, and holding his axe tightly against his self. "Where are ya!" He screamed. Now he wasn't so confident. He was scared... really scared. He heard the noise again. "Sh... show yo...yourself!" He said. Whirling around again. Then he heard a tree branch cracking and something landing heavily behind him. He screamed and ran, dropping his axe and running wildly into the woods. He then tripped over something large. He turned around to see one of his workers, flayed, his skin removed, and blood everywhere. He screamed louder than he had ever screamed in his life. Screamed until something threw him into the tree behind him.

He coughed up blood as he fell to the ground. "What do you want from me!?" he screamed through sobs. He looked all around, holding his head, and screamed some more. He was cut short as he was hit again. This time with something metal, and across the head. He screamed and got to his feet. "I'm not going down without a fight!" he screamed. Then he felt something hit him hard in the chest. Then he was hit again from the side, sent flying into a tree. Whatever was attacking him, there were more of them... there was atleast two. He was hit again, he heard a sickening crack as his arm snapped backwards. He screamed, and then it all went dark as he felt something stab through his chest. The last vision before he died was a large metal 'pole' appear out of nowhere.
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Ambrose was running faster than he ever had. He scrambled into the driver's seat of his truck and quickly began trying to start it. "Come on! START!" He screamed as he heard footsteps approaching. "You motherf**ker!" Ambrose heard Hank's voice... but he realized it wasn't Hank... he had heard him scream, he was sure the whole town did. Suddenly the truck started and Ambrose sped off, forgetting to close the tailgate as his haul spilled out behind him. Ambrose caught a glimpse of a shape appear behind him in his mirror, and he floored it. The shape had just been standing there, appearing out of nowhere, just standing there, staring at him as he sped away. Then.. out of nowhere, a bright blue orb erupted from its shoulder and impacted with the back of the truck, sending it flying off the cliff.

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When Ambrose awoke he had been asleep for days, as the snow was piled up atop the truck, which was lying on it's back. Ambrose felt dried blood on his head and two deep gashes across his forehead and nose. He crawled out and got up onto his knees, he realized his leg was hurt bad, possibly broken. He was able to put a little pressure on it. He got up and scurried his way up the hill. More dead bodies. As he managed to hobble his way to the nearest gas station to ask for directions he noticed the gas station was deserted, and all was quiet... save for a constant eerie 'breathing' sound. As he approached, looking for any sign of someone, he knocked on the door, first lightly, then heavily. He moved on... searching for somebody... anybody... nobody in sight, at all.

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Ambrose continued, going by buildings, knocking a couple of times, entering some that were open, then continuing onwards. Mostly everyone was gone. He stopped to ask a few solitary civilians, but they simply looked at him with their wild-eyed stares like animals and ran off, driven insane, but by what? He finally managed to find an old woman, who seemed to just be sitting there on a bench, staring off into space. As he got closer he realized she was blind, her pupils an eerie white. "Ma'am, do you have any idea what's happening?" he asked. She continued to stare off onwards. No use. He continued to the lodge.

Anybody reading this?

yes, (good story by the way)

(Next helping of badass.)

\\Chapter 3

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The Predator Mother Ship was quiet. The Leader Yautja was a blooded warrior, he had fought the Hard Meat before, just not in this quantity. He saw the screens showing hive break-outs all around Earth, on the Continents the humans called America, and Europe. The screens viewed human soldiers fighting the hard meat in both desert, jungle, and tundra environments. There were hundreds of hives, something must have been releasing them, but what. A large yautja with an angular bio helmet, designs carved into it, approached him, handing him a data pad. The warrior pressed a button and he saw a 'W' symbol appear on it, and when he translated it, it said, 'Weyland Industries were the ones responsible for releasing the hard meat from the subterrain prisons. "Cjit!" growled the warrior, throwing the PDA on the floor, smashing it into bits. The hard meat now had to be stopped using military means, the hunt was impossible now, now... they had to go to war. The first strike team of roughly a dozen soldiers had been sent to the area marked 'Iraq', where an Alien hive had sprouted up in a desert down.

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Corporal Nathan Zimmer fired away at the strange new creatures with his M4 Carbine. The first ones were like oversized scorpion type things, were much larger, but these new creatures could turn invisible, and they had ranged weapons. The rounds ripped through the stomach of one of the hunters, the spray of green gore littering the ground. Zimmer finished it off with a knife to the spine, or where he figured it would be. "Sir! There are roughly eleven more!" said Private JP Lissome to the Sergeant. "Good, I want a clean sweep, we need to toast the rat shit sons of bitches before the company shows up. Mr. Weyland isn't getting his 'specimens' like he asked." said Sergeant Lawson. "Give 'em hell marines." As the squad of five advanced the sun bright in the sky beat down on him, and toasting his gun, making it hot. As they moved into the village they were attacked by another one of the hunters.
It dropped down from the top level, fragging Private Gibbs, "Open fire!" yelled Lawson. They took the beast down quick, a hail of gunfire was no match for its armor. "Damnit! Gibbs!" yelled Lawson. "C'mon sir, here they come!" yelled Zimmer, shouldering his weapon, aiming down the sight. Half a dozen of them or so uncloaked several meters in front of them. As they did so, Zimmer's heart skipped a beat. "You have got... to be f**king shitting me..." said the sarge. His heart skipped yet another beat as a huge ass one with a damn axe uncloaked infront of them. "What are you waiting for... fire FIRE!" Yelled Lawson as the team opened fire. They were quick, lighting fast, running and swinging from rafters. One of them managed to lodge two into Private Wilson, and Zimmer caught a spear-like projectile in the shoulder. He screamed and fired in the direction it came from, on the rooftops somewhere. Another one hit Lissome in the leg. "We've got a sniper!" yelled Zimmer as the predators approached the now four man team. Lissome tried to run, but the nearest predator picked him up and benched him. Lawson managed to take it down before it could rip him in half, but another predator moved in and split his skull with his wrist knives. "Shit! The Sarge is down! Zimmer, you're in charge now!" said Lissome. Zimmer got on his tac com. "Second squad move in!" The five man back-up squad moved in, amongst them Hendrickson, a heavy gunner with an M60E4. "Open fire" Zimmer said as Hendrickson growled, "Eat this!" he opened fire with all the rest, until six predator bodies littered the alley. Krowe, the Corpseman, was the only casualty, suffering a head injury from the mysterious spear-like object that had pierced Zimmer's shoulder. The Sniper was still out there, prowling the rooftops. Zimmer counted the bodies, six, and from the looks of it, the Axeman was as well. Then, out of nowhere, the massive Axe wielding hunter appeared behind Hendrickson and impaled him with the sharp end of the weapon, throwing him aside like a ragdoll.

They opened fire, but were unable to kill the massive Yautja before it layed waste to four of their squad members. Zimmer, Lissome, and the remaining Private, Thompson, the comm tech, formed up. "Okay, as you know, we've still got a sniper up there to take down." said Zimmer. "Who knows how many more are out there? It could be like ten to one!" Zimmer grabbed Lissome by his collar. "I need you to focus devildog, we need to focus and take this thing out, we can beat 'em, hoo-rah." Thompson nodded. "Now move out, Thompson take point."

The trio moved down a side alley. Sure enough, they were shot at. Zimmer managed to avoid some near fatal shots to the leg as did the other two. Zimmer, still moving, fired up, along with the other two. He caught a glimpse of it on the rooftops but only hit the metal, the bullets ricocheting off. "Keep moving!" yelled Zimmer. They turned a corner, the beast was still shooting at them. Their bullets again missed their target, save Lissome's who actually hit, green blood seeping down to the ground. "Don't let it escape!" As they rounded another corner, Lissome spotted a ladder, and began to ascend, followed by Zimmer and Thompson. As they arrived at the top, they spotted four more of them. Two looked like generic ones, with the strange wrist augmented blades, and shoulder cannons, one of them was the sniper that had been stalking them, sleeker armor, with spikes in a row down the center of its bio helmet, and a hunter with thick armor, and a large cylinder shaped object attached to its back. Just then, a chopper appeared, and the gun opened fire, but then was taken out by one of the Sniper's what appeared to be a 'Shuriken', which returned to his grasp. That is when the two other predators opened fire on Zimmer's team, and the pilot came over his tac com. "Corporal Zimmer, we have identified the one with the package, it's a bomb, you need to take it out!" Zimmer noticed the 'W' on the helicopter. "Open fire!" yelled Zimmer, dodging the plasma projectiles fired by the two, and as the sniper proceeded to follow the bomb carrier.

Zimmer took out one, and Thompson took out the other with a few blasts from his Shotgun. The trio pursued the extra-terrestrial duo, with Lissome in the rear, his S12 out and ready. As they finally cornered the duo on the corner of a building. Zimmer ordered Lissome to take out the bomb carrier. He took out the Sniper instead, firing at his head, blasting his skull into peices. "Damnit! I mean the other one!" But before Lissome could open fire the Bomb Carrier threw a Shuriken like device as well, slicing Thompson in half. "Damnit! Open fire!" Lissome then scored a direct shot at the predator's torso, blasting him off the rooftop. This is when Zimmer, as he peered over the edge, noticed the cylindrical object light up on the predator's back. "Oh no..."

"GET TO THE CHOPPER!" yelled Zimmer, scrambling aboard, helping Lissome as well. "GO! NOW!" Yelled Zimmer to the pilot. The chopper sped off into the horizon, just barely escaping the blast, which in turn decimated the entire village.

"Sergeant Zimmer?" said the Pilot. "You and Lance Corporal Lissome are being re-assigned..." Zimmer held up a hand. "I'm a Corporal." he said. The Pilot shook his head. Not anymore, I got word you've been promoted, congratulations, Sarge. While the general was a little displeased the entire town got destroyed, it was abandoned anyway. So, you're being re-assigned near "Bear Ridge, Alaska" you should be there in several days, there's a quarantine issue going on, they say it may be linked to the previous incident." he continued. "Anyway, good luck..."

I'll have Ch4 up later.

\\Chapter 4

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Leader cursed as the screen went blank. An entire strike team of their warriors had been wiped out by inferior 'Ooman' numbers? Leader shook his head in disappointment. He ordered the lesser bloods to prep his gear. He decided to join the original three un bloods that were originally supposed to be hunting. They would link up with the eight military personnel positioned around the human town of 'Bear Ridge'. As the ship passed over the small town, he ordered the navigator to stop the ship, put it in hover. He saw the ship stop and activate its cloak. Hopefully this would prevent this ship from crashing, unlike the last one which possessed all of the hard meat seeds.

He approached the drop-pod, he hadn't been in one in several years. He nodded to the other three and they entered. As soon as Leader was strapped in, he felt his pod lurch away from the ship. Soon, the pod crashed into the ground.

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Ambrose continued on to the outpost. As he made his way around to the back he noticed the door to the storage garage slam shut. He waded through the snow to it, pulling the door open through the snow. As he stepped in, he turned around and closed the door behind him, pulling in some snow with him. He heard footsteps on the catwalk above. He called out, "Who's there!?" No reply. He ascended the steps to find Ashley curled up in the corner, a blanket pulled up over her. Ambrose relaxed, he had feared it was one of the creatures. "Hey Ash, god I thought you were dead." He crouched down next to her, pulling off his coat and wrapping it around her. "Are you okay?" he asked her. She shivered and simply whispered. "They were everywhere... they... they came like beasts from the blackness... with their tails and teeth and claws they grabbed them, everyone." Ambrose hesitated. This didn't sound like, anything like the thing he saw in the woods, it was roughly seven foot, humanoid, with blades coming out of its arms, they didn't have tails or teeth he was aware of. "Where is Nolan, Ash?" Ashley just kept murmuring mindlessly. Ambrose stood up and shook his head. "Don't do this Ash, we can make it." Ambrose had known her all his life, they were practically siblings. Ambrose knew what he had to do. He picked Ash up, putting her arm over his shoulder, he noticed she had a deep gash running down her left leg. "Don't worry Ash, I'm getting you outta here." he said. As they made their way down the steps, Ambrose heard the clicking again.

Ambrose remembered Nolan kept an M9 in the supply cabinet under the stairs. He set Ash down slowly, who continued murmuring, and slowly approached the cabinet, opening it slowly, ever so slowly, and almost as slowly as he had approached it, grabbed the gun and the clips, shoving them into his pockets, then, quickly, he turned around and fired in the direction of the sound, hitting nothing but air. He heard clanging on the upper level. He turned around, aiming up just in time to see the hunter jump down and hit him across the chest, sending him flying into a wall. The gun slid across the floor. Ambrose looked up just in time to see the Hunter draw his wrist blades and uncloak. His armor was black with glowing red lenses. Ambrose raised his arms and waited for death, but, to his horror, something larger, more terrifying had risen up behind the creature.

Ambrose watched in stunned silence as an eight foot monstrosity appeared behind the hunter, its large banana-shape head appearing first and a large tail after wards. The Hunter was facing the creature, also stunned it drew its wrist blades but was too slow, the monster grabbed the hunter by his neck and lifted him into the air, the Hunter kicked his legs but to no avail, the monster drove a long muscular tongue like appendage through the Hunter's head, green gore splatting on the wall behind them. Ash screamed and Ambrose grabbed Ash and ran out the door. He closed it behind him, but the massive beast smashed the door frame, sending the door flying off the hinges.

I'll have up Chapter 5 when I know some more people are reading this.

C'mon, what's the point of posting if nobody is going to read? =\

Don't get yourself down. It's probably just that no one's replying. I wish this place had a 'looks/replies' count next to the thread title like other forums do.

Yeah, since I don't know I'm going to be asking that alot, lol. Ch5 incoming!!!

\\Chapter 5


Ambrose scurried up atop the complex, pulling Ash up onto the roof. Her feet had been just inches away from the creature snapping at her feet. Suddenly, the creature leapt onto the roof in a single jump. It was there, towering over them. It hissed and roared, its faceless maw drooling heavily. With several heavy steps it approached them. Ambrose held Ash tightly. "Just... just go away." was all Ambrose said. As the creature reared back its tail, preparing to strike, it was tackled by one of the hunters. A larger one, atleast seven feet tall, with a rigid mask. The hunter grabbed the stunned alien by its tail and threw it down to the ground, where three other hunters uncloaked. Ambrose's beanie flew off as a helicopter flew by, circling back around and lowering. "Get in!" said an older man, a "W" on the side of the chopper. Ambrose climbed aboard and was greeted by six Marines, one of them 'Sgt. Zimmer' the Pilot introduced himself as Charles Bishop Weyland. Ambrose was stunned. "Wait... the Mr. Weyland? Founder of Weyland industries, holy shit it's a pleasure to meet you sir!" said Ambrose, shaking the man's hand. He motioned for the pilot to take off. The last image Ambrose got before they disappeared over the treetops was that of the four hunters fighting the monster.

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Leader took a solid tail thwack to the face, sent flying to the ground, holding his jaw. He watched as Celtic and Gill wrestled with the beast, however it was too strong, it threw the duo off of it and fled into the forest. Celtic looked at Leader, who smirked and ran off after the Chopper, motioning for his hunting party to follow. They did so. The Humans would lead them to the hive grounds, and even better yet, they would finally be able to claim the skull of the one called 'Weyland'.

Celtic had not realized that Greed had stolen his ornamental dagger for his own as he trekked along behind the trio, completely confident in his ability to succeed. When their Leader perished, he would be the new leader, and yet, Greed did not realize Gill's envy, which was so powerful that he just might kill Greed to get his place. Favored one of Leader, pfft, he did not deserve such honor as being the preferred one of the Master.

Leader's plan of attack was thought out, planned. They would wait for the humans to get butchered and then they would plant the bomb carried by Celtic, and evacuate. It wasn't a typical warhead, like the self-destruct bomb typically used in hunts, it was an anti-hard meat bomb, instantly vaporizing any living material, sapient or not, in a radius of roughly 3 miles. One had gone off during the fight with the Ooman soldiers in the desert location earlier that week. Leader planned to meet up with the second hunting party there, and together the two would strike joint effectively on two fronts. They may be outnumbered by an obviously stronger foe, so what if the hard meat were stronger, faster, and more resilient than a predator? They were smarter, more intelligent, they would win, Leader knew this. He hoped he was right.

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"So, where are we going Mr. Weyland?" asked Ambrose. Weyland simply retorted, "To find the single greatest discovery in human history." Ambrose was puzzled. Sergeant Zimmer leaned in to Ambrose. "I wouldn't trust him." he whispered. Ambrose leaned forward. "What's going on?" he asked. "We're going into the cave system that runs underneath these mountains, apparently, the whole mountain is hollow, Mr. Weyland says we're going cave diving." Ambrose shook his head. "Mr. Weyland, I have a friend back there, we have to turn around." said Ambrose, desperate. Weyland shook his head. "Your friend is already dead if you did not find him." he replied curtly. "Why are we going caving?" asked Ambrose. "There is tale of an ancient artifact buried deep within the mountain, I prefer to get to it before somebody else does, and I need all of you." he said. "You don't need me, I'm just a weather man." Ambrose replied dryly. "I have also heard you're a great writer." Hopeless, Ambrose turned back. Zimmer leaned back in. "He's lying, we're going on a suicide mission. He's trying to take us directly into the heart of it all." Ambrose knew something had to be done. "Mr. Weyland... I... I know what you're doing, I know what you want. And I'm telling you, you're making a terrible mistake." said Ambrose. He could see Weyland's eyes go distant. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He had to. "I'm sorry." was all he said. Ambrose knew it couldn't be done. No matter how hard he tried, he could never save them. It was already too late. The chopper landed, and the crew piled out, grabbing their gear.