They move on. Isabelle remains back, aims her rifle at him, a mercy shooting. The bullet rips through his back. She moves on and then freezes in complete disbelief as she hears Cuchillo continue to call for help - his voice mimicked by a Predator.
Moving further through the jungle, Royce pauses the group to inspect something on the ground.
EDWIN: What are we going to do?
ISABELLE: We should go to higher ground.
EDWIN: Really? We're trapped on an Alien hunting planet. You think the solution is to . . . walk more?
ROYCE: It wants us to run. That's how it hunts. This is it's jungle, it's game, it's rules. If we run, we die.
ISABELLE: What's the alternative?
ROYCE: We need to know who we are dealing with. Dog tracks go that way. We go after it.
They follow the quadrupeds' tracks to a hunting encampment.
ROYCE (to Isabelle looking through her sniper scope): What?
ISABELLE (whispers): No movement.
Throughout the site are suspended skinned bodies of unknown creatures.
STANS: It looks like we're not the only things being hunted.
Skulls and bones litter the grounds. Rock slabs are saturated with blood and entrails.
And then they see it . . . a captive Predator bound to an alien structure, apparently unconscious. Royce notices how Isabelle is staring at the creature with an unspoken familiarity. Nikolai slowly walks up to it, gently nudging it with his large gun. . . the creatures awakes, startling the group, it is pissed.
STANS: Oh shit! What the fuck is that thing?
ISABELLE (urging the group): We have to leave now!
They notice Royce has disappeared.
EDWIN: Where's the tough guy?
ISABELLE: He left us!
MOMBASA: He's here.
Suddenly a Predator spear pierces through Mombasa's body, lifting him in the air. He involuntarily triggers his machine gun while screaming in agony.
Instantly Royce appears, firing away at the suspected target, screaming at the group to run. For a second, he see's the glowing eyes of two predators flash on, the rest of their bodies still mostly cloaked.
ROYCE: R-U-U-U-U-N!!!
Most of the group scatters, but Nikolai remains with Royce, opening up with his big Gatlin gun. Glimpses of the cloaked Predators can barely be seen as they scramble away from the onslaught of firepower.
As Hanzo retreats, he too is firing off several rounds. With the others retreated, Royce starts falling back while laying down a stream of fire.
Meanwhile, the Predator bound to the alien structure is going ballistic being in the middle of the line of fire between the warring species.
Nikolai, the last of the group remaining at the site continues his assault, but a cloaked Predator activates his Plasma cannon, firing multiple rounds towards the big Russian.
A direct hit destroys his Gatlin gun. He quickly retreats with the rest of the group as the Predators begin their own assault of firepower. They tumble down a steep hill and fall over the edge of a waterfall.
One of the Predator flying drones arrives at the hunting camp as the three Predators disengage their cloaking armor. The group eventually makes it to a rocky embankment with the loss of Mombasa. Isabelle walks over to Royce, rares back her fist, and belts him on the jaw.
ISABELLE (furious): You set us up! He lead us into that death camp. Then hid and waited for the thing to strike. We were bait.
ROYCE: I needed to know who we were up against. Now I do.
STANS: A man is dead because of that.
ROYCE: This morning you were ready to kill him.
STANS: Well, it ain't this gotdamn morning, is it!
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