The Predator, Bali, needed to make sure that the other worlds were safe. Make sure that the Aliens weren't taking over. It was something that he was used to. And he hoped that he wouldn't have anything to hunt around here so far. Flying his ship through space he came upon Earth. It had been a while since the Predators had touched Earth. Cloaking
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One thing caught his eye. A brand new pair of Infrared/Ultraviolet googles.
Fuck Yeah!
Snake muttered as he put them on and surveyed the field ahead of him. He could see some sort of deer or something way into the distance. He continued to scan teh horizon but there was a didcoloration. It was taller tehn the grass and when he looked back it had moved. "Hell, That can't be right." He thought as he inspected the googles for flaws. "No they are ok." He put them back on and looked at the wierd haze. it was moving Northwest. To his side and slightly away.
Instinct kicked in and despite still believing it was some sort of illusion caused by an anomaly he felt as though he was being circled.
Well Why not?
He mumbled to himself as he started the four wheeler and headed toward it. He was both curious and suspicious. He remebered the new steath clothing that the military had just manufactured. It could be someone following and damned if wasn't goign to find out the truth.
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Snake lifted the googles and watched teh area the heat was in. Sure enough the grass was moving. Snake's brow furrowed as he pulled the googles down. It was close now. He turned the 4-wheeler off and paused sitting on it and staring at the heat moving toward him.
It was humanoid but too big.
What the fuck is that?
Snake had seen some strange things in his life but this was certainly one of the strangest. He got off the 4-wheeler and slowly walked in the general direction.
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What the fuck?
Snake mumbled as he dropped the googles. But suddenly it disappears. He heard the growl behind him and reflexes took over. His left hand grabed a gun as he punched with the left at where he assumed was the right level to hit the stomach. HE felt something hard under his fist. though he briefly wondered if it hurt this thing or his own fist more.
He didn't care as he felt threatened. It was back to life as usual for Snake Plissken.
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He pulls botth legs together and mule kicks the thing in the stomach.
Fucking bastard!
He snarls as he feels his feet impact.
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Stop right there bastard!
He was ready to shoot if it took one more step toward him.
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Yeah.. You.. He motions at the preadtor with his gun.
You're a fucking bastard!
Snake saw the disk and tried to duck but it hit him anyway. He grabbed his arm to staunch the bleeding. Despite the wound Snake is laughing. He holsters his pistols and reaches around behind him and pulls out his Warbird (see the icon).
You wanna fucking play.. alright we'll play mother fucker!
He says as he straife the ground in front of his feet. Still holding the Warbird in his uninjured hand he motions toward the predator.
Come on.. let's dance bastard.
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In the pause in the fight he had to ask.
What the fuck are you?
He still kept his guard up. He knew he could take a shoot or two and the weapon in the creatures hand didn't look to be an automatic weapon so Snake felt he had an advantage, as small as it was.
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Yeah I got something fo you two, fucker!
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