Sergeant Perez’s smartgun had become finicky having gone weeks in the jungle without its usual maintenance. As he fiddled with the systems, it came back online.
The other scientist looked dumbfounded for another few seconds before he managed to reply. “Xenomorph, yes. Acid blood, yes. Four xenomorphs. Please do not kill me! The androids are here to control us, I hate them!” The man burst into tears."You" Paulson turned to the other person in a lab coat, "you had better speak English and you had better speak fast, xenomorph? big, fast, deadly, acid for blood, kills everything?" Paulson questioned "short answers are fine!"
"how many and where?"
"and why the aggressive synthetics they usually protect not kill humans?"
“I think those people need a medic,” said Petty Officer Singh as he moved forward. “Clearing the right side, move up!” Singh and the other two Navy guys moved up and to the right to make sure the robots were dead. Quinn left the front to check on the civilians.
As other Marines moved up to secure the left, they heard the shrieks that haunted many of their dreams. Paulson's motion tracker lit up with signals.
Running down the hallway toward them were the two scientists that fled a minute earlier. Overtaking them, running on the walls, were two xenomorphs. It was going to be a tough shot, but if it wasn’t taken the scientists were goners for sure.