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Outside in the street next to where Alison hid gunfire erupted. After a few seconds it ended, and hisses of triumph echoed the end of the battle in the restaurant. Then outside the door footsteps thudded on the stairs to the door. the handle turning slowly, the barrel of a gun just visible as it opened, then two.

On point frost moved at a fast walk trusting O'Niell to keep an eye of their rear. "Looks like a great place for a last stand." he muttered darkly siganalling O'Niell up to the front. "3.... 2.... 1..." Frosty took the left and O'Niel the right, the room was empty. "Signal is definitely in here. This smells like a trap."
 
Allison awoke to something scraping. She couldn't have been asleep for more than a few minutes. At first she thought Myra had returned, but when she sat up and opened her eyes, there was nothing to be scene. The big warehouse room was still dark and empty. She couldn't see too far off and the shelves of furniture was concealing most of the room. Luckily, at least to her opinion, that meant she was just as concealed.

Slipping to the floor on her knees, she held her gun ready and made sure she didn't have a light turned on. She listened. The scraping sound continued, soft and echoing in the big room. She couldn't tell what direction it was coming from and it didn't sound normal. At least, it didn't sound like a scalie? Hesitating, Allison finally rose to her feet and stepped out of the safety of her hiding spot. There may be someone else in there needing help. Someone just as scared as she was and afraid to make a sound.

So with quiet, wary steps, Allison prowled down the isle. Carefully aiming her gun and looking down each to find the source, but not daring to call out.
 
Closing In

*Tap tap tap tap tap*

That's all that Myra heard, roughly a few minutes after she dealt with the reptiles that had wandered around the district. She knew she wasn't finished yet. Something had returned to the warehouse.

*Tap tap tap tap tap*

The sound had a slight resonating and clicky tone to it, as if the feet of the creatures that walked were bare and clawed. The vibrations sent to Myra, her form pressed against the ground on the floor below where her human companion was, seemed to indicate that they were now on the upper floor.

*Scrape scrape scrape*

That's the sound they made when they were slowing down, she assumed, their feet slowly brushing up against the floor. It was not a loud, noticeable sound, but she listened, focused on the specific, picking up the vibrations. She could find no scent, so this would have to do.

They were too close to her though, she'd need to find a way to divert their attention. Looking to the ceiling, she noticed one of those gated square-shaped holes. She remembered venturing into a few of those in her more youthful days, fighting her fear of claustrophobia and being on edge by all the sounds as they bounced around, throwing her orientation off.

Rising up, she quickly scaled up a wall, approaching the grate. Grabbing unto its corners, she picked away at them, pulling off the covering with a slight metallic clang. Rather than stuffing herself inside, she decided on a different course of action. Spying a few cylindrical multi-coloured shapes, apparently what the bipeds stored consumptional fluid in, she nabbed a few awkwardly in her large claws and mandibles. They were soon flung down the shaft, bouncing and clanging, sending the dissonant noise all throughout the building.

Upstairs, the scrapes became thumps and one of the predators foolishly spoke, presumably a curse of sorts given by its rough inflecktion.

She was gone before they knew it, moving up an old stairway, until she was on the same floor. Their location memorized, she soon found herself close to the creatures, flanking their left side. Hidden behind stacks of crates, couches, and chairs, she lay in wait, preparing to close in and execute her prey once more.
 
There was a loud clang in the vents and Both Frosty and O'Niel froze training their weapons grates. "Can;t see a bloody thing." light flared up catching Allison in the beam before pointing at the ceiling. "Wait I saw something." Both soldiers went quiet and coordinating with hand signals moved to opposite sides of the warehouse and began advancing, once again advances cautiously row by row.

Above in the darkness, with a purr in its throat the scallie watched, it's tallons glistening, behind it another readied to jump."

Gunfire exploded in the warehouse along with incoherent swearing. O'Niel dodged just in time rolling the alien landing right where he had been standing, claws sparking against the concrete floor. His burst caught it full on and it fell the other landing behind him without a sound and was caught by a single round from Frosty. Thats when the sound of a heavy vehicle approaching outside came through the high windows.
 
Allison could barely see a thing, but a sudden flash of light caught her blind for a second! But then it was gone just as quick, and she was ducking behind one of the tall metal shelves for cover! Was it one of the scalies or someone else? She thought she heard a person's voice!

Then just as quick, gunfire broke out - and it wasn't hers! A startled scream escaped her as she ducked low to the ground. "Wait..! I'm human!" Allison wasn't sure if her voice was lost in the gunfire or not, but she quickly realized they weren't shooting in her direction, but at something else.

Thinking that they might be trying to shoot Myra, Allison jumped up from her spot and went running down the isle. But not more than four steps down something slammed across her stomach and she was sent skidding across the floor. Her bag of supplies went sliding in one direction and the gun she had been holding so tightly too went flying in another. Coughing and struggling to get her breath back while moving to her knees, she looked up terrified to see the outline of a scalie moving out towards her. And not just one, several seemed to be dropping down from the ceiling and other hiding places in the big warehouse.
 
Horrible Death

The man-sized lizard-biped saw his opportunity, the best one they'd had the entire time. There she lay on her stomach, just looking up at him like some caged animal staring fearfully towards an oustretched hand. He grumbled something in this throat, ignoring the madness all around him, focusing completely on his prey. She was young, weak, stupid, and vulnerable. He was predatory, merciless, sharp eyed, and unrelenting in his mission, just as all of the expeditionary force were. Shifting his body to a lower stance, he bent his legs and-

*THWACK!*

He wasn't in front of her anymore. Instead, he was roughly 15 feet to her right, sprawled across the ground, groaning in pain and attempting to fight the bleary blurs in his vision. Something had just hit him very hard; all he had seen was a hint of a blur of green. He had assumed it was just some household object in the warehouse, before it grew large and then he was there he was now, a throbbing pain going through his shoulder, head, and upper body in general. Looking off to the side, he saw another one of his kind, slowly rolling across the ground and gripping massive gouges in its flesh with its claws. Something had flung it at him like a living missile, with enough force to send him off his feet.

Someone hollered incoherently, before their roar turned into a bubbling gurgle. He already knew who it was and cursed under his tongue. Ignoring the desire to fight or make flight, he dragged himself back to his feet and stumble-walked towards the human female. All around him gunfire exploded and furniture exploded into clouds of wood and wool, but it was for naught. The destruction of the warehouse was only giving the beast more cover and giving them less visibility. The consequences of this became increasingly clear as the gunfire's volume began to die down. In its place, was the progressively more common sound of wet, ripping, dripping, rending sounds; the predator was at work and she showed little mercy.

The gunfire though was not consistent in sound. The compact automatic weaponry of his kind tended to have a higher-pitched cracking sound, but that had been mostly drowned out by the lower-range thuds of human automatic weaponry. Reptillian pink-white bolts soon were replaced by storms of bright yellow, and as he staggered towards the woman as fast as he could, he pulled out his sidearm. His carbine he had left, sensing he had too little time. Turning to his right, he strafe-fired with the auto-pistol, aiming at the humans who'd begun filtering into the room, before he foudn himself at his target. Right where he started. He didn't bother going into a lunging stance. Stuffing the side-arm away, he didn't so much lunge as half-charge toward her, his face contorted in frustration.

That was, until he stopped suddenly, barely half-way. A feeling of great displacement, as if suddenly, he couldn't feel his torso, took over him. He grew very rigid and still, hands freezing up. Looking down, he saw a pair of great claws, like those of some crustaceans, protruding through his chest. They jolted up.

He coughed and hacked, sending up a splatter of liquid green. He felt very light and as if his limbs were reluctant to obey. Then cough became a cry of agony as he found his feet suddenly in the air and both claws pushing away from the center of his body. The feeling of numbness was sharply replaced by immense excruciation. The centipede was attempting to tear him apart!

Furiously, he groped around his holster for the gun, yanking it out and attempting to aim over his shoulder. Gritting his teeth and moaning the entire time, his lower body felt cool as the unprotected organs were exposed to the world. Arms shaking and mind delirious with pain, he managed to just align the barrel of the gun with the creature's head.

Not that it would have helped.

A sudden crunch echoed through the room, and to his horror, his arm wasn't responding anymore. The pain amplified and he felt his vision distortion, blots of white and black everywhere, mind flashing through streams of thoughts at what seemed near lightspeed. Sharp pangs of pain and he heard bones, flesh, organs, and so on snap and tear. It culminated in a sudden flash of red, vision finally going black, and a sudden flood of stimuli and sensation, as if every nerve in his body had exploded. It was a painful yet relieving release for such a gruesome end.

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The scaly lay in two piles, his head stuck to half a spinal cord on the one on the right. It had only been under a minute, but it was surprisingly tough. These creatures were deadly predators in their own right, but all their firearms, senses, and coordination could not stop them from a dedicated sand tyrant.

Ducking back down, she closed in on her human companion. Any protests she would have made were ignored. Picking her up in her powerful frontal limbs, she scurried off through a rear exit, her tough carapace deflecting a few rounds which caused her to shudder with their force. She could hear more of that more eloquent speech of the humans, still retaining organization even in the midst of their frenzied, burtal combat. Even if they could be trusted, the room wasn't safe. Those bolts their weapons spat, friendly or not, were unpredictable things.

So she was brought to behind a large counter on the bottom floor, a large claw put over her. Myra's antennae flickered about, detecting the presence of one of the transport-constructs. Remembering the events of just a few hours ago and her wounds only just having had a protective layer formed over them, she decided it was best to stay hidden for now.


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"What the......"

"Behind you Dammit Frost."

"Left flank two uglies."

"Shit they're fucking everywhere."

"COVER!"

Explosions and gunfire resonated throughout the warehouse as the humans fought back to back inching along the side of the warehouse. With rifles, bayonets and boots a green, bloody trail in their wake.

"Girl, she looks hurt. She rust be the one sending the signal..... SAND TYRANT! AS IF SCALIES WEREN'T BAD ENOUGH! IT'S GOT THE GIRL."

"FUCK! Must have a litter that needs feeding. On three break for the exit, THREE!"

Their way was blocked by scallies making a determined bid to stop them escaping.

"Grenade...... BOOM! YA LIKE THAT!?" O'Niell was in his element a stark contrast to Frosty's calm, methodical approach to warfare. "We're clear, time to catch a tryrant and our kidnapped princess."
 
Eyes squeezed shut, Allison was near at the end of her tether. They were so close. Other humans that sounded much like some of the soldiers that were probably there to rescue trapped people from the planet. She could have almost cursed Myra for stealing her away, when her rescue was so close. Yet, with the scalies popping out from everywhere and gunfire flying in all directions, they could both be killed before making it to them. It was so frustrating, she wanted to scream and cry! But crying wasn't going to get her anywhere, nor would Myra understand...

Allison moved to reach for her bag, and upon realizing it was gone hit her elbow against the back of the counter in annoyance. That was her supplies and protection! What little protection she had, anyway. Trying to use her anger to keep herself going, Allison took in a deep breath and spoke slowly. "We have to get to those humans, Myra. They have weapons and it'll be safer. They'll know where to go."
 
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