Predator If It Bleeds 6

"His suit had hardened and was already applying med-packs to the wound, but Halley could see coils of what should have been inside poking out. In his hand, Shearman held a plasma grenade. Halley slid along the wall and fell backwards from the door. As she fell she fired down at the creature's feet. The
shot struck the floor. The Yautja had already jumped at her. Halley closed her eyes. The suit darkened and hardened around the blast, but she still felt the white-hot shove of the plasma grenade's explosion. It tore her senses apart. The last thing she saw was a humanoid shadow leaping over her, ablaze, shrieking, thrashing. And then there was night."pg.33 chpt.1

"She frowned. It wasn't all her own. Some of it was green. The lobby was circular, and across from her, huddled against the wall, was the Yautja. It was shivering, curled into a ball at the base of the wall. Green blood poured from a dozen wounds. Burns wept all across its back, and many of its long hair-like tendrils had sizzled away, blackened nubs all that remained. One eye was gone, along with much of that side of its face. It lifted its head to stare with its one remaining eye."pg.36 chpt.1

"Yeah, Kalien," she shouted, and the Yautja paused beside the airlock entrance.

"You'll get what you came for."

"Good. Come on through, then. I know you're injured. The med-pod is-" The Yautja stepped into the airlock, and Halley heard heavy wet footsteps as it started to run.

"What the hell..." Kalien said, his voice just audible. The alien roared. A laser pistol opened fire. The man from Section Seven screamed.

With a grunt of pain, and another cool flush of phrail from the med-packs in her suit, Halley rose to her feet and pulled the plasma charge from her rifle. She primed it to blow, then linked it to her suit so that she could detonate remotely. She lobbed it into the airlock, saw it tumble into the beginning of the docking arm, then slammed her hand on the airlock activation pad. The doors slammed shut. She looked down the long docking arm, frowning, trying to make out what was happening in the Doyle's airlock fifty meters away. She could not quite tell.

"Goodbye," she said, and she signaled the plasma charge to blow.

The thudding impact on the doors was heavy, but they held. The muffled blast was soon silenced by the sudden exposure to space, and when she looked through the viewing portal again, the docking arm was coming apart in a million pieces. Beyond, the Doyle was already drifting away from the Trechman Two, shoved by the sudden blast. Its door spewed air and debris, and then she saw two figures coughed out into space, locked in an awful, eternal embrace.-pg.37 chpt.1