Predator If It Bleeds 93

The giant man—no, by God, that face couldn't belong to a man-appeared in the middle of the herd, firing lightning bolts like a god with a vendetta. Anderson's revolver was suddenly in his hand. The tusked monster's head was a hell of a lot bigger than a can of tobacco. The revolver bucked in his grip and the thing dropped. The cows trampled on, headed for the open grass.-pg.350 chpt.13

"Mina." The voice came from behind them. Anderson spun around. The figure silhouetted in the open hatch was far too large to be human. Novak reached for his rifle. perfect mimic of "Mina," the thing repeated, its voice a perfect mimic of Anderson's. It stepped inside but made no move toward them. It took another step sideways, moving into the darkness beyond the foggy cargo space. "Mina," it said yet again.

"Let's get the hell out of here," Anderson said.-pg.351 chpt.13

Novak wrenched away. "I'm done with you, McBurnie, you murdering, kidnapping bully."

Anderson grabbed Novak's arm. "Let's go!"

The creature made some kind of sound as they passed it by, but they were moving too fast to understand if it was words or a threat or some bizarre alien call. They burst into the sunshine, gasping for air. The hatch closed behind them. There was another horrible grinding, whining sound, and then a rushing whoosh. The ghost wagon vibrated and shook. Then it leaped into the air. It hovered for a moment, and then it streaked into the sky, a bird, a star, gone.-pg.352 chpt.13