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The ex-Navy SEAL took a step 151 backwards and aimed the MP-5. But before he could pull the trigger, a blow sent him spinning to the floor. Nose smashed and gushing blood, Sven fumbled for the gun that had been knocked from his hand. Instead he burned his fingers on the pot of boiling water still simmering on the camp stove. With both hands he hurled it, dousing the specter with scalding water. The aluminum pot bounced harmlessly away, but the water elicited an angry roar as electric charges silhouetted the humanoid shape. Then, in a shower of rapid blue sparks, the Predator's cloaking device shorted out for an instant-long enough for Sven to see his own terrified reflection in the mirrored eyes of the creature's armored face plate. The shots were loud enough to be heard over the storm.-Chpt.18 pg.151