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Perhaps half an hour later-Bushido's watch had been ruined when he'd been splashed with acid earlier, so he wasn't sure how long it had been-they found themselves walking through shallow waters towards a big looming cave that the river disappeared into. If he remembered correctly, the river went down underground before coming out further East.

As they had walked, the commander had deeply considered the idea of actually climbing down into the caves below, but he knew that if they were found by the creatures, no one knew the tunnels well enough and they'd be sitting, or running, ducks-ducks being chased by turbojets fueled with rocket fuel. He'd been studying Xenomorphs for about five years now, ever since a team of archaeologists had been assembled by billionaire Charles Bishop Weyland for an expedition near the Antarctic to investigate a mysterious heat signal. From data gathered, he knew Weyland and his group had discovered a pyramid below the surface of a whaling station. They'd gone to the indicated place a few months after hearing Alexa Woods' testimony of what had happened, and there had been hardly anything left, but the scientists had been able to find alien DNA. Then the crash and attack in Gunnison, Colorado had happened and they'd been able to get more and more information about the Xenomorphs.

These were very different from the aliens he'd learnt about from the information they'd got from Alexa Woods. The new ones were faster, smaller and he could tell they'd been born inside of the jungle animals, each one a little different. He had no clue what they could be up against. He decided, then, to sit down and make some notes tonight, and hopefully the civilians would have some memory of what they had seen, every little detail counted with these things.

Suddenly, Bushido slapped at the back of his neck and frowned. There were more mosquitos out now that the sun was getting lower, and they would soon start becoming a real problem, but it was honestly the least of their problems at the moment and he was glad when he was finally able to see the looming cave through the thick jungle vegetation.

"Going to have to walk through the water up here," he told everyone, pausing at the bank and cutting his way through with the machete.

"Is it deep?"

When he looked, he realised it had been the mother that had asked, probably looking out for the children, and he shook his head. "No, it's about calf high and only lessens further into the cave, but it's also a good way to mask your scent," he told them and stepped down into the water, offering his hand to the first person to get in and helping everyone down the bank into the water, Saad and Kay moving to the front to scout out the cave.

As Bill got to the bank, Bushido smirked up at him and took his hand, helping him and the kid he was still carrying down and steadying him on his feet. He was starting to look tired-they all were, actually. Taking the boy from him, Bushido settled the sleeping kid awkwardly on his hip, nodding towards the cave. "Watch your step, them rocks can get slippery," he warned him before he was helping Tom down-the kid glaring at him sullenly.

"Wat you got jammed up your ass, kid?" he asked him gruffly, looking amused as he adjusted the sleeping kid in his arms, feeling a little awkward.

"Same shit as you," Tom sneered, holding tight to those pants of his as he waded through the water, the material getting obviously heavy.

"Well, that's worrying," Bushido chuckled and smacked him on the back as he passed.

He just grinned as he heard the kid grumbling about it to his twin, turning his attention to helping down Maria the best he could with one hand, following after her into the cave. The only sound to his ears at that point was the sound of the water and everyone moving through it. Bushido looked over at the kid he was holding before he continued inside.

As he walked, he barked out a few orders, uncomfortable with the silence, positioning Eko and Vin at the mouth of the cave for the first watch.

As they moved further into the cave and headed towards the dry, gritty land that was tucked around the corner, curving with the river, Bushido couldn't help but feel a chill. The interior of the cave was dark and dank, but it was out of sight and hopefully a lot safer than outside.

Stepping up onto dry ground, Bushido let his eyes do a quick sweep of the area before he was handing the kid over to Maria, winding between civilians until he was stepping to the front. He made them wait as he took another, more thorough look around, his gun held out in front of him. Once he was sure that the area was clear, Bushido finally lowered his gun and flicked the safety back on, sliding it back into the position at his hip.

"Alright, everyone, we'll make camp here for the night. Kay, Chakuza, I want you to bring in a couple of them bigger logs for people to sit on," he ordered before heading over to a couple of his men, Ari and Sido, the two of them already arranging a hunt like they were trained to.

Of course, he wanted in, hunting was his kind of thing; it was Sido's too, something they had in common. Ari was more into fishing, fishing was good too, but hunting was a real sport, especially with those creatures out there. The animals would be running in panic, making them easy targets. He couldn't wait.

When he looked up next, it was the kid, Bill, that his eyes fell on-the boy sitting on a log with his twin-and he stopped listening to what Ari was talking about. "Hold up," he told them and nodded down at the map in front of them, heading over to the twins instead.

"How you holding up?" he asked Bill seriously.

"We're fine."

It was Tom that spoke up first, obviously trying to get rid of him. Bushido wasn't stupid, in fact he was a very smart man and never missed a trick.

"Tom!"

Bushido watched as the younger boy-if he remembered correctly-hit at his brother and he smiled a little, amused. He didn't mind, the kid was just obviously looking after his brother; who knew what kind of intentions he might have had... Honestly, he wasn't too sure what his intentions were, either. The kid was cute, and it had been a while since he'd had anyone...

Okay, so maybe the kid was right to not trust him.

"Don't worry about it," he told Bill and scratched the back of his neck, grinning a little. "Want somethin' to do?" he asked him, nodding over to the area where they'd put down all the bags and supplies, thinking it would help if everyone had something to do, left them no time to dwell on their situation, he supposed.

"I see how it is."

Bushido's eyebrows shot up and he couldn't help but look amused. It was odd, actually, because he found himself more and more amused by him whereas when he'd first seen him, he was sure he was going to be a complete handful-and he was a little, but it didn't seem to matter to him. So far, the kid had pulled his own weight when he'd needed to. "Oh yea?"

"The second I sit down, you're looking to put me to work again. What can I do for you, Boss?"

That made him chuckle and he shrugged a broad shoulder, licking at the corner of his mouth in amusement, rubbing a hand over his short hair. "We're jus' gettin' settled in before it get's dark, you know, like gettin' firewood, hunting, all that. We could use someone to go through all that and find what we have left, what can be used, and what needs to be saved."

"Don't you have plenty of people to do that sort of thing?"

Glancing at Tom when he spoke, Bushido gave him a look. "And now I have another volunteer," he said to the dreaded teen, arching a brow. "Saad, git over here," he called over his shoulder and waited for the other man to join him.

"What's up, Boss?"

"Got you a volunteer for that firewood, how about you take Tom and explain the safety rules and give the kid a knife," he told him and looked at the eldest teen expectantly.

When Tom huffed away, both Bushido and Bill watched him before they were sharing a look, Bushido shifting and shrugging. "Like I was sayin', could use your help while I'm out," he said to him, shifting the gun on his back and putting his hunting knife away for now, figuring he didn't need them just yet, anyway. "Think you can handle it?"

"I'm sure I can manage. Be careful out there, I'm not sure a man of your age could handle taking on another of those creatures bare-handed."

Imp.

Bushido's smirk widened and then faltered a little as the kid stood and reached up, actually grabbing his muscular bicep and even going as far as giving it a squeeze that went right to his dick. As Bill passed him, Bushido turned and watched him leave, his eyes dropping down to the kids ass, moving away just as quick before he was grinning and shaking his head in amusement. Well, that was interesting, the kid seemed to be just as interested as he was; he couldn't be sure, though, and besides, he was a bit young in comparison to himself.

Not to mention, their lifestyles clashed like two bulls hacking it out over some prime piece of beef they both wanted for themselves.

Heading back over to Ari and Sido, Bushido crouched down to go through his pack, digging through until he pulled out a net, rolling it into a small ball and tucking it into his belt. They probably wouldn't need to use it, but there was a chance that most of the animals would of left already and they would only be able to get fish or something. A net would make the job faster, much quicker than a couple of lines.

"Ready, Boss?"

It was Ari, the man finishing the sharpening of his knife, all three of them with guns and knifes. They wouldn't use the guns unless it really came down to it. The sound would just attract the creatures and, really, it was the last thing they needed right now.

"Fuck yea, lets get this done," Bushido said with a nod, standing up and joining Sido as they headed back down into the water, Bushido looking up as Saad, Shad,Tom and Fler passed them, the teen not looking too happy about having to go out there with the creatures in the jungle, but Bushido knew that his men would protect him with their lives. He just hoped it wouldn't come down to that-the kid would never forgive him if he got his brother killed.

They headed out into the jungle in the opposite direction to where Saad's team were going for firewood, knowing that the job would be louder than usual with the kid, which would scare the animals away so they went off towards the area they knew the creatures were.

Still well away from their current territory, Bushido, Sido and Ari spread out, fanning out and coming back together before they spread out again, keeping each other in sight as they pulled out their knives. There was a loud crackling coming from the brush ahead of them-the snapping of twigs and vegetation mingling with the sounds of their own heartbeats in their ears. They had to be careful, because there was a chance it could be an Xenomorph, or even an animal that was infected or impregnated by the creatures.

Crouching low, the men exchanged glances before all three sets of eyes landed on the trees ahead of them. Bushido was sure he even held his breath as they silently watched the vegetation, all three of them as still as the trees they hid behind, watching and waiting. Bushido was sure he could hear the other two let out relieved breaths as a wild, slightly on the skinny side, boar burst through the brush and crashed towards them.

The danger wasn't over, because that boar was running from something.

Bushido motioned to Sido who pulled his gun out, aiming, watching their backs as him and Ari shifted, ready to jump the boar. It got closer and closer-and that's where things got a little out of hand, another creature bursting from the jungle, much bigger and just as fast. He'd never seen anything like it. It was one of the creatures, he knew that much, but it was... almost like a giant ant in shape, a green so dark it was almost black, and even as they watched, it opened its huge jaws and acid flew from its mouth, splattering against a tree, eating right through it, the huge tree creaking before toppling right towards them, the three of them scattering to avoid being crushed.

Grunting as he hit the ground, Bushido cursed as his knife flew from his hand, he looked over the ground, frowning as he couldn't see it at all, and he went to pull the gun from his hip only to find the holster empty.

Fuck.

The wild pig squealed suddenly as Bushido watched Ari threw himself on it, knocking it to the ground, the huge creature rushing towards them with a scream of its own.

Scrambling to his feet, Bushido looked around and the glint of his gun caught his attention. Ducking down behind a tree, Bushido took a breath and then dove out into the open, heading right for his gun-and right at the advancing alien. Catching it up in his hand, Bushido fumbled, for the first time in fucking years, he fumbled.

"Motherfucker!" Bushido swore and swiped it back up, flicking the safety off, lifting the gun just as the creature leaped through the air at Ari and the boar.

Before he could even fire, a shot fired out and Bushido looked over to find that Sido had stuffed himself into a tree and was firing down on it. Joining in, Bushido watched as their shots threw the creature backwards and down, its screams of pain filling the air, sending a chill down all three of their spines. At the same time a scream came from the pig, Ari landing a killing blow with his knife, grabbing the pig by its ears and slitting its throat.

Advancing on the dying Xenomorph, Bushido and Sido keep firing until the creature burned down into the Earth below it, a big steaming pile of nothing, very literally. Grabbing a stick, Bushido poked it down into the mess, pulling the stick away, the end of it eaten away.

"Here, Boss."

Bushido turned and caught his knife, Sido having obviously spotted it from his perch in the tree, having an angle and a view that he hadn't. "Thanks," he grunted and crouched down, grabbing the thing by the head and slamming his knife, severing the head right off the beetle-like shoulders. He ripped it free and made a face as fluid poured from its mouth, covering his hand and he flicked it off, wiping it on some grass before jabbing the head onto a stick.

The guys seemed to find it amusing too, and they all chuckled before he jabbed the stick into the ground and wiped his hands off on his pants, heading over to Ari to help him ready the meat.

"You don't seem too surprised by these things, Boss."

Looking up at Ari as they worked on skinning and gutting the pig, Bushido shrugged. "It's a pretty long story and one that I can't talk about."

"Can't or won't?"

"Can't," Bushido grunted and worked at cutting off the head, not wanting to take it back with them, the damned Xenomorph head was bad enough. He didn't want to scare those kids or any of the women. "Need to know basis, kiddo," he told him gruffly and they met eyes and smirked a little. Bushido was only a year or so older than him.

"Bummer. We gonna get through this?"

At that, Bushido paused and looked up at him, serious and grim. "I'm not gunna lie, the odds aren't great, but we're good at this game," he reminded him.

"They're gonna fuck us up good, aren't they?"

"Fuck yes," Bushido grunted and wiped his knife on his pants. "Probably going to make you their little bitch, what are you gonna do about it?"

"I ain't goin' down without a fight."

"Amen to that," Bushido snorted and they lifted the pig up, using the net to tie it to a nice thick branch, hoisting it up onto their shoulders with a grunt. Sido picked up their weapons and the stick with the alien head jammed into it, following after them, weapon held in one hand as they headed back towards the cave, their pace quicker now that the sun was dropping low in the sky.

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Perhaps half an hour later-Bushido's watch had been ruined when he'd been splashed with acid earlier, so he wasn't sure how long it had been-they found themselves walking through shallow waters towards a big looming cave that the river disappeared into. If he remembered correctly, the river went down underground before coming out further East.

As they had walked, the commander had deeply considered the idea of actually climbing down into the caves below, but he knew that if they were found by the creatures, no one knew the tunnels well enough and they'd be sitting, or running, ducks-ducks being chased by turbojets fueled with rocket fuel. He'd been studying Xenomorphs for about five years now, ever since a team of archaeologists had been assembled by billionaire Charles Bishop Weyland for an expedition near the Antarctic to investigate a mysterious heat signal. From data gathered, he knew Weyland and his group had discovered a pyramid below the surface of a whaling station. They'd gone to the indicated place a few months after hearing Alexa Woods' testimony of what had happened, and there had been hardly anything left, but the scientists had been able to find alien DNA. Then the crash and attack in Gunnison, Colorado had happened and they'd been able to get more and more information about the Xenomorphs.

These were very different from the aliens he'd learnt about from the information they'd got from Alexa Woods. The new ones were faster, smaller and he could tell they'd been born inside of the jungle animals, each one a little different. He had no clue what they could be up against. He decided, then, to sit down and make some notes tonight, and hopefully the civilians would have some memory of what they had seen, every little detail counted with these things.

Suddenly, Bushido slapped at the back of his neck and frowned. There were more mosquitos out now that the sun was getting lower, and they would soon start becoming a real problem, but it was honestly the least of their problems at the moment and he was glad when he was finally able to see the looming cave through the thick jungle vegetation.

"Going to have to walk through the water up here," he told everyone, pausing at the bank and cutting his way through with the machete.

"Is it deep?"

When he looked, he realised it had been the mother that had asked, probably looking out for the children, and he shook his head. "No, it's about calf high and only lessens further into the cave, but it's also a good way to mask your scent," he told them and stepped down into the water, offering his hand to the first person to get in and helping everyone down the bank into the water, Saad and Kay moving to the front to scout out the cave.

As Bill got to the bank, Bushido smirked up at him and took his hand, helping him and the kid he was still carrying down and steadying him on his feet. He was starting to look tired-they all were, actually. Taking the boy from him, Bushido settled the sleeping kid awkwardly on his hip, nodding towards the cave. "Watch your step, them rocks can get slippery," he warned him before he was helping Tom down-the kid glaring at him sullenly.

"Wat you got jammed up your ass, kid?" he asked him gruffly, looking amused as he adjusted the sleeping kid in his arms, feeling a little awkward.

"Same shit as you," Tom sneered, holding tight to those pants of his as he waded through the water, the material getting obviously heavy.

"Well, that's worrying," Bushido chuckled and smacked him on the back as he passed.

He just grinned as he heard the kid grumbling about it to his twin, turning his attention to helping down Maria the best he could with one hand, following after her into the cave. The only sound to his ears at that point was the sound of the water and everyone moving through it. Bushido looked over at the kid he was holding before he continued inside.

As he walked, he barked out a few orders, uncomfortable with the silence, positioning Eko and Vin at the mouth of the cave for the first watch.

As they moved further into the cave and headed towards the dry, gritty land that was tucked around the corner, curving with the river, Bushido couldn't help but feel a chill. The interior of the cave was dark and dank, but it was out of sight and hopefully a lot safer than outside.

Stepping up onto dry ground, Bushido let his eyes do a quick sweep of the area before he was handing the kid over to Maria, winding between civilians until he was stepping to the front. He made them wait as he took another, more thorough look around, his gun held out in front of him. Once he was sure that the area was clear, Bushido finally lowered his gun and flicked the safety back on, sliding it back into the position at his hip.

"Alright, everyone, we'll make camp here for the night. Kay, Chakuza, I want you to bring in a couple of them bigger logs for people to sit on," he ordered before heading over to a couple of his men, Ari and Sido, the two of them already arranging a hunt like they were trained to.

Of course, he wanted in, hunting was his kind of thing; it was Sido's too, something they had in common. Ari was more into fishing, fishing was good too, but hunting was a real sport, especially with those creatures out there. The animals would be running in panic, making them easy targets. He couldn't wait.

When he looked up next, it was the kid, Bill, that his eyes fell on-the boy sitting on a log with his twin-and he stopped listening to what Ari was talking about. "Hold up," he told them and nodded down at the map in front of them, heading over to the twins instead.

"How you holding up?" he asked Bill seriously.

"We're fine."

It was Tom that spoke up first, obviously trying to get rid of him. Bushido wasn't stupid, in fact he was a very smart man and never missed a trick.

"Tom!"

Bushido watched as the younger boy-if he remembered correctly-hit at his brother and he smiled a little, amused. He didn't mind, the kid was just obviously looking after his brother; who knew what kind of intentions he might have had... Honestly, he wasn't too sure what his intentions were, either. The kid was cute, and it had been a while since he'd had anyone...

Okay, so maybe the kid was right to not trust him.

"Don't worry about it," he told Bill and scratched the back of his neck, grinning a little. "Want somethin' to do?" he asked him, nodding over to the area where they'd put down all the bags and supplies, thinking it would help if everyone had something to do, left them no time to dwell on their situation, he supposed.

"I see how it is."

Bushido's eyebrows shot up and he couldn't help but look amused. It was odd, actually, because he found himself more and more amused by him whereas when he'd first seen him, he was sure he was going to be a complete handful-and he was a little, but it didn't seem to matter to him. So far, the kid had pulled his own weight when he'd needed to. "Oh yea?"

"The second I sit down, you're looking to put me to work again. What can I do for you, Boss?"

That made him chuckle and he shrugged a broad shoulder, licking at the corner of his mouth in amusement, rubbing a hand over his short hair. "We're jus' gettin' settled in before it get's dark, you know, like gettin' firewood, hunting, all that. We could use someone to go through all that and find what we have left, what can be used, and what needs to be saved."

"Don't you have plenty of people to do that sort of thing?"

Glancing at Tom when he spoke, Bushido gave him a look. "And now I have another volunteer," he said to the dreaded teen, arching a brow. "Saad, git over here," he called over his shoulder and waited for the other man to join him.

"What's up, Boss?"

"Got you a volunteer for that firewood, how about you take Tom and explain the safety rules and give the kid a knife," he told him and looked at the eldest teen expectantly.

When Tom huffed away, both Bushido and Bill watched him before they were sharing a look, Bushido shifting and shrugging. "Like I was sayin', could use your help while I'm out," he said to him, shifting the gun on his back and putting his hunting knife away for now, figuring he didn't need them just yet, anyway. "Think you can handle it?"

"I'm sure I can manage. Be careful out there, I'm not sure a man of your age could handle taking on another of those creatures bare-handed."

Imp.

Bushido's smirk widened and then faltered a little as the kid stood and reached up, actually grabbing his muscular bicep and even going as far as giving it a squeeze that went right to his dick. As Bill passed him, Bushido turned and watched him leave, his eyes dropping down to the kids ass, moving away just as quick before he was grinning and shaking his head in amusement. Well, that was interesting, the kid seemed to be just as interested as he was; he couldn't be sure, though, and besides, he was a bit young in comparison to himself.

Not to mention, their lifestyles clashed like two bulls hacking it out over some prime piece of beef they both wanted for themselves.

Heading back over to Ari and Sido, Bushido crouched down to go through his pack, digging through until he pulled out a net, rolling it into a small ball and tucking it into his belt. They probably wouldn't need to use it, but there was a chance that most of the animals would of left already and they would only be able to get fish or something. A net would make the job faster, much quicker than a couple of lines.

"Ready, Boss?"

It was Ari, the man finishing the sharpening of his knife, all three of them with guns and knifes. They wouldn't use the guns unless it really came down to it. The sound would just attract the creatures and, really, it was the last thing they needed right now.

"Fuck yea, lets get this done," Bushido said with a nod, standing up and joining Sido as they headed back down into the water, Bushido looking up as Saad, Shad,Tom and Fler passed them, the teen not looking too happy about having to go out there with the creatures in the jungle, but Bushido knew that his men would protect him with their lives. He just hoped it wouldn't come down to that-the kid would never forgive him if he got his brother killed.

They headed out into the jungle in the opposite direction to where Saad's team were going for firewood, knowing that the job would be louder than usual with the kid, which would scare the animals away so they went off towards the area they knew the creatures were.

Still well away from their current territory, Bushido, Sido and Ari spread out, fanning out and coming back together before they spread out again, keeping each other in sight as they pulled out their knives. There was a loud crackling coming from the brush ahead of them-the snapping of twigs and vegetation mingling with the sounds of their own heartbeats in their ears. They had to be careful, because there was a chance it could be an Xenomorph, or even an animal that was infected or impregnated by the creatures.

Crouching low, the men exchanged glances before all three sets of eyes landed on the trees ahead of them. Bushido was sure he even held his breath as they silently watched the vegetation, all three of them as still as the trees they hid behind, watching and waiting. Bushido was sure he could hear the other two let out relieved breaths as a wild, slightly on the skinny side, boar burst through the brush and crashed towards them.

The danger wasn't over, because that boar was running from something.

Bushido motioned to Sido who pulled his gun out, aiming, watching their backs as him and Ari shifted, ready to jump the boar. It got closer and closer-and that's where things got a little out of hand, another creature bursting from the jungle, much bigger and just as fast. He'd never seen anything like it. It was one of the creatures, he knew that much, but it was... almost like a giant ant in shape, a green so dark it was almost black, and even as they watched, it opened its huge jaws and acid flew from its mouth, splattering against a tree, eating right through it, the huge tree creaking before toppling right towards them, the three of them scattering to avoid being crushed.

Grunting as he hit the ground, Bushido cursed as his knife flew from his hand, he looked over the ground, frowning as he couldn't see it at all, and he went to pull the gun from his hip only to find the holster empty.

Fuck.

The wild pig squealed suddenly as Bushido watched Ari threw himself on it, knocking it to the ground, the huge creature rushing towards them with a scream of its own.

Scrambling to his feet, Bushido looked around and the glint of his gun caught his attention. Ducking down behind a tree, Bushido took a breath and then dove out into the open, heading right for his gun-and right at the advancing alien. Catching it up in his hand, Bushido fumbled, for the first time in fucking years, he fumbled.

"Motherfucker!" Bushido swore and swiped it back up, flicking the safety off, lifting the gun just as the creature leaped through the air at Ari and the boar.

Before he could even fire, a shot fired out and Bushido looked over to find that Sido had stuffed himself into a tree and was firing down on it. Joining in, Bushido watched as their shots threw the creature backwards and down, its screams of pain filling the air, sending a chill down all three of their spines. At the same time a scream came from the pig, Ari landing a killing blow with his knife, grabbing the pig by its ears and slitting its throat.

Advancing on the dying Xenomorph, Bushido and Sido keep firing until the creature burned down into the Earth below it, a big steaming pile of nothing, very literally. Grabbing a stick, Bushido poked it down into the mess, pulling the stick away, the end of it eaten away.

"Here, Boss."

Bushido turned and caught his knife, Sido having obviously spotted it from his perch in the tree, having an angle and a view that he hadn't. "Thanks," he grunted and crouched down, grabbing the thing by the head and slamming his knife, severing the head right off the beetle-like shoulders. He ripped it free and made a face as fluid poured from its mouth, covering his hand and he flicked it off, wiping it on some grass before jabbing the head onto a stick.

The guys seemed to find it amusing too, and they all chuckled before he jabbed the stick into the ground and wiped his hands off on his pants, heading over to Ari to help him ready the meat.

"You don't seem too surprised by these things, Boss."

Looking up at Ari as they worked on skinning and gutting the pig, Bushido shrugged. "It's a pretty long story and one that I can't talk about."

"Can't or won't?"

"Can't," Bushido grunted and worked at cutting off the head, not wanting to take it back with them, the damned Xenomorph head was bad enough. He didn't want to scare those kids or any of the women. "Need to know basis, kiddo," he told him gruffly and they met eyes and smirked a little. Bushido was only a year or so older than him.

"Bummer. We gonna get through this?"

At that, Bushido paused and looked up at him, serious and grim. "I'm not gunna lie, the odds aren't great, but we're good at this game," he reminded him.

"They're gonna fuck us up good, aren't they?"

"Fuck yes," Bushido grunted and wiped his knife on his pants. "Probably going to make you their little bitch, what are you gonna do about it?"

"I ain't goin' down without a fight."

"Amen to that," Bushido snorted and they lifted the pig up, using the net to tie it to a nice thick branch, hoisting it up onto their shoulders with a grunt. Sido picked up their weapons and the stick with the alien head jammed into it, following after them, weapon held in one hand as they headed back towards the cave, their pace quicker now that the sun was dropping low in the sky.