"Where are they you worthless pyode amedha?!" The impatient Agnak-tör clenched the human in between his rough fingers by the collar.

"What the... h-hell are you?!" One guard responded while watching their comrade fling back and forth by the hands of the large giant.

The few strong warriors against tens of well-trained soldiers. Who would win? Both parties were unsure, however, the bold young creatures were confident they would be the victor, the older Yautja was unsure about the pride of his fellow youngsters' boasted.

Although they were outnumbered. De'miur'gios was fully aware that with his strength combined with the little runts', they will have the chance to eradicate the human population as well as rescue his captured younglings. Patience was all they needed... but without his orders, the smaller predators have already engaged in a fight.

"They never listen..." De'miur'gios clicked in annoyance, clenching his massive fist.

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They were brutal. These men were vicious. They pushed and hit people with the bulky ends of their weapons. Sahara and Flora were shocked, many of the others also wore the same facial expressions: fear, vulnerability, confused.

"Why are you doing this! You are supposed to be protecting us!" One person shouted.

The armed men sniggered, they lifted their guns and pointed at the crowds of unarmed researchers and technicians.

"Well... the higher-ups have made up their minds!" One of the armed men said.

Sahara and Flora were in the outskirts of the group but both women could clearly hear what they were saying. Sahara turned her attention to Flora who was vigorously turning her head side to side looking for an exit.

"Flora... I know a short cut. We have to go to the lab, it's probably where everyone is being taken," Sahara whispered.

Flora nodded and the two crouched low enough that they couldn't be spotted by one of the guards that followed behind the group. Sahara knows where to go. The corridor was like a wide river, one with many tributaries, one with many loopholes. The closest one would be the eastern route, but how will they separate from the group without being seen by watchful eyes?

"Where are you guys going?" One curious person asked in a whispery voice.

"We're going on ahead, we'll try to stop them from the other side, for now, I want you guys to interrupt them as much as possible and make sure that they don't notice us."

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They've located it. There were plenty of heat signatures sluggishly making their way to the area.

"Agnak-tör, Gra'vios, Dartouga. The three of you come!" De'miur'gios ordered.

The three strongest of his hunting party. This is their top priority, after retrieving the captured warriors, well it depended entirely up to their mood. While the rest easily slaughtered each man one by one, the four strongest whizzed past through the gravel path towards the largest building with the most heat signatures. Some men stayed on guard but are soon decapitated by the hunters' sharp blades. What only stood in front of them now was a large hunk of metal door.

De'miur'gios studied it with his rough fingertips grazing the silver barrier. An annoyed click emerged from his throat as he started to back away and activated the gun mounted on his broad shoulder. Three dots marked the middle of the door and with one long whirring sound, a bright plasma thawed the hard metal. Another shot made a big hole enough for the giants to slip through.

The four walked casually in, studying, observing the alien walls and long paths. No present life but the fading tracks of humans. A massive amount of humans.

"I can see them," De'miur'gios told his comrades, "they're underground."

They walked casually taking in the sight and the familiar smell.

"For a primitive species they sure are advance," Dartouga mentioned.

The other two walked silently at the back while the oldest at the front. They had to be cautious, there could be traps or an ambush. Their armored feet clanked on the metal floor, every step they made resulted in a thunderous wave of vibrations. A few more gigantic steps and they stumbled upon armed humans.

They were in stealth mode, but the sound their feet made against the metal floor made the men be on alert. 10 meters right in front of them. 8...6... the humans curiously lifted their heads up, trying to see as far as the entrance. 4...2... the hunters wriggled their fingers out of excitement.

1...

They uncloaked their hidden form, unsheathing their long blades. The men backed away in surprised as the Yautjas shrieked to attack. On the other hand, the men, shaken, held up their guns and released a barrage of long piercing bullets. However, the skilled creatures were clad in impenetrable armor, therefore the bullets were more like rocks. Though there were dents and scratches afterward.

A menacing snigger came out from Gra'vios. His former instincts kicking in and swiftly he aimed for the one at the very side. With one powerful pounce, he was able to pin the man, watching him squirm with his gun flailing beside him. The man was able to steady his weapon back into his hold and fired a single shot before Gra'vios could make another move.

The green liquid slowly traced the scales of Gra'vios' left arm. The large creature growled in annoyance, drawing out his long blades and continuously stabbed the man until he was just a pile of broken bones, hanging flesh and minced meat. The young male made a satisfied grin behind his mask and looked up to see that his comrades have almost finished the job too.

Agnak-tör managed to get a hold of his own prey, breaking every bone in the man's body. The cracking sounds were followed by the bones piercing through the soft flesh of the man. Tissues and blood vessels revealed themselves after Agnak-tör turned the man inside out. The man yowled even after being turned inside out, literally a pile of mangled human remains. The young Agnak-tör didn't feel pity. A sinister look crept onto his face as he turned his blood lust eyes to the remaining agitated humans.