"Remember, use short, controlled bursts."
"Eight meters." Private Hudson checked the motion sensor again. "Seven. Six."
"Can't be, that's inside the room," Riply responded.
"It's readin' right, man!"
"Then you're not reading it right!"
"Five meters. Four. What the hell?" It was around then that our eyes drifted towards the ceiling. The drop ceiling.
"Oh, shit. System, load song Die Another Day. Play!" The song's effects managed to kick in as the Xenomorphs burst into the room.
"Eight meters." Private Hudson checked the motion sensor again. "Seven. Six."
"Can't be, that's inside the room," Riply responded.
"It's readin' right, man!"
"Then you're not reading it right!"
"Five meters. Four. What the hell?" It was around then that our eyes drifted towards the ceiling. The drop ceiling.
"Oh, shit. System, load song Die Another Day. Play!" The song's effects managed to kick in as the Xenomorphs burst into the room.