"Thanks. Just a few burns." Nikolai, the Russian, proved quite a tough guy. The skin on both his hands was torn open, yet he had not made a sound.
His luck had been incredible. The ball of light fired by that ion cannon had struck the Gatling just as it ran out of ammunition, and when he fell backward out of the tree, the ammunition pack on his back had saved his life again.
Even Hanzo, the normally taciturn Neon man, had more to say for once. "That monster was incredibly strong, and very agile too. If it hadn't been wounded, even the three of us together would have been no match for it."
"Let's hope we haven't used up all our luck in one go. The first Predator was both wounded and alone. If all three had shown up together, none of us would have survived."
Nick felt waves of lingering fear. He could now confirm that the three Predators that had appeared one after another were probably together. As for the one tied up, he had no idea what its situation was.
He vaguely remembered that Predator society was very primitive. Perhaps different tribes fought and killed one another too. The skull he had seen on the ground earlier seemed to support that.
"What should we do next? Find a chance to kill the last monster too?" Mombasa, the black man, looked at Nick, clearly already treating him as the leader of their group.
"Probably not today." Nick pointed at the sky. "The days here are long, but there should still be nights. Once it gets dark, the Predators will slaughter us with their infrared night vision."
"How about finding a cave to hide in first?" Mombasa suggested.
By then, Dahlia had cleaned Nikolai's wounds and carefully wrapped