Three men sit in large glass walled room, the outside hidden from view by venetian blinds. The three men, sitting next to each other around a semi circular glass table, each seemingly engrossed in the papers laid out before them. Standing before them shifting uneasily from foot to foot stands a man dressed in a dark uniform. The only items visible on his person are a pair of gold rimmed sunglasses folded and peeking from his breast pocket and three silver stars on his collar marking him as a security operative.
The man to the left looks from his papers at the security operative and pauses as he glances at the other two who have not yet looked up.
'So the Weyland and Hyperdyne units were taken care of?’
'Yes sir, the Colonial Marine Unit finished them off completely. We checked the rubble after they enetered the Facility. The Weyland troops were buried alive and the Hyperdyne extraction team were cut down in the gun fire.'
'Were there any other casualties?'
Yes sir, 5 civilians were caught in the cross fire when the C.M.C stormed Hyperdyne.'
'Ah yes, the U.S.C.M.C and how come they were involved. No one should know about GT620, yet we have three unwelcome visitors in the space of three days.’
One of the men quickly searches through the manuscripts before him, picks out a sheet and furrows his brow.
'Here it is, the U.S.C.M.C arrived three days after the corporation ships. Their ship’s log shows they were heading towards Areodyne from LV426, only 8 jumps apart. For a standard C.M.C ship that’s just under two weeks travel. There were signs of tampering during the jump but their logs indicated they were pursuing the cargo on board one of the corporate ships.’
'The Weyland ship misjumped and the Hyperdyne shp was caught in its wake, out calculations reveal they were very lucky to get through in as good shape as they did. Both ships were abandoned once they reached orbit of GT620.'
'So you are stating then that no one knows what happened to thes ships except us?'
'Sir, if it had been just the U.S.C.M.C ship then we would have put it down to a navigational computer malfunction, but their mission orders had been to investigate the fate of a previous unit sent to investigate LV426, secure and protect I.C.C holdings from any hostile xenomorph.’
The man sitting in the center of the three, looked deep in thought and then with a hard stare looked directly at the security operative. The security operative stood awaiting the question he knew was imminent.
'Your report conflicts itself Hughes.’
'Sir?’ replied the dark coveralled security operative.
'The C.M.C ship logs and our intelligence conform that the unit on board was the 63rd or Phoenix Squad. The 63rd operate out of Fort Lauderdale under the newly transferred Base Commander Millen. Now your report suggests that the C.M.C unit operating procedures were far from that of a Crack Unit which the 63rd is meant to be.’
'Sir, our observations of the C.M.C unit were that of an unprofessional, untrained fresh recruits. From what I have heard and seen of the 63rd their operations are direct, if a little unusual. Their seemed to be a lot of contention and friction within the ranks, unprofessionalism and basic handling of their weaponry.’
'The handling weaponry, is that what you refer to here?’ The central man starts to read from the report in front of him.’
"Upon exiting the APC, one of the C.M.C seems to get his bandana of grenades caught up and quickly drops them on the floor where upon the rest of the C.M.C run for cover as the grenades explode. By some form of miracle no one seems to be hurt"
'and, ah here it is’
"The C.M.C unit return fire upon Weyland with a rocket launcher and Drop Ship, the rocket fired completely misses the building falling short, leaving the building to be cut to pieces by the Drop Ship."
'But this unit still managed to take down two highly effective Security teams, which your team had not managed to do, even if their methods were extreme and costly to us.’ Hughes shifted uncomfortably as the central man turned to the man at his right, who up until now had been quiet. ‘Micheals, do you have any recent photographs of any of the members of the 63rd?’
'I do believe I have.’ He states in a cheery mocking voice. ‘This is Captain Micheal Waye, Sergeant Move Ard’ath, Sergeant Lambert and Sergeant Dan Gibson. Sorry it’s not perfectly clear but the flash and the light from the bar-b-cue caused a lot of contrast. It’s the latest I have of all of us but I do have others if you require.’
Hughes’ palms start to sweat and the room starts to feel smaller. Micheals motions him forward towards the photo which he has turned and laid on the table before him. ‘Do you agree these men are in your surveillance video, Captain Hughes?’
He looks carefully at the photo and then at the video stills on the monitor to his side, he couldn’t deny it, these were the same men he had seen on GT620. ‘Yes, sir they are.’
Micheals turns to the other two, 'Impressive that a small colony of these xenomorphs could take out Phoenix Squad like that. They are definitely quite a find for the company.’ He picks up the photo and places it back in his folder, peering once more before he closes it.