mar 3, 2008 - Dutch's sixth tape recording.

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We’ve gotten good at killing Predators. Every time we find one, we come back with more tech, more research, and the OWLF’s funding goes up. Together, we’ve gotten stronger and more efficient. For a time, the aliens were surprisingly predictable. They had no idea that we knew so much about them. But that began to change. They sent better hunters every time. They’re beginning to see us as a threat or we’ve become a more worthy prize. Maybe both. We know this because our last encounter was special.

We weren’t certain if they had any gender to speak of, but that changed when we came into contact with the female. She was smarter and deadlier. She didn’t fuck around like the males did. She was direct, ruthless and skilled. I was in Laos when we first came into contact with her. It was Val Verde all over again. Her ambush wiped out my entire team, only this time… she got me. In a small village I lost track of her just long enough for her to pin me with a razor net. Pinned against the wall, razors cutting into my face. I’d been fighting for so long. I was ready to die. I should be dead. Instead of making the kill, she cloaked and vanished into the jungle.

The net relaxed and I escaped with my life… and a scar to remember her by. She spared me. Only me. Like she knew who I was. I returned to the exfil, my first failed mission in a long time. Are we going about this wrong? I mean we’ve, learned so much, but in doing so, have we made ourselves a bigger target? I can’t stop thinking about something Napoleon said. “You must not fight too often with one enemy, or you will teach him all your art of war” I started this believing that we were learning how to hunt them, or maybe she let me live to just be hunted another day. We could be teaching them how to hunt us.

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