Predator: Colorado-Rock

A malicious alien-invader/hunter ('the Predator') requires a direction-reaction from a Colorado-prince of sorts, for an ice-gun exchange in customs-booking.

A 'bright' fanfiction of that iconic alien/hunter sci-fi adventure-horror franchise Predator. Thanks for reading, 

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SCIENTIST: You say of a stranger ship-crash detection (half-invisible), woods?

JOURNALIST: That was the insider-leak from your navigation-base, doc!

SCIENTIST: Well, if you think you've got the 'wind' for an alien-chess, it's IQ.

JOURNALIST: Neither deny-nor-affirm policy, as standard/usual, eh doc?

SCIENTIST: Good (bureaucracy-readings)...Godspeed, good-fellow (hmmm).

Apparently an alien 'being' did crash-land somewhere in a Homeland forest (America), but half-invisibly, but drawn detection-signal and time-delayed journal claims, but perchance nothing more but for a supermarket-tabloid write in this 21st-Century of terrorism/invasion superstition-storyboards (for the Ego).

The alien was lethal. It was 'officially' called the Predator and had a reptilian visage and laser-weapons (decapitation-agenda IQ) and simply sought a hunter-mentalism for race-contact in the Homeland and soon 'migrated' to the Colorado Rockies where it was 'met' by a dashing Aspen camping couple (Amlan and Ezzy) who soon diverted any normal V-Day (Valentine's) Facebook-post for Earthling-life for bureaucracy-readings (hmmm).

AMLAN: Just put-it together, pal.

SCIENTIST (Garage): A liquid-nitrogen ('ice-gun') toy for your Rockies-chess.

AMLAN: Don't mind the agenda, pal; my secret fire-in-sky quest for war.

SCIENTIST: You're tackling a 'Predatory' in Colorado for a Homeland smilie.

AMLAN: Secret for bureaucracy and the Ego, pal; thanx for the weaponry-IQ.

SCIENTIST: Some secrets are worth keeping, Amlan friend (good luck).

Did Amlan become a Homeland self-made 'Rambo' for this exchange with this alien-invader (Predator) in the snowy Colorado Rocks that February month of incomplete courage for Earthling-journals? Well, he did trek through like a true-pathfinder and forged a haven-like mentalism when come-upon the vicious hunter-eyes of the weaponized 'beast' from Mars or Hell. He used his 'cool' ice-gun to simply freeze the 'creature-man' for a museum-look (and for Earthling prayer).

EZZY: Looks like sarcasm (for us!).

AMLAN: All's we need care for is that good Earth-scientists have taken IQ.

EZZY: Perchance this ice-sculpture 'exhibition' at this luncheon is an omen.

AMLAN: Nah...I served my diplomacy matter for Colorado Rocks; bureaus.

EZZY: Maybe this 'thing' was something like Spring-heeled Jack (London).

AMLAN: With a more razor's edge intuition for Earth-frailty, darling (hmmm).

Amlan gifted his darling-bride (Ezzy) a shiny beryl-piece (treasure) for St. Patrick's Day in the Colorado March for a memoir of what was made for 'discovery' in human endurance or resilience or (incomplete) courage. It'd become a special Predator-day of consciousness-light (and beryl-dogma for all).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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