AN: YAY MY FIRST PREDATOR STORY!! Well this is based off the movie Predator and I will be using some of the dialogue from it to help it flow a little bit. So I hope you enjoy and R&R please!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing from the movie "Predator" except my own character.

Dutch breathed a silent sigh of relief once the helicopter touched down on its landing pad. He watched as his team exited it with their duffels and gear. He slowly lit a cigar and took a few gentle drags on it before exiting himself with his own stuff. The entire base was alive with activity as was expected in a military base. With another puff he nodded farewell to his team before a jeep drove him towards the stairs that lead up to the main office. Once the jeep came to a stop Dutch soon caught sight of the heading General of the base as he stepped away from the vehicle.

The General gave a welcoming smile as he extended his hand to him, "Looking good, Dutch."

He took his hand with the same smile while he took the offered hand, "It's been a long time, General."

The General nodded good naturedly before he tilted his head to the building behind him, "Come on inside."

Dutch followed him without question into the gloomy looking building. Everywhere there were supply crates, some tables with chairs, and lots of paperwork littering them. Dutch watched as the General took a rolled up map from one the stacks and spread it before them.

"18 hours ago, we lost a chopper carrying a cabinet minister and his aide from this charming little country," he began in a very sarcastic tone coloring his words making Dutch smirk around his cigar, "We've got a transponder fixed on their position about here.

Dutch frowned in thought as he stared to where he had pointed to on the map, "This cabinet minister, does he always travel on the wrong side of the border?"

He was quickly given an answering grimace, "Apparently, they strayed off course and we're fairly certain that they are in guerrilla hands."

The younger man slowly breathed out the thick tobacco smoke before asking, "Why don't you use the regular army? What do you need us for?"

"Because some damn fool accused you of being the best."

Dutch turned in surprise at the familiar voice, "Dillon! You son of a bitch."

The black man stood with a grin as the two approached each other and clasped hands warmly. Both men stranded against each others' grip, Dillon more so than Dutch but the warmth behind the grip didn't change.

Dutch smirked at the shaking of the other's arm, "What's the matter, the CIA got you pushing too many pencils?" Seeing he wasn't going to get any reply besides the heavy breathing he pushed harder, "Huh, had enough?"

"Make it easier on yourself, Dutch," gasped Dillon straining against his grip noticing that he was clearly losing the game, "Okay, okay!"

He chuckled in return, "You never did know when to quit."

Dillon merely grinned and shook his shoulder lightly, "Damn good to see you, Dutch."

Dutch laughed before grabbing Dillon's tie in a mocking gesture, "What is this fucking tie business?"

Dillon rolled his eyes at his friend's try at a joke, "Forget about my tie, I heard about that job you pulled off in Berlin very nice."

He nodded at the compliment in appreciation, "Yeah, like the good old days."

Dillon gave him a questioning look as he led him to the table he used for a desk, "Then why did you pass up Libya?"

Dutch shrugged nonchalantly, "That wasn't my style."

"You don't have a style you know that, Dutch," corrected Dillon firmly wanting a straight answer, "Come on. Why did you pass?"

Dutch didn't answer right away as he carefully relit his cigar, "We're a rescue team, not assassins. Now, what do we got to do?"

Dillon and the General shared a look before the General stood up to take up the conversation, "That cabinet minister is important to our operations in this part of the world."

Dillon gave a drawl tilt of his head as he turned to Dutch, "Dutch, the General is saying that some of our friends are about to get squeezed and we can't let that happen. So we need the best… you."

Dutch eyed them both, "Go on."

"Simple set up, one day operation," began Dillon in a business tone as he began to lay out the plan, "We pick up their trail at the chopper, run them down, grab the hostages, and bounce back over the borders before anyone knows we we're there."

Dutch gave a questioning look, "What do you mean 'we'?"

He grinned, "I'm going in with you, Dutch."

This wasn't received easily as Dutch turned to the General with a frown, "General, my team always works alone. You know that."

The General's face was as passive as stone, "I'm afraid we all have our orders, Major. Once you reach your objective, Dillon will evaluate the situation and take charge. You will have our secret tool to help you encase you run into trouble."

"Secret… tool?" asked Dutch warily, "What is this tool?"

Dillon chuckled patting his shoulder, "Don't worry, Dutch, I'll be the one keeping her in line."

"Her?" he asked clearly confused, "I thought this was some kind of tracking tool."

"Well, kind of in a sense she is," he replied motioning towards what at first glance appeared to be a crate covered in a white tarp, "She is in there."

Dutch looked at it then at him questioningly, "What do you mean?"

Dillon shook his head before reaching over and pulling off the tarp revealing a young woman blindfolded with a collar around her neck crouched in the back of a cage, "That's 'her'."

The other man frowned in shook and disgust, "Her? She is a woman. Why do you have her like that?"

The young woman looked like she was in her early twenties. Her body from what he could tell was slim and gracefully proportioned, but as she shifted further to the back of the cage with a growl that she had an impressive amount of muscle. She had a thick mane of golden-orange hair with what looked like black, leopard rosettes patterned in it and all over her arms, neck, and some on her face.

"Pretty isn't she," stated Dillon taking up a small remote, "She is the product of DNA splicing. Her genes were molded with those of a female leopard. Project 246 is used in special missions like this one because of her heightened senses, animal instincts, and incredible endurance and stamina she is the perfect military weapon."

Dutch knelt down in front of the cage's door watching as she turned her face to face him as well, "This is barbaric, Dillon. How could someone do this to another human being?"

"That is none of our concern, my friend," he stated firmly watching as she scented the air curiously, "The only thing that you need to know is that we will be taking her on the mission. She was created for this kind of terrain and if she gets out of hand well all I have to do is press this button."

When he did so the girl let forth a snarl of pain and anger that caused her to collapse into a twitching ball.

"Stop it damn you!" yelled Dutch putting his hand through the bars to touch her shoulder but he had to quickly pull it back as she swung around to snap what could only be fangs at him. He watched in disbelief while she dragged herself as far back into the cage as she could possibly go.

"She will obey any command given to her with great accuracy," continued Dillon like it didn't bother him at all that he had hurt the panting female, "Project 246 is the best weapon the government can offer and she will be a great asset to our mission."

Dutch glared up at him in disbelief, "How can you just do something like that to her?"

He shook his head impatiently, "Dutch, she isn't human anymore. All that she has now is an animal's instincts and ways of thinking."

"That doesn't change the fact that she is still human no matter what her mind is," challenged Dutch staring at his friend angrily.

Dillon returned the look before harshly pointing a finger at the silent figure in the cage, "We have our orders, Dutch, she is coming with us wither you like it or not. Project 246 is our back up plan and she could just as well be the thing that saves our asses out there."

Dutch glared after his long time friend. Turning he looked at the small, crouched figure that remained silent through the argument, "Don't worry, Girl, I'll make certain you're treated fairly on this mission."

She didn't make a move as if she understood which caused him to sigh slightly before leaving as well. Yet, when he had left the room completely Project 246 raised her head with a slight pearling sound in her throat at the words of kindness. She had never experienced such a thing before and it brought her a warm feeling in her heart. Maybe this man wouldn't be like the other keepers like the black male. Maybe this male would show her more of this kindness that she had only dreamed of.

AN: Well I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please R & R and I'll have the next chapter out soon… btw more reviews make a speedier chapter just so you know.