Rescued or Not

It was as Jon was sat down in one of the old buildings a fire burning in front of him with an open can of fruit in front of him that the notification came in.

[Extraction Unavailable]

[Mission Assigned]

[You are to survive the second part of this event promising results will earn a reward]

Now that did not, please him at all but there was really nothing he could do now but wait for someone to show up investigating all of the ruckus that had happened.

From there he would probably be transferred to the town in the mountains where the second movie happened or perhaps events would change entirely because of what he had done. There could be no crash and instead the xenomorph plague could spread across the planet starting from here.

Gripping his makeshift spear tighter Jon adjusted the makeshift straps again checking over the new metal pole that served as a shaft for it. He also had a pile of guns stacked up next to the fire clips resting uniformly on a crate he had dragged into the building.

He had a partially disassembled handgun resting beside him on the crate he was using as a seat his mind working to dissect what made it work.

That was an advantage he was noticing about the increased mind stat it was increasing not just his thought process but his overall intelligence. Things were easier to work out and all the flaws in his plans were becoming more apparent with each passing second.

There was the very real possibility that he would be detained and the alien drop pods not far away would be discovered then he would be locked up for questioning.

He needed to get a move on the thought barely leaving his head before a series of figures in all white camo outfits came surging into the room. They had guns up sweeping the room laser dots covering all of Jon's vitals in a second after noticing his presence at the fire.

"Down on the ground! Now!" The order came loud and fast leaving him no time to process it before the butt of a rifle slammed into the side of his head.

Seeing stars Jon crumbled to the floor shaking his head slowly as the dazed feeling left almost immediately the surprise being the only thing keeping him on the floor.

He had clearly felt the blow hit the pain wasn't lessened but the actual physical effects of it seemed to just fade away rapidly leaving him clear thinking but on the floor as his hands were zip tied.

A small grin made its way onto his face buried in the snow being wiped away by the time they hauled him to his feet. The two men dragging him out of the building were none too gentle about it, but he could also tell that he was stronger than them as well.

The difference was far higher than he expected.

[That is too be expected]

[Average Stats for Humans in this Universe are anywhere from 1-12 points in any attribute]

The prompt was surprising to see but clarified what he was feeling immediately as more strength seemed to bubble to the surface.

Jon had to reevaluate his thoughts on how quickly the changes to the stats took effect. He was able to feel changes still happening now that he was actually focusing his body was working on pushing past the normal limit it hadn't quite caught up to the displayed value.

A bag was shoved over his head as they continued to lead him forward hauling him up the side of the slope towards what he could now hear was a helicopter.

They soon had him tossed into the back a number of straps being secured across his body though realistically it was already better than the building he had taken shelter in.

Laying on the board that he was secured to quietly still playing the part of being dazed from the blow Jon listened to a number of people moving around struggling as they moved the drop pods.

It brought a small smile to his lips as he listened to them over the sound of the blades spinning up.

"The sole survivor secured?"

"Yeah, really tightly at that someone tipped us off to this whole operation happening all the way up here. But it is worse that they seemed to know that there would be just one or two survivors."

"Not our job to question orders only to follow them hit him with the gas its a long flight."

Hearing that had Jon on the move trying to break free of the straps managing to snap one on his leg as the bag was ripped off two marines planting their knees on him to hold him still.

A mask connected to a small tank was crammed over his face the marines fighting hard to keep him from turning his head to the side.

"Damn bastards stronger than expected." The bigger of the two marines that was already starting to blur at the edges spoke up before a fist slammed down on Jon's head twice.

Now that had the desired effect on Jon managing to slow his struggles for a second as the gas worked its way deeper into his body.

"Fuckers got a thick skull I think my knuckles are bruised."

"That is what you get for punching the man twice Lieutenant." The last voice had a thick british accent as a third face appeared with both hands behind the back.

Jon was on the verge of being unconscious at that point his mind latching onto the familiar logo on the man as he finally passed out. The little umbrella corporation logo haunting his drug induced sleep.

Doctor Issacs Pov

The survivor had resisted the lab engineered gas for longer than the team that had designed said anyone could that had drawn his attention bringing him to the helicopter.

But it was when the young man not only took two punches to the head to daze but also managed just by existing to bruise the Lieutenants knuckles with the blows that really interested him.

Doctor Issacs had personally seen to it that the man was enhanced as the government had requested though he had slipped in a couple of doses of the virus that had come out of the labs to see its effects.

The side effects of the virus were already displaying themselves though as minor twitches and lost clumps of hair Issacs looked the survivor over carefully.

This one though seemed naturally tougher than the average man Issacs got delivered to his lab and down in the snow he knew that something alien was down there he had seen them from a safe distance.

Turning over the spear that one of the marines had passed him Issacs found himself fascinated by the segmented tail section that was secured to the metal. The bladed end was durable and sharp while the chitin plating it seemed solid and resilient there were so many specimens to examine.

"Make sure to not damage the subject more than needed it appears that he was already wounded escaping the structure buried here."

Issacs moved aside the wrapping that had replaced the torn pieces of shirt looking over the wound carefully as he prodded inside of it checking the depth of the wound. It seemed to him that scar tissue was already forming further into the wound, but no muscles had been damaged.

Moving onto the face Issacs twisted his head to the side looking over the three cuts down the side of the young man's face.

"These will scar as well."

"Get him transported to the facility in Colorado."

"Got it Doc."

Within minutes the helicopter took off carrying behind it the two drop pods disappearing into the distance relying on unrevealed Umbrella technology to extend its operational distance.