Hicks snorted, a matching sneer growing on his face. "Didn't even get a chance to kill that bastard Weyland. He left his damn android on the planet. Who knows when he bugged out. Probably when it all started to go to hell. He doesn't seem the type to hang around and fix his mistakes. Or rescue his people." He hadn't warned the Corps either. Weyland had let those soldiers walk right into that mass of aliens. If it hadn't been for Winter and his people, they'd all have died there.
Not that it hadn't felt good to put a bullet into the Weyland android. The others had been pissed but they could get the information they needed off the android's hard drive. There was no point letting the thing try and talk its way out of anything.
He scrubbed his face with one hand then looked down into the glass in his hand. He took a drink then put it down. "And now we're here. On Earth. But not our Earth. Where we're fictional character in movies." He snorted and the sneer faded into a small smile. "And... we're real popular. They love you."