Predators2010

Isabelle:
You put us at risk yourself. You want to be on your own, you got it.

Royce:
Why don't you tell them the truth?

Isabelle:
I don't know what you're talking about.

Royce:
You know what I'm talking about. The way you looked at that thing that was strung up, the way you reacted. She knows what it is. Don't you?

Isabelle:
We don't have a name for them. '87, Guatemala. A spec ops team went into the jungle. High end. Six men plus a CIA liaison. Only one made it out. In his debrief, he said they came in contact with something. He gave a detailed description. The thing on the totem. It wore some kind of camouflage that adjusted to ambient light. Made it nearly invisible in our spectrum. It could see in infrared. Heat signatures. He used mud to block his. That's how he beat it. It hunted and killed his team, one by one.

Royce:
Whatever it is, wherever they're from, we're going to kill them all. We set up a defensive perimeter. Make it look like we are holing up. That'll bring them to us. We force them into a choke point. We get them in overlapping fields of fire. It can be done. I can't do it alone.