Hicks lets out a rueful chuckle. “Well, son of a bitch...when were you going to tell us about that?”
Rodan says, “You were a prisoner, Corporal. Just let it go.”
“‘Let it go?’ I don’t think that’s gonna cut it. Now we’ve got one of those bastards crawling around on a ship that’s headed towards Earth. And you just torched our best chance at wasting it.”
Rodan jabs Hicks’ eyes with his own. “Soldier, if you and the lady were so tough, we wouldn’t be having this conversation in the first place.”
Hicks raises his voice and steps towards Rodan, “Well I’ve got a half a mind to-”
“HEY. GUYS,” yells Mack over the two bickering men. The two turn to her.
“Now’s not the time. You can settle your dick-measuring contest later. We need to start sealing doorways and blocking off air ducts. Whatever it takes to corner this fucker,” Mack says.
Hicks regards Rodan for another tense moment, then settles himself down. “Ok. What exactly is the plan here?”