Alien 3 (1992) - Trading Card #27

Datalog: Approx. 0:2000 Hours, Day 2

I startled it from its nest inside the infirmary air ducts. My only weapon, a heavy lead pipe, was useless. The Alien batted it out of my hand like a matchstick, then crept toward me. But it didn't attack. I didn't think it would. Not when I had its queen gestating inside me.