General Philips had sent Major Dutch Schaefer on the mission that would ultimately bring
him face to face with the alien hunter in the jungles of Central America.
Philips briefed Dutch after the incident, collecting any and all information he had
on the mysterious extraterrestrial he encountrered.
Over the next few years, Philips devoted his resources to discovering more about the alien,
and observing their activity.
This would bring the operation to New York City in 1989, where a Predator hunt was underway
during a record-heatwave.
The mysterious gang killings would take place in the same jurisdiction as Detective Schaefer,
who happened to be the brother of Major Dutch.
This coincidence struck General Philips as significant, knowing what he knew about this
species.
The novel version of Predator: Concrete Jungle expands on General Philips' discovery of species
after his briefing with Dutch, and the investigations that would follow, and eventually lead him
to New York.
"It wasn't as if it was easy to believe.
Hell, Philips hadn't wanted to believe it himself when Dutch Schaefer had told him what
had happened out there in the jungle, even though Philips knew and trusted Dutch.
Eventually, though, he'd been convinced, and he'd convinced his superiors.
The evidence had been there.
This had to be kept quiet.
If the news ever leaked out to the general public . . .
Nobody paid any attention to the tabloids when they raved about space aliens, but if
the U.S. government was to announce that monsters from outer space were hunting humans in the
streets of New York-well, Philips wasn't sure how it would go over, but he knew he didn't
want to find out.
He imagined panicking crowds, crazed cultists, conspiracy theorists-half the people wouldn't
believe the official story and would assume it was covering up something illicit, while
the other half would probably see it as the end of the world.
And it wouldn't do any good.
Unless Dutch had lied, the things, whatever they were, had technology that made good old
U.S. know-how look like kids playing with sticks and pebbles.
The aliens had invisibility screens, energy cannon, pocket nukes.
They could do whatever they wanted to Earth, to the whole human race, and the best thing
humanity could do was ignore it, bear up under it, and wait for the bastards to get bored
and go away again.
They sure didn't want to get the aliens angry.
People were no match for those things.
Sure, Dutch had fought one and killed it and lived to tell about it-but Dutch was about
the toughest specimen the human race had ever produced, and he'd been damn lucky, as well.
Philips had listened to the whole story several times and knew how much to adjust for Dutch's
downplaying of his own talents-and even so, he knew Dutch had been lucky.
If the scientists could get their hands on some of those gadgets the creature had had,
maybe things would be different, but so far that hadn't happened, and it didn't look as
if it was going to anytime soon.
After they'd picked up Dutch and heard his report, Philips and his group had started
studying anything and everything that had seemed as if it might be related.
They had traced the legends in the area, had looked at everything from Star charts to missing-pet
reports, had gone looking for anything they could find.
They'd found plenty of evidence of the things, all right, had learned a little more about
their habits and patterns-but nothing of their technology.
The bastards were apparently very, very careful with their gadgetry-they didn't leave any
cosmic equivalent of tossed beer cans lying around, let alone anything really important.
But there hadn't been any real urgency to the studies.
The creatures had been coming to Earth to hunt people for centuries, and they always
hunted in hot, harsh climates, in the back country, never in any place important.
Until now.
Now the things were loose in New York.
The Air Force had picked up unfamiliar radar interference and had put word out to Philips's
group in hopes of finding an explanation; he'd theorized it might be the radar equivalent
of the shimmer effect the creatures' invisibility gadgets caused, and had asked where it had
been found.
And the Air Force had told him.
New York.
Philips had had a whole platoon of radar analysts and stealth specialists put on it, and they'd
confirmed the Air Force report.
If the radar was picking up what it appeared to be picking up, the things were in New York.
What the hell were they doing that far north?
If they wanted a city to play in, why not someplace like Rio, or Mexico City?
Maybe there was something special about New York, something in particular they wanted
there, but what?
It hadn't seemed likely that they wanted something specific, something that could be found only
in New York.
And it hadn't seemed reasonable that after centuries of confining their hunts to hot
places they'd suddenly go north."
General Phillips had been in contact with the New York Police Department upon recieving
the Air Force report that confirmed his original suspicions.
Soon after, the hunting activity occurred, in an attack that left eleven gang members
dead, with many being ritualistically skinned and hung upside down, done in the exact same
fashion as the Yautja in Central America.
Philips remained in contact with Captain McComb of the NYPD in anticipation for the attacks--
and, for the necessary coverups to be made after.
Philips had contacted Captain McComb the day before, and told him there might be some kind
of unusually vicious massacre about to happen, one that didn't seem to make any sense.
He'd said it would probably be somewhere that wasn't air-conditioned, that the victims would
probably be armed, that it would probably be well above street level.
Philips would follow up with McComb, asking who the victims were, if they were heavily
armed, and seemed to fit the profile.
Naturally, Captain McComb was curious about these henious premonitions and the odd questions
that followed.
He tried to get information from Philips about what exactly the hell was going on, and if
it would happen again.
Philips, quickly, put him in his place.
"Look, Captain, I can't explain why, but it's damn near a miracle we know as much as we
do about this, and it's just dumb luck that we spotted . . . that we got a hint something
like this might happen in New York.
We have no idea whether it'll happen again, or how often, or for how long-and it's not
your job to worry about it.
It's your job to keep everyone away from the scene, and to keep everything quiet, and that's
all.
We don't want any of your men involved, and we sure as hell don't want the press to get
even the slightest whiff of this."
"Just keep it quiet," McComb said.
"That's right," Philips agreed.
"Other than that, we'll handle it ourselves.
I'll be coming up there tonight with my people, and we'll be conducting the investigation.
You just keep your men clear."
McComb didn't like being ordered out,- he didn't like being told what to do by the feds-but
this was a special case.
It wasn't the FBI or some of the other Treasury boys this time-Philips was army, some kind
of special unit, and McComb's instructions to listen to him had come from the mayor,
who'd said that his instructions came from the White House.
In response to these instructions, McComb made his own restrictions when it came to
Detective Schaefer, who investigated the crime scene despite being ordered otherwise.
Schaefer had his own instincts about these killings, and they had a closer connection
to him than he could have possibly known at the time.
The novel of Concrete Jungle explains General Philips' thoughts on this possible connection,
describing the following:
"Philips had been astonished to find out that Dutch's brother was not just a cop, but a
New York City homicide detective and the one who'd been first on the scene at the first
massacre.
It had been Dutch who'd brought out the word on these things, these alien killers, in the
first place.
It was Dutch who had told Philips and his people everything they knew that was worth
knowing about the hunters.
If it hadn't been for Dutch, that squad would have just vanished into the jungles without
a trace, and they'd never have known what happened to it.
Hell of a coincidence, running into Dutch's brother on this case-if it was a coincidence.
But what else could it be?
Those things couldn't have known Dutch's brother was in New York-not unless they were mind
readers, or something.
Of course, there was no way to be sure they weren't mind readers.
Or they might have mindreading machines.
They might have any technology he could imagine, and probably some he couldn't.
Or maybe they could just smell the Schaefers, somehow.
Who knew?"
General Philips' investigations of the Yautja species was a focus of Concrete Jungle, and
would go on to connect with Detective Schaefer's storylines in more Predator comics to follow.
These investigations are separate from the Other World Life Form Task Force led by Peter
Keyes, in Los Angeles 1997.
Unlike Peter Keyes, Philips' operation was limited to observing and reporting, rather
than aggressively attempting to attain a specimen - in the hopes of avoiding an interspecies
war against a race that apparently has vastly superior weaponry.
But, perhaps, by the time Philips was involved, the first shots had already been fired - years
before, by Dutch against the Jungle Hunter.
Phillips seems to believe there's a connection between the events in Central America and
the Predator Activity in New York, directly involving Dutch's brother.
Do you think the Predators seek revenge against kin of their prey?
Or is it more about the worthiness- or, even, smell, as Philips puts it- of the one being
hunted?
Comment below and let me know what you think.
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