[ EU ] An invisible alien killer is on the loose . Chris Hansen is tasked to Catch A Predator

He sat on the rooftop of the abandoned warehouse as silently and still as a statue on a Gothic church. Since he had come to this area, there had been a lack of the usual prey. Hunts by the ones before had scared his trophies after the sun set. The last few weeks were spent eliminating several targets, but none were grand enough to prove himself. Additionally, each time a swarm of their kind surrounded the area, requiring a stealthier exit than the others before him described. For a while, he began to imagine himself returning to the elders without a worthy skull to show for the extended trip. That would all change after tonight though, he had finally tracked a worthy being. 
 Although he began his hunt from the heights of the structures these creatures holed themselves up in, he had to resort to a primitive type of communication they still utilized. These `` speaking-rooms'' as translated from their language allowed him to pose as one of them across the world using only the characters of their language. It took a while to become proficient at the task, but he persisted until he found one worthy of harvest. 
 This one called himself `` Sledgehammer Sam'', and his accolades consisted of 15 battles with others, all resulting in victory. He was a larger one, nearly a hand taller than all the others and much more broad in the shoulders. It seemed as if he spent his entire life with a focus on becoming stronger and deadlier than the ones he fought. Further delving into his history also revealed a dependence on varying chemicals and numerous encounters with the forces of authority on this planet. He would not be missed, and others could return to hunt in this area within a few seasons. 
 The slam of a car door broke the silence and his concentration. Within a few seconds, his target's heat signature became visible against the cold of the rusted metal buildings. He could see the hand reach into a pocket and pull out a small device which Sam looked at and touched before glancing around and entering the building. 
 Within a few seconds, his wrist device lit up, signifying a message from his prey. 
 `` I'm here, where r u?'' 
 Communicating with this species had become much easier after he hacked into their machines in space and synched his equipment with theirs. 
 `` B there in 5, wait 4 me,'' was his response. He descended quietly to an upper balcony and opened the door he had spent the last few days greasing to reduce the groaning noise to a whisper. 
 `` U got the stuff'' 
 The dependence of his target on a white powdered chemical proved to be the key to this entire hunt. It made it almost too easy to get him alone in a secluded area for the kill. 
 `` Yup, if u got what we talked about'' 
 The paper these creatures collected, useless but they traded it nonstop. 
 He approached the final door before the room where his target was. Taking a deep breath, he prepared the blades on his forearm and burst through to see... a different creature dressed in more formal clothing. Then, in a calm voice the creature spoke three simple words. 
 `` Please sit down''
