Alien- Specimen Seven

The longer Cruz stared at the creature, the more he wondered at its genetic origins. A static at the back of his brain started to rise, as if he’d tuned in to some new broadcast. The adult Xenomorph drones on either side of Seven began to spit acid at the glass. Their jaws launching forward, their tongues following like alien stilettos. Cruz felt a need to do something. He wanted to do something, but he didn’t know what it was.
Cruz blinked and shook his head. The feeling remained, but it lessened a bit. Was he feeling contact from Seven? Had it told Six and Eight to attack the glass, and was he able to listen in to part of it? Or was he imagining it?
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Cruz’s head buzzed with some sort of purpose he couldn’t quite work out. He felt the energy. He felt a directive, but he lacked the translation to understand what it meant. He turned to Six and watched it spit acid repeatedly at the same spot. Over and over. Acid. On the glass. Then he turned to Eight and watched it doing the same thing. Directed. Focused.
Then Cruz understood.
Seven was smart.
Seven was the brain.
Seven wanted to escape.
It didn’t have the capacity itself, but it did have a way to influence.
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He watched as the other Xenomorphs attacked the glass for a few more moments, then he pressed a button. Fire rained down on Seven, causing it to flinch and fall back. And the other two Xenomorphs?
They stopped their attacks on the glass, instead investigating their demesne as they had been—in menacing whirls and jerks, tails whipping, no longer concerned at what they’d just been poised to do.
Cruz nodded.
Kash had definitely been right. Whether by design or accident, Seven was a creature to be watched.
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While examining Seven, Hoenikker couldn’t help wondering if the Xenomorph might not have been genetically triggered because of the absence of a queen. Could nature be predisposed to fill a vacuum? He had been fascinated by Seven’s apparent ability to silently manipulate or direct the other Xenomorphs. But now, after three more days of having to flame Seven because the others were spitting acid on their glass containment fronts, the humanlike Xeno was becoming a pain in the ass.
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What upset Cruz the most was that Seven seemed to be influencing the new Leon-895 he’d been able to create using the stem cells he’d mined from the original creature. At the same time as the Xenomorphs began to spit acid, the Leon would begin cycling through the colors of the spectrum in a dizzying display of camouflage.

Infiltrator, Chapters 32 and 33