Visitors

A few minutes earlier

"I always hate having to go to work man..."

Dan looks at Steve, his gruff face still looking with boredom and listlessness. Feeling snug in his faded white T-shirt with what seemed like an anime of an ancient, century old Toyota with panda colours. Hardly covering the stomach he had begun to have ever since he had been forced to write reports constantly in Sector C. His eyes fluttered. Filled with eye bags that sink deep into his dull tanned skin which filled with the aroma of caffeine that attempted to linger into his nose. Desperately trying to hide his hasty voice complaining about his miserable life, still wondering why he was forced to work for them. Hoping he could make his new friends around him understand.

He looks to his left, watching the young lady swayed her long fringe. Known amongst her colleagues as Carissa, she looked like a young punk with her rather messily attired thick dark brown coat, T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was extremely long, as if she didn't bother to cut it for years. Cold on the outside with her eye patch and rather plain expression, she seemed like she wants to kill everyone with her sniper rifle tucked beneath her coat. Built to convert and flip open unlike her two pistols that jammed into her belt. They glimmered amongst the bright lights that blanketed the entire café at the top floor of a building. Filled with people from all walks of life who struggled to stay awake. Carelessly watching the price of every mug of cappuccino and mocha. Eager to stay away from her with fear. Her name of 'Big Hands' is after all not necessary the markings of a friendly hero name. But unlike what most thought of her, her character was the completely opposite. Extremely energetic as if she had slept comfortably last night, she could able to go to a club to dance and mingle all night had she not have a party dress on and guns. Hardly unlike the girl opposite her who calls herself Rachel. Her rather unorthodox name, 'Polka' didn't help.

Despite looking welcoming with her rather cute polka dot shirt and large dress, she seemed extremely boring for the only metal bender in the organization. She had been with them for over an hour in the cafe but she hadn't spoke a single word. Probably hiding her uncomfortable emotions in her uptight ballerina dress. A spinning weapon, it hid multiple removable blades which revealed a double-bladed tornado of pain in battle. Intricate and polished unlike her baseball bat filled with colourful stickers and bold scratch marks. Not someone with good tastes especially with her stupid outfit. Attempting to gain clout in the new sector despite all the nonsense. Brave but stupid.

"Look man we all know that. Can't you just like... keep quiet for once? Like Polka over here?"

He peers back at the grumpy man, his elbows slouching by the oily table with his hands holding back his large head, lazily stirring the coffee to a thick bright brown that attracted his eyes. Moaning about his past with his friend as they rolled their eyes. Ignoring the squabbles of life like it was nobody's business.

"Yeah right. I mean aren't we supposed to be kicking ass and fighting crime? This is kinda lame."

Carissa looked away, sarcastically responding to his now intolerable conversation as she snobbishly crossed her legs, revealing her rather muscular thighs in the flesh. Her eyes lazily rolling over, grimly relaxing by the small chairs which puffed up upon her weight. She looks out the window, noticing the people rushing to work, pushing through the cobblestone amongst the cold weather with their phones glued to their eyes. It was like any other day.

As they wandered through the junctions however, a loud screech echoed through the sky, revealing the large apparitions which overshadowed the large sun. Rattling the people who stood back stunned. She gets up, watching in newfound silence at the large ships which appeared to surround the earth. Nearly the size of the moon and filled with squadrons of ships that laid close by. Swarming the scenery like flies. She looks on in horror, confusing and worrying her colleagues who looked at the commotion as she peered out of the large window that began to murmur into a scared crowd. Running and hiding beneath their tables. Terrified from the past war.

"W-W-What... is that..."

The biggest ship looked down upon them with disgust. Visibly messy in design with a lot of exposed electronics that seemed hardly cleaned, dusty within the large grey shielding that hid the components from view. It clamped itself together. Hiding the rectangular electronics that fizzled with electricity, jumping violently from the ship and onto the panels upon a red hue that glowed, each launching open itself to form what seemed like a flower that burst with life, each petal glowing with wires like veins, sparkling red in the rising sun. Overflowing with power.

Beside the machine laid large ships with four large fins. Shaped like a submarine with large launch decks hidden below the ship, they silently watched alongside it. Staring back at them like a bunch of wolves, laying by the rocks and debris for a chance to pounce and obliterate. She gulped, unable to comprehend what was going one, freezing and numb in her thoughts. Scrambling to piece together what was going on amongst the ramble behind her. Only being distracted by the loud screeching from their phones and bright projections which glitched itself alive. Carefully gaining everyone's attention as it flickers alive, filled to the brim with gibberish and poor English grammar they could hardly understand.

"Planet ELW5-31S! You shall be in seige under Protocol B88 in violation of the Universal Agreement of Universal Ending Weapons and the kidnapping of an alien species! Surrender your leaders or face being obliterated!"

It's voice boomed through the atmosphere, echoing through the clouds and onto people's homes. Watching in horror and confusion. Packing their bags and dashing out of their homes in a panicked frenzy amid passing jets and robots that zoomed overhead. Scrambling from the floating air bases to meet them in a confrontation. Pointing their weapons in defiance and eerie vexation. Clogging the clouds and jamming the runways with unease.

Alfred looks out from the large tower that was Sector C, his hands placed by his back and his eyebrows furrowing. Carelessly tossing aside documents of United Union talks that hardly mattered with no one responding to the information. Pushed under the rug behind everybody's back. He has not even heard from that man, still yet to return to his office. He closes his eyes, hearing the footsteps of men rushing through the corridors and budging past the doors and the assistants who struggled to keep up with the large numbers of hulking flesh and fabric. Panting upon reaching the loud couches that greeted their sweaty palms.

"G-G-Guy is dead. He had been found in the UK with a bullet to his head with his perpetrator missing. Please step up to the leadership role now as Chief Commander."

He looks back, fidgeting his fingers with his eyes still unable to take off the gaze of the large looming machines. Sighing at another colleagues. Unable to know what he feel from his situation he had created so far.

"Guy is dead huh..."

He turns back, looking at his desperate men. Their face flustered at their situation and their hair flowing out of control like it was a water park. Unable to keep themselves in control of their emotions that ran wild across the room.

"What did they meant when they said we kidnapped an alien?"

The men peered at each other, shrugging their shoulders and murmuring about. Their eyes run wide and fearful. Gritting their teeth in frustration upon their hopeless situation as they went on their knees and explained in their plea.

"Look man, Guy ordered us to take that kid away and test it... If they finds out... We would be-"

"WHERE IS IT?"

The men silently spoke, gasping for air between their murmurs. Only to be shaken by his shouting which silenced the room. They looked away, frightened by the lacklustre wrinkles and hiding their hair, standing stunned at the grumpy man. Catching their breath and feeling every bone stuck to their spots.

"It... is... in Sector A... in a factory... once owned by Airlanders... and it had been 'looked after' upon..."

He slams the table, pressing upon the table which began to crack. Pleading for leniency. His face extremely livid and his eyes burning heavily into the sea of the rising sun. Unable to believe how The United Union, the organisation he now works in, the one who is always strict and relentless, carelessly failed to check. Now the butt of laughs and misfortune.

"That pillock."