“Sir, we have visual,” A voice spoke quietly into the radio. Silence returned and sixty seconds passed. “Command, I repeat, we have visual. Do we advance?”

Greg cleared his throat and placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder, “Sarge. I think we need to get moving – we’ve got no signal out here, we either need to get to higher ground or you make the call.”

There was a sharp cut which followed, “I don’t believe I asked your advice, Staff Sergeant. Get back to your post,” The Sergeant Firce Class snapped before turning his gaze back to the sight on his rifle. The small squad of six had dug into the woods of the mountains and had eyes on a surprisingly extravagant house, waiting for nightfall to move in.

The Staff Sergeant looked to his brother skeptically and shook his head, lowering his voice as their squad leader called into his radio again, “I don’t like this, Tommy… Something’s wrong here…”

“What the fuck?!” Came another voice suddenly. This one lowered the binoculars from his face, “What the hell is that..?” He held out the equipment for their head, who snatched it up.

“Quiet down, corporal,” He said sharply, gazing into it, “What the hell are those things?”

The binoculars made it around to Greg who moved up and furrowed his brow. What he saw were the most grotesque things he’d ever seen. Their skins were of greens and their noses and ears were large and pointed. They were stouter than the average person, but they also carried things like axes and blunt boards… How many were there? A quick head count estimated about twenty and they were just running up the mountain at the house, expertly weaving through the trees of the mountain. Greg lowered the binoculars and passed them to Tom, bewildered.

“Sergeant, what do we do?” He asked, eyes wide as he adjusted his rifle to his shoulder, clicking it to automatic from semi-automatic.

“Nothing… Let’s see what happens…” He said before holding his radio again, “Command, this is Sergeant First Class Wellington, come in. We have eyes on… I don’t know what they are, but they’re not normal… Something is attacking the target, we need orders.”

Finally, a response came, “Wellington, you and your squad are going to be in the dark. Something’s happening here – we have no time. No evac is available, no time to explain, just get the fuck out of there.”

“Colonel Briggs, what the fuck is going on?”

“I said no time, sergeant. Get out of there, we can’t evac you either, the base is falling… This is the end. Godspeed, Delta Force... Do not engage – whatever it is you see, we don’t know what it is. GET OUT.” There was a loud whirling sound in the background as the transmission cut out. The man had thrown aside the radio as he reached the end of its cord and burst from the room he’d been in, headed for the only black hawk left, already powering up. He’d never make it – like he’d said: there was no time. There were shouts and screams, snarls and gunfire riddled in the background of the radio.

“Colonel? Briggs? What… What the fuck?!” Wellington tried vainly to get the device working again, but the fault was not on their end and it seemed they had lost all contact…

The whole squad looked to him for answers and he had none… Gunshots rang out across the mountain as the people in the house began to fight back. They didn’t last long.