When I arrive at the scene, they enemy is cornered by angry civilians and two soldiers trying to protect said civilians.

He is holding a small child by the throat, the boys mother is crying to one side being restrained by one of the soldiers. I turn my attention to my enemy.

He is easily 7’1", his dark gray skin visible beneath the tattered remnants of his human facade. The boy he is holding is beginning to turn an unnatural color. I need to act now.

I raise my weapon and call out.

“Attention Neptunion, you are a prisoner of war. Release the child and you will be held until your government can be contacted and an exchange arranged.”

They never agree, but calling them Neptunion usually sends them into a rage. It’s a risk, but I’m betting he’s gonna toss the kid. A few broken bones is better than a crushed trachea.

He doesn’t disappoint. He throws the child into a nearby cot, and charges me.

I open fire, two quick shots and its over. The eggheads say we need to study them. Now they have two to study.