Beautiful skies...white sandy beaches...the smell of the sea, and young, fun-loving women enjoying the moment. Summer days were the favorite of a certain post-graduate of a now publically known academy, and Palm Beach, Florida was just the place to be for him.
No responsibilities. No-one to instruct him on how to do his job. There was absolutely no flaw in this particular day and that was exactly how he-
"General Wölfisch of the non-human ground troops, division XIII task force?" asked a stoic man who was currently blocking out the sun above the vacationer.
"Damn," spat out the aforementioned general, "You'd better have a young member of the fairer sex with you."
Some would question the young man's title almost immediately, but that would be by those who had most obviously been living under a rock for the past four years. At that time the media had a massive surge as the news that humans had never been alone on earth as an intelligent being. Indeed, and not only that, but the announcement had actually come from the forty-fifth president of the United States of America.
Now that "The States" and other countries in the world had finally climbed out of their recent economic depression, the president somehow saw an opportunity in this to reveal that she wasn't in fact human and that she could prove it.
This sparked dramatic unrest in many tens of millions of people, but on April 27th, 2014 a great history altering change was soon to be made. The president was making a live-footage meeting in a park in Washington D.C and all seemed normal. Well, that was until ten minutes into one of her speeches. The time was 4:37 in the afternoon and a massive, birdlike creature blotted out the sunshine over the crowd of on-looking spectators. People fled out of sudden unknown instinct while others were paralyzed in fear where they stood.
The result of the meeting, and exactly what transpired was a story best saved for later. Right now the bland-tones man was beginning to attract attention of the suspicious kind.
"Unfortunately sir," continued the man, "no women come out of the vehicle with me, but I am certain that they are still waiting for you inside of it."
The general stiffly climbed out of his beach chair with military badge in hand along with his standard issue colt 9mm and looked at his unwanted company. It was indeed another man. He wore a grey suit with a clock design on his right shoulder and had a clip board in hand. This along with the man's grey dress pants were the usual, if not only, uniform of the infiltration division, or simply unit VIII. This particular unit answered to General Wölfisch's division, this being the ground task force or the "Hound Dogs" as many of the American military personnel would call it.
"So, what's all of this about?" asked general Wölfisch. "Did I receive a new mission or something? It'd better not get any of my recruits killed..."
"Certainly not General Wölfisch." Assured the man. "My employer simply wishes for your company. Alone."
With suspicion practically dripping from his reluctant stare General Wölfisch grabbed his shirt and sunglasses and then followed the VIII unit member to a black army jeep which was guarded by two armed men with M16s in hand.
"As always," sighed the General, "you VIII members can't ever seem to learn how to pick your cars."
"No offense taken," replied the man calmly, "-pervert-captain."
Laughing, General Wölfisch hopped into the jeep to find several women in uniform staring at him. None looked nearly the same age as what he had pictured and each were scowling at him.
"I'll...put my shirt on..."