The now identified 5E7 stood at the doorway assessing the situation before it. Amanda started while 39 still looked like he was hit by a truck. This thing was only human in shape, every limb was armoured like a tank, a hulking humanoid tank, it's face was flat with two hexagonal eyes dimly glowing a soft blue, and its left arm seemed to end with a canon instead of a hand. He was a sort of rusted silver and his voice was monotone and honestly, very boring. Just listening to him was a chore.

+This unit sees that you are now acquainted with each other.+

Getting up it was 39 who spoke, "Um, ok… explanations anyone, cause I'm at a loss. She can scream and your completely metal if your scent is anything to go by."

Indeed the first thing 39 ever noticed was scent. The 5E7 was completely metalic to his nose, the girl smelt like, well a girl. He thought he smelt something else at first but it was faint and he sure as hell wasn't gonna try to sniff a kid.

+This unit understands. I am 5E7. I am an artificial intelligence designed and created by Doctor Zou Yuhan for the chinese military. The building collapsed on the third week of my activation and now I room the globe in hopes of finding meaning. Despite being created for military use I found it illogical to restrain myself to just that. Now this world is threatened and I reveal myself. I have requested the aid of special individuals through the use of the various governments. Amanda, the French government found you on the streets and have since been passed from handler to handler, your mutation has allowed you to decimate 6 of the invaders. 39, your entire existence is blacked out and even I was unaware of you until you systematically hunted and destroyed all invader presence in Pakistan. We are to unite with another individual, and track the entrance point for the invaders.+

"Ok."

+You have no further queries?+

"No."

A this point a new voice spoke, "Well then, I guess we're goin monster hunting."

The voice belonged to a woman, she strode in her entire posture screaming confidence. Blonde, green eyes, and dressed like a cowgirl…. Wait, what? The gears in 39's head stopped. This newcomer smelt of barbecue and alcohol. He took it back, he had many more inquiries now.

"Name is Barbra. I'm your liaison and in charge of this group. So listen up."

Was she going to explain the situation again, yes she was. At this point he was no longer lost, he was crazy, in an asylum and dreaming in a medically induced coma, none of this made sense enough to be real.

"The UN is teaming up with an organization called Chaldea, and they've used magic to track these things to a location in Antarctica, D-point. A team was sent ahead to make a base from which we'll start operations against this alien menace. Questions?"

39 had to speak up, "Several, What is Chaldea? Who are you? And we're just going in with virtually no intel, and finally, who here has military training?"

"I'll answer them in order, Chaldea is now a UN sanctified magic organization, I already introduced myself, we know what their called where they're coming from and that their looking for some rocks, and you're the only one with any training."

"Ok, what rocks, and how did you get this position, in fact why am I not leading this if that's the case?"

"Simple, I'm one hell of a shot, and the rocks are apparently their generals or something stuck in gemstones, got it."

"HELL NO! If you have no military training I can't trust you, she's still a kid and admittedly he looks cool as hell, though he could use a new voice, I still can't tell his intentions."

"Relax kid, while the team sets up the F.O.B, we'll be getting that information. I'm no rookie here, and the only one over 18. All governments and parties agreed to this, which by itself is goddamn miracle We have 3 hours to prep before we head to london."

It was now that Amanda's turn to chim in. Raising her paper it read : Why London?

"Because we captured one alive."

Authors note:

I apologize for the less than stellar writing and short chapters.

As always, all works belong to their respective owners, all oc's are my own creations.