Lex was not summoned to the ship in response to the fire fight between the LAPD and the Yaujta. She wasn't sure whether this was a good or bad thing. Was she suspected of tipping the LAPD off resulting in the death of a Yautja guard? Or was she simply being ignored? Two police officers had been killed in the fire fight. She wondered if Chief Harrigan would stop working with her or even try to arrest her now. She decided to wait a few days and then attended the public funeral of the two officers.

"They were good cops," Harrigan said sadly as she came up to him.

"This is a war. There will be casualties," she reminded him.

"I know," he muttered. "Now I have Feds all over me," he said wearily.

Men in suits approached Harrigan from the side. One of which was thin but tall with sunglasses on. "I'm sure you remember me Harrigan. I am taking over your investigation. I hope I can depend on your cooperation," he said.

"Yeah, I remember you Garber. With Keyes dead, I guess that gave you a promotion," Harrigan said crossly.

"Yes it did. No thanks to you we have very little information on how these creatures operate. Now, you've managed to get two of your men killed," Garber shot back.

"What do you want?" Harrigan asked impatiently.

"We want to know how you knew where to strike at those creatures. You must have a good source," Garber surmised.

"A good hunch," Harrigan lied.

Garber stared at Lex briefly wondering who she was. "We have already searched your office thoroughly. The Chief gave us his full cooperation," Garber smirked.

"You did what?"

"It looks like you were holding out on us. That pistol you have on your wall has the creature's alien DNA on it and other synthetic elements not found on Earth," Garber revealed.

Harrigan kept his mouth shut. "And who is she?" Garber demanded.

"A consultant on this case," Harrigan said vaguely.

"I can help you," Lex blurted out.

"How? What do you know?" Garber asked seriously.

"We should take this conversation somewhere else," Lex said. She felt like she was being watched and the tombstones around her weren't helping.

"Fine, we will meet at this address at twenty hundred. Don't be late," Garber said.

"Asshole," Harrigan cursed as Garber left with his men.

"We have to work with him. Only together do you have a chance," Lex said.

That night, Harrigan and Lex drove up to an abandoned warehouse. Garber and his men were already there setting up equipment. The warehouse was filled with motion detectors, cameras that detected different types of light, and traps. One of Garber's men carefully led the two inside the warehouse and then closed the door.

Lex noticed the trained German Shepherds in the room. Looking at all the equipment the Feds had prepared, she was actually impressed. "What do you got?" Garber asked impatiently.

"I'm one of them, so ask anything you want," Lex said.

Garber stared at Lex not sure if he should believe her. He was on the verge of arresting her when she stopped him. "If you try to arrest me I will activate a homing beacon on my wrist band which will alert the creatures that I am in trouble. We will all be dead," she warned.

Garber eyed the alien piece of equipment. "Okay, let's talk," he allowed.

"I was human but I was turned into one of them as part of an experiment. I am able to stay human as long as I take a special medicine. This device is a cloaking device, this is a gas powered blade wrist band, this is a plasma cannon, and this a medical kit," she said putting the equipment on the table.

"We need to test all of this," Garber said excitedly.

"That's not part of the deal. You can look but not touch," Lex said forcefully.

Garber settled himself and continued the questioning. "What are they here for?"

"They're here to hunt you. They're only interested in hunting the most challenging prey. In this case, it is the criminals and you," she said.

"What are their vulnerabilities?"

"They're not that different from us. They have greater tolerance to traumatic injuries but they can be killed. They're hard to kill because their blood clots quickly and they have organs inside them that hold excess blood. They could lose a few pints and still be fine," Lex detailed.

"Do they regrow limbs? Are they reptiles or mamals?"

"They don't regrow limbs, but they have very good prosthetics. Despite their appearance they are more like us than reptiles."

"What about their senses? Their sight, hearing, and smell?"

"Their sight is poor in our atmosphere, their hearing is very good, and their smell is also very good but only when they take off their masks."

"Can they live without their masks here?"

"For a short period of time they can breathe and then they'll eventually pass out."

"How many of them are here?"

"There are two dozen that came down on my ship. There could be others I don't know of."

"How long will they be here?"

Lex hesitated to answer that question. "They're looking for members of their own kind. There were some humans that were transformed as well, but these guys were psychopaths. And now these psychopaths could expose them. So, they're here to hunt down these creatures and kill them before that happens."

"These different ones are here?"

"We know there is at least one in the Los Angeles area. We think that he could be manipulating the Jamaican drug lords."

"How many total are there?"

"We think there are a dozen of them in the western hemisphere."

"Do they have the same weapons as the others?"

"No, they just have blades, a mask, and a cloak."

Garber looked at his notes and wondered what to think of this. "I suppose it's only right to tell us what we know. A high-tech microwave emitter was stolen from a ship at a port in LA. It is used to vaporize water into a vapor. It was invented to purify salt water for Third World missions. Does any of this make sense to you?"

Lex gave a blank stare. "We found a new drug on the streets that can enter the blood stream merely by breathing it in. It's very potent and very addictive. It's naturally produced as a liquid," Harrigan said.

"They're going to poison the water supply," Lex realized.

"If they can vaporize the water in the pipes they could intoxicate whole city blocks. You could create tens of thousands of potential customers," Harrigan said.

"Are there any incidences of the water supply being broken into?" Garber asked.

"I think I recall a case," Harrigan considered.

Garber turned a laptop to Harrigan. "Your password, we can look through all LAPD case files."

Harrigan eyed Garber with an antagonistic expression but then gave him the password. Garber's men then went to work looking through crime files. "We found one incident of vandalism and stolen property at a water treatment plant. The suspects were profiles as African American with braids."

"Looks like the theory fits," Garber said pleased.

"Hey, that's racial profiling," Harrigan objected.

Garber rolled his eyes. "We will need to plan on making a trap for these Jamaicans at a water treatment plant."

"How will we know when they're going to strike?" Harrigan asked.

"I have a source inside the Jamaican drug cartel," Lex volunteered.

"You're full of surprises," Garber smirked. "You will need some protection. Wesley will be assigned to guard you."

Wesley came forward; he was African American, muscular, and had a military haircut. "I don't think that will be necessary," Lex protested.

"I can't afford to lose you and I want to keep an eye on you," Garber said.

Lex wondered if coming to this meeting was such a good idea. Wesley gave her a grin as if enjoying the prospect. "He will escort you out," Garber said.

Lex left the table with Wesley following behind. As soon as she left the warehouse, Wesley grabbed her firmly and then escorted her to his car. "What about my car?" Lex protested.

"We will have it towed to your address in the morning," he said in a deep voice.

He took the passenger seat of the car. "Drive," he ordered.

Lex did as she was told bringing the car to her apartment. Wesley looked around using his flashlight to examine the outside. "Go inside," he ordered.

Once she was inside, Wesley barged in and began exploring the apartment. "This will work," he approved.

"Work for what?" Lex questioned.

"I will be residing here until the end of this assignment," he said.

"That wasn't part of the deal," Lex said angrily.

"We are altering the deal," he said simply. "And don't try anything," he said revealing a jacket filled with small explosive tubes.

"You're crazy," she said giving him a stupefied look.

"You're the human that claims to be an alien," he replied back.

"You can sleep on the couch then," Lex said defeated.

The next day, Lex wondered how she would ditch a highly trained federal agent. As she went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, the agent was already waiting for her. "You usually wake up at 8pm?" he asked as if disgusted.

"Sorry, I am just a civilian," she said defensively.

He watched her intently as she made oatmeal. "Have you had anything to eat?" she asked him.

"I already ate," he said simply.

"Well, I need to get out for a coffee. You coming?" she asked.

"I am assigned to follow you wherever you go," he said.

"Well, I prefer if you follow me where I can see you."

The two walked a few blocks and found a Starbucks. After she ordered a coffee, Wesley sat at a table waiting for her. "Sure, you don't want one?" she asked politely.

"I don't drink coffee. Never developed a taste for it," he said.

"So, tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?" Lex asked.

"My work comes first. I manage many people under me. I suppose my hobby is hunting," he said.

"What kind of game?" Lex asked curiously.

"Criminals."

Lex frowned at her lack of success in getting him to open up. "Where are you from?"

"Pasadena," he replied.

"What got you interested in the DEA?"

"My peers in school took drugs and ruined their lives. Now, many of them are dead or imprisoned. I decided to take the opposite path. My best friend was gunned down by drug dealers," he said.

"Sorry," Lex muttered.

"It was a long time ago," he downplayed.

"So, you probably think I am a monster right?"

"I don't have an opinion. I was assigned to watch you and to protect you," he said.

"You married?" Lex asked.

"I was but I am divorced," he said.

Lex nodded as weird thoughts went through her head. He was impressively built, an intimidating voice, and looked very cool with his black shades. He was dressed in black pants, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. His shoes were black and shined.

"You ready for the raid," he asked.

"I think I can manage it," Lex said although she was not entirely sure.

"We should begin your training," he advised.

"What do you have in mind?" Lex wondered.

Wesley took out a piece of paper. "Shooting range, wall climbing, martial arts training, and arrest techniques," he said.

"Is that really necessary with the technology I have?" Lex asked.

"You always should be prepared in case it fails," he said.

"Alright then, let's begin."