Questions, Explaining & Orders:

The Barn:

My training officer had seen the scars on my neck and face and hadn't asked how I had gotten them or anything like that. He had stared and I had said nothing. Finishing the first day back on the job as a Rookie, we got back to the Barn and I was in the Locker Room when Williams, Shaw and Swarek walked in. The others, like me, had finished getting dressed into civilian clothes and were headed out the door. Everyone stopped.

Williams walked up to me and moved my head to the side, looking at the scars. All three Training Officers knew that those scars hadn't been there the first time I had been a Rookie so to come back with them must mean that something bad had happened in the three years I was away. That's when the questions started.

"So, you've been gone for three years now Desantiago. What's your reason for walking off the job three years ago without even telling us where you were going?" Shaw asked.

"Yeah, and where did you get the scars? You didn't have them the last time you were a Rookie?" Swarek said.

"And why come back now? After all these years, what's your reason for coming back now?" Williams asked. I had walked out of the Locker Room with them following me. I didn't want to tell them, but it's not like I had a choice. My second in command, Captain Johnson and the rest of my team had walked in, decked out in full Military Uniform. They had an extra bag with them which I presumed held my Military Uniform as well as some belongings. I stopped.

"What's with the Military and why the hell are they here?" Callahan asked. I turned towards my Training Officer and the rest of the cops.

"You want to know where I went to three years ago, you're looking at them. I got orders to deploy to Iraq and just got back about a month before coming back here. So that's what happened and why I left three years ago. The scars are from being tortured after being capture in Iraq. My team," I said pointing the military personnel standing in the room, "and I finally escaped by killing the men that were holding us and fleeing. Long story short, orders to Iraq, captured, tortured and now I'm back. But," I said turning back to my team, "what are you guys doing here? We're supposed to be relieved of duty for the next six months before we get orders again. Don't tell me, the military backed out on what they said and are shipping us out again?"

"Military backed out and are shipping us out again. They need our specialty skills to help defeat someone in some classified part of the military. Basically, we've become soldiers for hire and since we have a special skill set, they need it; something to do with another galaxy."

"Oh no!" Peck and McNally said together.

"Oh no what? You guys know where they are sending us?" First Lieutenant Smithers asked.

"Not only do we know of it, we've actually been there. We used to have someone that worked here whose brother worked in the classified galaxy area and we were all sent there because of some serial killer we had here on Earth. Granted, we did catch the guy with a little help from the things you guys are being sent to kill."

"These things being?" I asked.

"Aliens." Everyone said together.

"Don't tell me, they have a slit in the middle of their hand and they suck the life force out of you?"

"How'd you know if you've never seen one before?" Nash asked.

"Don't ask, it's not even worth mentioning."

THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FINISHED. JUST NEEDED TO POST AN UPDATE!