A/N: Good lord you guys are awesome! 5 or 6 reviews on the last chapter? Wow, thank you guys so much! I'm also happy that some of you guys got the reference at the end of the last chapter. You know who you are, and what it was... I remembered that when writing that part and figured it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. ;)

Also, don't know if you guys knew or not, but I got another new story up on my account. Plot wise, it is absolutely nothing like this, but I have a feeling you guys will enjoy that one just as much. It's called Subzero if you guys want to check it out (which I encourage doing so). And, just like this story, I want as much feedback as you can give me! Thanks in advance!

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Anyway, sorry about the longer-than-usual AN, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!


10 miles outside Boston, Massachusetts

"All huskies, report," Sheila said sternly, checking and flicking at her own Arwing instruments. One by one, radio transmissions from each of her squadron members resounded in her ears.

"This is Staff Sargent Kassian, Husky 4 ready."

"Husky 7, clear to engage."

"Husky 6, all systems go."

"This is Richardson, Husky 3 is all clear."

"Garrison here, Husky 8 good to go."

"Husky 5, ready."

"Sargent Major Alex Sharp, Husky 2 optimized, ready for first maneuvers."

"Attack formation V-4, follow me," Sheila commanded, then tilted her Arwing downwards, followed by her seven other squadron members. They aligned in a V pattern, with Sheila up front and Huskies 2, 3, 5, and 8 on the left, and 4, 6, and 7 on the right. Sheila saw the skyline quickly becoming larger in her view, and radioed in once again.

"Alright boys, you know the drill. Swift and strong. No fancy shit. In and out, clean."

Sharp threw his voice in; his loud, authoritative voice echoing in the headsets. "Stay in formation; three repeated strikes one after another. Don't give them any room to fight back."

Sheila slowly throttled forward, picking up speed as the Boston skyline quickly became visible for each member. A deep, unknown voice came in on Sheila's transmissions line, startling her.

"Aircraft, identify yourself," the unknown caller barked in a harsh tone.

Sheila smirked and radioed her wingmen. "Anyone catch that? I don't speak asshole," she said sarcastically, causing the seven other huskies to erupt in laughter at the Major's comment. Sheila herself giggled a bit but then asked another question. "Kass, you got the translator, right?"

"Yeah," Kassian responded. "Human asked to identify… well, commanded to identify."

"Harsh... Okay, put the translator on my end for a sec." A beep on her line signified that the instrument had been transferred. She responded to the caller in a firm, but calm voice.

"ATC, this is Husky Squadron, requesting permission to engage, over."

"Heh, I thought you said no messing around, Spitz," Sharp chuckled, adjusting his laser output.

The controller responded with a skeptical tone translated by the Cornerian gear. "Husky Squadron? Quit messing around aircraft, identify yourself or we will use force."

"Well, that wouldn't be the first time you used force on something you didn't know," Sheila retorted. A chorus of "ooo's" resounded from the huskies, chuckling periodically at Sheila's response.

Sheila didn't even let the controller respond as she was already back on the verbal assault. "Now, I will identify myself again. I am Major Sheila Spitz, the lead Husky Squadron pilot of the Cornerian Defense Force. Your kind launched an attack on our planet, and my squadron and I have been instructed to teach you humans a lesson," Sheila said sternly, then added the seven huskies to the call. She spoke to them directly, still with the human in the call and with the translator disabled.

"Huoy, dineu'ci na suos! Ad'yeaht!"

Sharp and Garrison chuckled as they warmed up their twin laser cannons and waited for a target to come into range. Sheila knifed downward, gliding fifteen feet below the rest of the squadron. She let out a deep breath, and hit the red button on her analog steering. A small red dot shot out from her Arwing, and lanced toward a large building right up against the coastline. As soon as it hit, it detonated in a large, pale blue explosion, essentially vaporizing the large skyscraper instantly. The shock wave that emanated from the building shook the ground harshly, and started a massive orange blaze within a quarter-mile radius. The remaining huskies took the hint that they were not supposed to mess around, and replied with their own fire.

After the first flyover, well, they could've stopped right there. There were only a few large buildings standing, and the ones that were had large gouges taken out of them, with ink black smoke pouring out of the structures. The ground was engulfed in flames, and the sound of anguished screams plagued the quickly crumbling city.

The smoke that poured out of the city started to put a dark, eerie smog around everything around it. It was almost as if Boston was an active volcano, and it finally had its major eruption where the entire side of the volcano itself gets blown off. Like Mt. St. Helens, only on the eastern seaboard, and with the city of Boston as the active, exploding volcano.

There was nothing the city could do. Just as soon as the people saw the fighter squadron entering the city, the city itself practically became nonexistent just as fast. And the fact that the city was succumbing so quickly to a small squadron of eight gave Sheila a weird feeling in the back of her head.

"Just what I thought," Sheila mumbled. "No competition. Not even a little bit of defense. You would think that if they launched a missile like they did, they would try to protect themselves more…"

"Just give them a few minutes, Spitzie," Kassian responded, launching another highly volatile bomb at a large office complex, engulfing it in the pale blue glow of the CDF explosives. "Once they find out that we're here, they'll start trying to defend themselves. Don't let your guard down."

Almost as if on cue, Richardson noticed five large aircrafts quickly advancing on their location. The aircrafts were strange to him; there were two large circular protrusions near the back of the aircraft, with what looked to be extra sets of small wings behind them. As mentioned before, they were very large, and were a dirty, sandy looking silver color, with strange markings on the hull of the aircraft. The main wings shot out many feet from the actual body of the plane, and there were rockets on the underside of the wings. As the aircrafts closed in on the huskies, a loud, reverberating sound deafened the pilots.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRT

"What the fuck is that?" Garrison shouted over the loud machine gun fire. He rolled downward in an attempt to shake the metal aircraft, but the death-machine was quickly back on his six.

"Huskies 5 and 7, break formation! Take those enemies down!" Sheila barked, then noticed that one of those metal death bringers was right behind her, and heard the faint sound of a rotary gun whirring as it closed in.

"I gotcha Spitzie," Kassian announced before firing a blue laser right into the cockpit of the aircraft. The whirring stopped instantly, and the large aircraft dipped downward and smashed into the ground, erupting in a giant fireball. Sheila sighed in relief and thanked her savior.

"Thanks Kass. Stick with me; we'll take out that last ones."

Kassian acknowledged by gliding up right beside her. They wound what was left of a large building and came within viewpoint of one of those earth aircrafts exploding at the hands of Husky 6.

"Good shit, Gally," Sharp praised as he flew up right behind the Arwing.

"Guys, I'm in trouble," Richardson announced as Sheila noticed that the last aircraft was right on his tail. The god-awful rotary gun blared loudly as Richardson's Arwing endured a barrage of machine gun fire. What disheartened the female husky was that the Arwing's shielding did not activate against the storm of metal bullets swarming his aircraft.

"Husky 3, pitch left, I'll finish him," the fifth Arwing's feminine voice announced, commencing her blue laser fire on the metal aircraft. One of her lasers hit the cylindrical protrusion, and the aircraft instantly erupted into flames and smashed into a small building, completely shrouding the structure in a bright orange blaze.

"Looks like that was the last one," Sheila announced. "Form back up. 14, O-92. Waste 'em!"

The huskies quickly formed up in another arrow pattern, then as soon as they had a good angle the commenced fire again. Nothing was spared as hundreds of blue lasers ripped into anything they touched. It was a complete and total massacre as there was nothing the people on the ground could do. They could only sit, hope, and pray that they would make it to live another day.

Sheila chuckled as one of Sharp's bombs hit the ground in the middle of a large business district, and as fast as they saw the explosion, it was even quicker watching the charred remnants of the buildings fall to the ground. Even though they were in the air, they could still feel the ground shake when the hundred foot tall buildings toppled onto one another one by one. It was a game of who could knock down the most dominoes, and the only winners of the game were the husky pilots. They had the undisputed, uncontested title of their new game.

Sheila looked around and saw the remnants of their first target, then quickly radioed her wingmen. "Alright, we've done enough here. How you guys holding up?"

"Sharp here, all good."

"This is Gallagher, Husky 6 is alright."

"Husky 4, undamaged."

"Husky 8 took a few shots, but still going strong."

"This is Richardson, I'm a little beat up but I'm good."

"Husky 5, all clear."

"MacKinnon here, Husky 7 is perfect."

Sheila smiled and radioed back to Pepper's flagship. "All clear general. First target compromised; awaiting further instructions."

Pepper's voice radioed back a few seconds later, obviously relieved and pleased. "Perfect! Good job Major. You can proceed to the next point whenever you're ready."

"Affirmative," she switched back to her squadron call. "You heard the general, let's move!"


15 miles outside Chicago, Illinois

"That the last box?" Nathan asked the feminine body as she effortlessly lifted a large box into the bed of his pickup truck. She grunted as the truck dipped slightly at the weight of the box.

"Yeah, that's the last one," she responded, wiping sweat from her forehead. "Thank you so much Nate. I… I can't say how thankful I am."

"Heh, anytime Taylor," Nathan responded, gently hugging the smaller body. Taylor was about three inches smaller than Nathan's six foot frame. Her light brown eyes and hair were almost the exact same shade as each other, with her hair being only a little darker. Speaking of her hair, it was neatly braided into a long ponytail, and stretched beyond her shoulder blades. She was a relatively smaller woman, and although she was small, she didn't lack attractiveness in any way, shape, or form. She was beautiful on the outside, with a military background on the inside. She fought alongside of the bearded male next to her for many years, and the two seemed to have perfect chemistry with each other.

"You need help loading up the plane?" Nathan asked.

"Oh, actually yes," she replied, closing the door to the back. Taylor slipped into the driver's seat while Nathan rode shotgun. They pulled out of a dirt driveway and onto a small rural country road.

It was an unusually warm day for Chicago. Usually the city didn't exceed sixty degrees in the middle of October, but today was an exception sitting at a comfortable sixty-eight. Not only that, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the wind was only a slight breeze. Nathan stuck his muscular arm out of the black pickup truck's window as he turned to face the driver.

"I never asked, what was this new job you got all the way in Tacoma?"

Taylor smirked and glanced at the passenger. "Ok, You're not gonna believe this, but I got accepted for a full time job at McChord Air Force Base!"

"You gotta be kidding me!" Nathan chuckled, nudging the driver's arm. "They accepted you out of what, fifty others?"

"Fifty-two."

"Whatever. You lucky as hell girl. Don't let it go to waste."

"Oh, believe me, I won't," she giggled, turning onto a larger road.

"Promise me you'll keep in contact with me even when you're that far away?" Nathan asked with faint puppy-dog-eyes.

"Ay, not a prob, Foxie," Taylor assured, putting her arm around the passenger. "We've been friends since middle school, lived with each other in college, and even fought for years in the army together. You think I'll just leave you in the dark after I move?"

"You do make a point," Nathan smiled. "Just don't forget about me, m'kay?"

"I won't pull a Justin. Don't worry."

"Did'ja hear that Justin is working for NASA now? Kennedy Space Center?"

"Doesn't surprise me at all. He always was a big space nerd."

"Hey, so am I," Nathan responded, trying to sound hurt as he pushed her arm off of his shoulder. "I still got the job with Rockford's observation wing."

"Find anything?" she taunted condescendingly. "What, a rock? Oooo big deal eh? Ha ha ha!"

Nathan cleared his throat and gave a friendly glare to the driver. "As a matter of fact I did. Found an unidentified satellite in orbit two days ago."

Taylor forced in a pity laugh. "Congrats, you found an NSA surveillance satellite. Whoopee."

"No, it couldn't have been. It was weird. It didn't have any solar panels, and it was super long and sleek; like a floating oil pipe."

"Hmm," she hummed curiously. "Never heard of anything like that before."

"Same here. Hopefully it's not anything Russian or whatever."

"Don't even get me started," Taylor giggled, shaking her head faintly. A few silent seconds passed on the highway as Taylor was driving full speed towards the airport. Nathan suddenly heard a faint jet engine boom, and turned to face the foggy Chicago skyline.

"You heard that too?" Taylor asked, switching to the outermost lane.

"Yeah, F-16 sonic boom. I see 'em coming now."

Nathan was right. Four sleek, silver jets zoomed overhead and raced away from the skyline. About a mile out, the jets quickly reversed course and began racing back towards the large city. Nathan's awe quickly turned to curiosity as the planes came closer. The strange shape of the aircrafts perplexed him, as they had an almost distinct 'A' shape. No U.S. plane had that kind of construction that he knew of.

"Those thunderbirds?" the brown haired woman asked.

"I don't think so. I don't even think they're 16's. They almost look like Hornets."

"Hornets are Navy planes though. What're they doing on land?"

Nathan watched as the unknown aircrafts quickly formed a V pattern and swooped low to the ground. They suddenly saw the aircrafts start launching blue laser-like projectiles at the ground below, each one detonating in a small explosion. Oncoming cars were obliterated, gouges were taken from the highway, and craters appeared in the ground as hundreds of lasers flowed out of the aircrafts. The sudden sound of the countless detonations at one time was deafening.

"Tay, watch it!"

The driver was already way ahead as she floored the brake petal and deviated off of the road and onto the shoulder. As the truck skidded to a stop, the two passengers jumped out and fled from the oncoming assault, just as a stray laser detonated the road mere feet from where the truck had stopped, flipping the truck onto its side.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Taylor shouted over the loud jet engines shooting overhead. Her reflexes were tested as a deafening boom was heard in the background, and she crouched low to the ground as if she was ducking under a dodgeball.

"We're getting attacked!" Nathan shouted, gazing out at the aircrafts quickly advancing on Chicago. Faint rumbles were heard, then a pale blue spherical orb emanated from a building and ink black smoke instantly started pouring out.

He also saw a massive cruiser slowly descending on the city. It was easily the size of a football field, and could potentially block out the sun for miles. Nathan recognized the objects being flung from the cruiser, and realized that the city was about to be swarmed on foot as well as in the air.

"Tay, you up for some action?"

Taylor giggled with a sly grin. "I've been waiting for combat ever since the wars ended…"

"Good. I got a gun in my glove box… Go find one of those abandoned cars and start it up. We need to see if we can help anyone trapped downtown."


Downtown Chicago, Illinois

"Alright, four flyovers should do it, let's get on the ground." James commanded, dipping his Arwing down in a large clearing near a massive lake. As soon as the plane hit the ground, James was out and rushing towards a large building, and Wes, who had taken Wolf's position, quickly followed. Peppy and Riley stayed in the sky, as they were not known for ground combat.

James and Wes stood their backs up against a large building with their large automatic rifles, while the vulpine stuck his muzzle around the corner. James growled as he saw some furless soldiers in heavy equipment scouring the area for signs of resistance. They also looked to be aiding any remaining civilians, which surprised him because they had obliterated anything they saw while in the sky.

"Four on the left, five on the right. I'll take right," James said quietly, and slipped around the corner and hid behind what looked like a black sedan. The transportation that the humans used were very underdeveloped in comparison to Corneria; they were large, and looked very unsafe and flimsy. He disregarded that fact, and slid his 3x gray tinted scope over a human that was not moving. He was just staring, moving his head around like a security camera. James quietly pulled the trigger, and the human instantly fell to the ground.

"Oh shit, got a man down!" a soldier yelled, dropping down to the felled body. James grunted and hacked repulsively as he overheard the human.

"Dennis was right, that is nasty," James muttered silently, then trained his scope on another soldier. One quick squeeze and the soldier was no more.

"Ambush!" another soldier yelped, raising his weapon. Wes took the opportunity and shot a few blue rounds at the group.

James barked to get the humans' attention, then dropped one after the other with one precise shot after the other. It was strangely calming to him, watching as his enemies fell to the cold ground one by one, even two at a time at his paws. It soothed him, physically and mentally.

"Got 'em all, let's get closer!" Wes commanded, darting out from behind the building and quickly rushed down the crippled, destroyed street. The city was quiet, even with the constant blare of air-raid sirens and distant gunfire. If it weren't for those, the city would be dead quiet. Dead quiet.

James turned around a corner and blew two unsuspecting soldiers heads right off of their shoulders. Another group of five about 200 meters down the street heard the commotion and returned fire. Right as the vulpine ducked in an alleyway, he felt something strange hit his stomach. He looked down and saw something metal protruding from his vest. He snickered as he pulled the bullet from his gear, not penetrating more than a quarter inch into the material.

"Atta boy Vinny," James chuckled silently, then popped his head around the corner to see the soldiers slowly advancing on him. He instantly ducked back in as he heard voices, and the voices progressively got louder as they slowly approached his position.

"Did you see where he went?" a first voice asked.

"Somewhere down here… I hit him, I saw it hit him," a second replied.

"Did you see what it looked like? It wasn't human," came a third one.

"Yeah! I think I saw a tail when he slipped around the corner," the first voice agreed.

150 meters.

"A tail? What, are we fighting animals now?" the second one asked skeptically.

"No, it was a– it wasn't human, but it sure as hell looked like one," the third replied.

"It had a fucking tail, Johnson. It's not human."

100 meters.

"What's it got besides the tail? Ears? Paws?" a fourth soldier asked mockingly.

"Don't mock me. I know what I saw," the third one said sternly.

"I saw it too," the fifth voice piped up. "Looked like one of those things you'd see at those weird ass conventions."

"Ha, a furry? You can't be serious," the first one said with a chuckle.

50 meters. Just a few more–

"If we're fighting furries, we've slumped to an all-time low," the second one admitted.

"Did you see what they did to the city?" the first voice questioned. "We've got a big time enemy right now, and we can't take them for gra–"

James popped out and fired, hitting three of them right in the skull, and two in their chest and legs, dropping every single one to the ground. The one who was still alive groaned out in pain as he felt the intense heat of the laser fire cauterize his wounds. He looked up and saw a futuristic rifle between his eyes, and a strange looking shadow holding the rifle.

"What the fuck are you?" the human grunted, clutching at his chest wound.

"Yuun jus'ca twoif," James growled, wrapping his paw around the soldier's shirt line, and thrusting him against the brick wall. The human wheezed loudly and glared at the figure, but his glare turned to shock and pure terror as he realized what he was looking at. It was a fox; a large, anthropomorphized orange-brown fox, with pale green eyes and a cream colored muzzle and eyebrows. The soldier wasn't good at reading emotions, but he could tell the fox was pissed. The fox growled as any normal fox would do, and revealed a combat knife from his flight suit pocket. He gasped and his eyes dilated as the sun reflected off of the blade.

"Wha– no, p-please, don't–"

The human's lifeless corpse hit the ground with an audible thud. He sheathed the knife and walked over to the wolf hybrid, who had just put a laser between a marksman's eyes at 300 meters away.

"More troops are coming in later," Wes announced, putting his back up against a building. He pointed down the street towards multiple crippled buildings. "There's a clearing. We can flag them down from there."

"Alright," James nodded, nudging the hybrid with the stock of his rifle. "You hear anything from Husky?" he asked, walking down the deserted street calmly.

"They just finished off New York. Just like Boston, they had virtually no interference other than a few squadrons of small fighter jets."

"The same ones from Boston?"

"No, they were smaller. Christina intercepted communications saying they were F-22's, whatever the hell those are," Wes chuckled, adjusting the stock of his rifle. "Heh, Mackinnon took out four of those smaller planes all by himself. Didn't stand a chance."

James laughed and glanced up at the sky. "There! Get the flare out."

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Taylor drove a stolen silver car around a corner and into what was left of a parking garage. Both veterans left the car and silently crawled around the vacant, decimated city looking for a trace of life. The sight was terrible; there were blazes burning in almost every single building, and there were numerous stains of red on the sidewalk. At least the enemy cleaned up after itself somewhat.

"Tay, is that– mmhmfh."

"Shhh," Taylor hissed, putting her forearm in Nathan's face; pushing him up against a building. "Arctic camo vests. That's not us."

Nathan eyeballed around the street and saw what she was hissing about. One soldier, heavily equipped with a light gray overcoat and helmet, with a futuristic rifle in his gloves was slowly walking down the sidewalk. The soldier was about his height, and looked fairly slim, even with the heavy equipment and–

"What the hell is sticking out of his pants?" Nathan questioned quietly, noticing the limp, gray, fuzzy protrusion jutting out from just below his waistline and ending just above his ankles. It waved back and forth as the soldier slowly trotted down the street.

"Is… that a tail?" Taylor scoffed confusedly. "Why does it have a tail?"

Nathan nudged her and ducked into an alleyway a few feet down the street. Luckily, the tailed soldier didn't notice the duo. Once they were out of sight, Nathan gapped at the closer view of the soldier. It wasn't a human, and along with the tail, it had two white ears sticking out of slits in his helmet, and a long facial protrusion just under the tinted visor with some pearly white teeth visible as it yawned quite audibly.

"Holy hell," she whispered. "Is that a dog? An anthro'd dog?"

"Shhh, he can probably hear us," Nathan whispered back, lifting his recently suppressed 1911 handgun at the soldier. A quick glance in both directions yielded no opposition, so he took his perfect opportunity and fired, nailing the canine right below the helmet line. It made no sound as he fell to the ground.

"Grab him and bring him back here," Taylor suggested, nudging him in the back.

"Alright, watch my back."

Nathan popped out of his safe haven, rushed across the double lane avenue, and crouched low to the anthro soldier. He smirked as he noticed the bullet entered cleanly in the canine's temple. Nathan pulled off the soldier's vest, swiftly donned it around his own torso, and lifted the canine onto his shoulders.

"Fuck you're heavy," he grumbled, adjusting the awkward framed soldier on his back. The female saw him struggling with the canine and kicked a side door in to a small building. Nathan grunted as he slipped in the doorway and threw the corpse on the floor. He sighed and stretched his back out, watching the other person lower herself to the soldier.

"How come you get the vest?" she complained as she searched the anthro corpse.

"I killed him, I get the prize. You take the bucket."

Taylor hesitantly pulled the helmet off of the canine's head, but groaned and tossed it aside. "Dude, it's got holes on the top for his ears. Not gonna help me any."

"Fine, take his gun. That doesn't have any holes in it," Nathan retorted sarcastically like a teenager.

Taylor pulled a small handgun like object from the soldier's pants, and examined it curiously. It was sleek black with patches that glowed in various bright colors around it. She looked below the handle, and noticed there was no ammo cartridge, but a battery meter that was at 78%. She shrugged and stuffed the alien weapon into her pocket, then resumed searching the canine.

"Animal abuse," Taylor chuckled sarcastically, clutching the canine's muzzle and shaking it. Nathan laughed and kicked at the unmoving tail.

"You're the one that loves animals."

"I know," Taylor responded sadly, caressing the anthro soldier's ears. "Poor fella… Wonder if he was–"

She was cut off as Nathan hissed and practically threw the other human against the wall. Neither of them moved as they heard faint, muffled voices from outside.

"Kun'gusé?" a weird tongue said in a questioning tone. Another voice quickly answered.

"Tohn a na nuis'le jui."

"That's the weirdest language I've ever heard," Nathan whispered.

Taylor looked out the window and saw a swarm around where Nathan had shot the first soldier. Their tails were flicking wildly as they spoke to each other in their alien language.

"I think they're on to us… let's get out of here."


Washington, D.C.

"Where?" The President of the United States asked impatiently, sitting at his desk in the underground safe haven underneath the white house.

"He's on his way down, sir," a black suited security guard responded, looking at his watch.

"I need him down here now! Philadelphia just got obliterated and he's taking his sweet ass time? Why?"

"Sir, I don't have any clue why," the agent said humbly. "He said he would be here soon."

The president grumbled and sat back in his chair. President Derrick Wilson was only in his first term as a president of the most powerful nation in the world, and he was already dealing with problems within his own nation. Forty-five minutes ago, he had received his first notification that the nation was under attack. A small squadron of eight unknown, sleek and silver fighter jets swiftly swarmed the city without the slightest bit of warning. Then only fifteen minutes after that attack ended, that same group was at New York, along with countless other aircrafts and a large warship. Within minutes, that same city was compromised.

To make matters worse, the unknown assailants had managed to hack into their satellites, and completely disabled any and all radio transmissions and radar imagery. After New York had succumbed to the fighters, the entire nation went dark, and nobody was able to communicate with anyone.

A sudden, hard knock was heard at the vault door, making the gray haired president almost fall out of his chair.

"That must be him," the guard stated, and turned around to open the heavy door. Once the door was open, the agent fell to the floor with a loud thud. A lightly equipped soldier holding a sleek handgun became visible to the shocked president as the lifeless agent fell to the ground. A slight giggle escaped the soldier as it walked into the office and sat on the president's desk, still not releasing the grip on the weapon. The soldier punched in a few buttons on its wrist device, and spoke softly to the petrified president.

"How you doing?" a feminine voice asked, making Wilson's heart skip a beat.

The president could only stare with a blank stare. Mostly because of fear, but somewhat out of curiosity as well. The first thing he noticed about the soldier was that she had a tail. A long, sandy brown and white tail. The second thing he noticed was a white protruding muzzle sticking out under her helmet. He had never seen anything like it before. It looked as though a human and a Siberian husky mixed together and produced this anthropomorphic alien creature. Even if she was alien, she still looked pretty adorable with the faint smile she had. He easily could have reached out and pet her if she wouldn't have had the weapon in her paw.

The female soldier slowly took off her flight helmet, revealing an explosion of light brown hair, along with two pointy canine ears of similar color. She tilted her head backwards and shook, and it seemed as though her hair multiplied in volume exponentially with that one movement.

"You must be the leader of this country, correct?" she asked, surprisingly politely, making the middle aged man shift awkwardly. She noticed the man's discomfort and giggled, stowing her handgun in her pants.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt ya," she assured, then outstretched her white, furry paw. "Name's Sheila."

The paw was weird to Wilson. It looked like a human hand; strikingly similar to a human hand, but it had pads on its tips and palm like a regular dog's paw, along with it being covered in a coat of white fur. He hesitantly reached out his own hand and gingerly grasped the husky's paw.

"See? Nothing to be worried about," Sheila smiled, tightening her grasp on the human's hand. The president let out a faint, sheepish chuckle as he felt the strange warmth of the paw in his own hand. Again, she tightened her grip even more, and the feeling suddenly became noticeable and uncomfortable for him.

"Now… Let's talk," she said sternly, not releasing her grip. "Do you know who we are?"

President Wilson saw a glint casted off of the husky's shirt. He squinted and noticed the words 'Major Sheila Spitz – Husky 1' on a small metal pendant. He instantly felt chills and all the color leave his face. It's the group that attacked Boston.

Sheila felt his sudden discomfort and giggled. "Now you do… And I assume you know why we're here?"

"If you're gonna kill me then do it!" he suddenly spat, jerking his hand from the female's paw. As he staggered backwards, a red dot became noticeable on his white dress shirt. He glanced over Sheila's shoulder and saw another dog-like creature standing in the doorway. He was much taller and had significantly less hair, but his pure white and jet black fur contrasted so much with itself that it was intimidating nonetheless. He had the faint trace of a dark black mullet sticking out of his helmet, and his dark eyes shot into the president, making him start feeling sweat on his forehead. Sheila's ear twitched as she heard the other husky's weapon prime.

"Sharp, wait," Sheila pleaded, bolting over and grabbing the barrel of the darker canine's carbine. She used her free hand to flick a switch on her wrist device, and spoke to Sharp so that the human wouldn't understand.

"Ue'n shen luit?" Sharp asked, poking his carbine in the direction of the petrified president.

Sheila shook her head and pointed at the door. "Al shué lu kuus. Ru'ne."

Sharp nodded and stood in the doorway; his back turned on the copper husky. His long, dark tail wagged faintly as he stood in the doorway like a bouncer. Sheila fiddled with her wrist again and suddenly spoke plain English to the human.

"Sorry about that. Anyway," she smirked as she noticed the confused look on the human's face. "I personally won't kill you; it's that guy over there you have to worry about."

"I'm right here!" Sharp whined, not turning around. Sheila giggled and sat back on the large oak desk.

"Anyway, no. We aren't killing you. Just sending a message," she stated with the faint trace of a scowl.

"What for?" President Wilson asked impatiently, making glances around the room for something to protect himself with.

"Don't act like you don't know what you did!" Sheila snapped, shooting up from her sitting position. "You made the decision, did you not?"

"What decision?"

Sheila groaned and inched closer to the petrified human, cocking her head. "Your missile? The one that destroyed our city? The one that murdered millions of our innocent civilians?" she repeatedly questioned, each question becoming more hostile than the last.

"I'm sorry… Sheila… I don't have the slightest clue on what you're talking about," Wilson tried to explain calmly, but a loud growl silenced him.

"Are you seriously trying to play dumb? Do you know who you're dealing with?" Sheila asked angrily, hovering her paw around the handgun holstered at her leg. President Wilson cringed and inched closer to the bookshelves on the side of the room as he again tried to explain himself.

"I'm not playing dumb, and I have no idea who you aliens are," he shot, disregarding the husky's stare. Sheila grabbed at the weapon but did not un-holster it.

Sheila used her open paw to rub her forehead. "You humans are dumber than you act," she spat, glaring at the president. "Just admit it; you attacked our planet!"

"We didn't attack anyone!" Wilson shot back, expertly reaching behind him without the husky noticing. "I don't even know what planet you come from, or what the hell you're doing on ours!"

"Quit lying!" Sheila snarled, stomping closer to the president.

Wilson felt a cold sensation in his hand, then looked at the husky. "All I know is that you're trespassing on government property, and I have the right to–"

Wilson suddenly pulled his hand forward and swung at her with a small steel pipe. Sheila didn't move quick enough and felt the force of the pipe on the right side of her chest. She doubled over and tried to pull out her weapon, but the gray haired president quickly swung again, chopping the handgun from her paw. She yelped as she felt the sting on her paw, and before she could process her next move Wilson swung again, this time hitting her left arm. Another swing from the heavy pipe right to her spine dropped the husky to the ground.

"Back off, fur-ball!" President Wilson shouted, drawing the attention of the other husky in the doorway. An expert shot from Sharp's carbine flung the weapon right out of the human's hand, and another one ripped through his lower leg, instantly immobilizing him and dropping him to the cement floor. The dark husky slowly walked over, still with his weapon trained on the human, and helped the copper husky to her feet.

"Jun'uza yuf," Sheila snarled, then harshly kicked the wounded president in the gut. He wheezed loudly as she lifted him off the ground and pinned him against the wall. Her muzzle was inches away from his face, and her eyebrows were tilted so far down they were almost vertical. Wilson could feel the enraged breath leave the female husky's nose.

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out right now," Sharp growled, priming his weapon again. He moved closer to the human, but stopped and spun around as he heard footsteps behind him.

"Guys!" another husky shouted, panting in the doorway. His dark gray fur and flight suit had spots of blood soaked in all over it, and he was gasping for air with a paw over a large stain of red on his midsection.

"Richie? What happened?" Sharp questioned, looking at his bloodstained flight suit. Sheila cranked her head around to the voices, and her maw opened up at the pitiful sight of the injured husky.

"There's someone fighting back!" Richardson cried. "He already got Gallagher, and he's coming up–"

The husky was instantly cut off as a noise only equivalent to the sound of punching an empty filing cabinet resounded from the hall behind him. The right side of his face suddenly exploded in a burst of red, which caused Sheila to shriek loudly and cover her maw. The poor husky slowly fell to the ground sideways, unbeknownst of what had slain him, with blood oozing out of his recent wound and onto the cement floor. Sharp instantly spun around and grabbed Sheila's arm, then dropped her and the human behind the president's desk.

"Mr. President?" Colonel Trent's harsh voice echoed in the large doorway. He holstered a massive silver handgun, then picked up the recently slain anthro and threw his corpse up against the bookshelf, causing it to collapse in a loud crash.

"What the fuck did you furries do with President Wilson?!" he shouted, bringing his gun out again. He swiftly spun around as he heard something behind him, but that didn't do anything against Sharp's carbine blasting him in the chest. He was flung backwards at the sudden impact of the laser, and laid on the floor gasping and coughing up blood.

"You fucker," Sharp growled, bringing the gun inches from Trent's face. "You have no idea the hell you just put yourself into," he said sternly, then flipped the gun around and knocked the human out cold with the stock of his carbine. He turned to Sheila, who had a tear running down her fur.

She muttered to herself disbelievingly and incomprehensibly, cupping her head in her paws. She revealed her irate blue eyes to the president, who still had a death grip on his leg. The rage seemed to course through her veins and she wanted nothing more than to see her opposition burn in an all-consuming fire. That same fire burned in her pale blue eyes as she turned and stared into Sharp's soul with a look that could curdle blood.

"Kill him," she commanded softly, causing the president to flush.

"Spitz, we need him al–"

"FUCKING KILL HIM!" she snarled, kicking the president in the gut again with more force than before.

"I can't! He's valuable. We can get more information out of him," Sharp tried explaining, but Sheila was in a state of blind rage. She shot up, ripped the carbine out of his paws, pushed him back a few feet with the barrel of the weapon, and then aimed the red crosshairs over the president's head.

"Sheila, don't!"

BANG