Dawns' light filtered through the blinds of Raymond's home. The reinforced door of Raymonds' private study began to click as the locking bolts were thrown open and the door opened slowly. Looking tired and worried, Raymond made way for the kitchen in a stumbling staggering fashion. In his hand was a new disk, filled with his discoveries from a night of searching through data and cracking the databases of the dark empire that was Pentex. That very disk now contained, he was sure, the evidence the Feds needed to shut down their operations.

Raymond began the makings of a pot of coffee. He couldn't afford to rest a moment until the disk was safely in the hands of his daughter. He was sure that every moment he held on to it, he was in danger as well. As he poured the coffee, he was brought to full alert with the sudden noise of a crash at his front door and heavy footsteps pounding into his home. Raymonds' heart pumped ice water as he snatched the disk from the kitchen table and dashed for the bedroom. He slammed the door and shoved the dresser in front of it, the best he could. He heard one set of foot steps in the hall moving, with impossible speed, toward him as he hastily loaded the .357 Magnum Revolver he kept in his bedside drawer.

With a single, terrible show of unnatural strength; the intruder shattered the door and sent the dresser flying across the room. Raymond turned, intending to fire, and was paused in mid action by the horror that confronted him. The intruder was roughly human in shape, but its features were distorted to grotesque and sickening proportions. Its eyes bulged and its skin was a yellowish-white. As it stood there, its flesh crawled and writhed of its own accord. It moved with a sharp, jerkey motion and pointed a pale finger at him. As the creature spoke, it was as if a hundred tiny, raspy mouths spoke in unison. "You, human! Give us the disk or we kill you and take it.", said the monster, in its slimy chorus.

Hesitating, no longer, Raymond opened fire on the creature; striking it with several direct hits from his magnum. The wounds didn't seem to have any effect and the monster smiled with its thin, crawling lips; as an evil fire seemed to burn in its bulging eyes. The monster began to lunge at him, but much to their surprise, a new set of running feat came dashing down the hallway. The monster twisted around to meet the new threat and was quickly cleaved in two by the falling blade of a large sword. The creature let out a sickening scream as it fell to the ground. A plague of insects poured from its empty flesh as the top half of the beast used its hands as legs to spring from where it fell to the nearest window. It crashed through the glass like a bullet and was gone; leaving behind a string of choice curse words to the meddler with the sword and a writhing stream of bugs. The legs fell dead to the ground. As they lay there, a stream of pests poured from them and the smell of horrible rotten flesh filled the house.

As Raymond beheld his savior, he saw that he was a slight young man of about age twenty-five. He wore a duster jacket and held a large two handed sword. Under his jacked, in tactical holsters, were two large semi-automatic handguns finished in brushed nickel. Raymond lowered his pistol and tried to collect his wits. He decided one of them should speak so he began.
"Oh God, what was that thing"
"Are ya' Mr. Morris"
"What? Uh, yes I am"
"Good, ya' need to come wit' me; there'll be more of thes' things when that half-a-creep that got away reports back ta' whoeva' sent it"
"Who are you"
"There'll be time for introductions later; right now we gotta' get out'a here"
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm calling the police"
"Look, Morris, if you call the police you'll just end up in jail. Ya' just fired a weapon with reckless disregard, ya' have materials in yas' home linking ya' to the blackest projects ever conducted, and yer in a'irrational state a'mind"
"I did not fire a weapon with disregard, I was defending myself from an intruder"
"Ya' mean the intruder wit' no blood that jumped through ya' window after ya' shot it six times"
"What...I...half the body is right there"

Feeling a crawling chill run down his spine, he looked upon the body of the monster. The bugs it had contained had begun consuming their former masters' husk. By the time any police arrived, it was obvious, that there would be no evidence of any intruder at all; just him, holding a gun, with two shattered doors, a broken window, a ruined dresser, and six bullet holes in the wall. It looked completely crazy and he knew this man, whoever he was, was right.

"Mr. Morris, please be reasonable. My employer knows what ya' done and wants to help ya' bring down Pentex, but you can't do that from a psyche ward, so let's get out'a here 'fore anyone gets wise to call the police about the gun battle ya' just waged"
After a difficult pause and some mental struggle, all that Raymond Morris could find words to say was, "...Let me get my coat."