"New plan, we drop a Xeno in the middle of this camp and let it sort things out."
Financial Advisor Brent Keene stabbed his finger down on the Camp Campbell brochure, looking across the table at the battered figure sitting there.
"I only got out because I played dead for 6 hours, that one-eyed bastard even shot me in the back to be sure."
Soldier Michael Reeves was fairly sure he was bleeding to death internally as they spoke.
"Good to see that body armor paid off."
Brent laughed and swept the brochure off the table.
"I'm authorizing a Xeno drop, they'll never expect it."
Michael coughed and nodded as the armored vehicle started up.
"May God have mercy on their souls."