The building wasn't the tallest in the city, but it was still very high up and very secure, and as such it took the police investigators, along with two men in suits from a non-descript Federal agency and several uniformed police officers, an hour to gain access to the floor. When the doors opened, they were met with a blast of cold air coming through the broken window where the figure that had fallen from the ship, or 'drone' as they were commanded to refer to it in public, had come through. There was a nice trail of debris and destruction stretching from the window, through no less than five cubicles, before the source of the wreckage could be seen. The large figure, in a large dark blue metal suit that made it look more like a middle ages warrior than anything else, lay still, it's face covered in shadow. The lead investigator on the force made a motion with his hands, and the officers scattered around the room, taking up different positions throughout.
The investigator nodded to his partner, and both advanced on the figure, guns drawn, as the two suited men stayed behind. One reached into his pocket for a moment, and revealed a flashlight, and flicked it on. The light beam moved over the scarred battle armor of the figure, before finally settling on the face, causing the investigators as well as the other officers in the room to catch their breath.
The face could almost be mistaken as a Halloween mask, but there were no seams or zippers. It was of a sickly greenish color, but with a large and extended mouth and teeth so large they could be considered tusks. They were so disgusted with the face that no one but the suited men noticed the eyes. Blood red. And open.
As the suited men exited the room quickly the same way they came in, the investigators slowly began to back up as the monstrous figure began to lift itself off the floor much more quickly than should be possible. It seemed that way to the figure itself as well, as it had a surprised look upon its face once it reached its full standing level, a full three feet above the tallest men in the room.
The investigators and the officers, almost in unison, raised their weapons, and prepared to fire.
It did not help.
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The Joining: The Cycle of the Shards Book One
Science FictionA disgraced soldier from the other side of the universe must join forces with an average teenage human and his friends in order to find two powerful artifacts before the ignition of an intergalactic war.
