Contact [INDEFINITE HOLD]

4. Resistance

Santiago sat alone in the market. Hurricane Richard had decimated this portion of the suburbs, and he'd been subsisting on canned food on the second floor, secure from most of the looters. The entire place was deserted by now except for idiots who hadn't evacuated or who thought they were going to be targeted by looters. It was also rumored to be where the extraterrestrials were going to go for their so-called aid missions. Everyone had heard the news about their humanitarian deployments. First water reclamation facilities in China. Now this.

Santiago smirked. He knew there was no putting this genie back in the bottle. The news of First Contact had practically been shouted from the rooftops. Actually, it had been shouted from the rooftops. But he had his doubts. Why nobody seemed to question their benevolence was anybody's guess. It was probably too far-fetched to explain away with mind control, but whatever the reason, there was definitely something more to their presence, and until they explained that, he wasn't going to just accept their so-called help.

He looked at his satchel his satchel, making sure it was still with him. He hoped he got a chance to show them what humanity really thought of their "aid missions." As though they were needed.

His thoughts were interrupted by the grumble of an engine. He peered out the broken window, wondering if this might be his chance. He would get an opportunity to tell them in the simplest terms possible that they were not welcome on this planet.

Down the street an line of APCs stopped and disgorged their cargoes, revealing something definitely inhuman. Out of the cargo doors came a giant in metallic armor, and adrenalin began to surge through his system. The alien was incredibly tall, at least six or seven feet, and encased in crested metal armor. It didn't seem to be very broad. His eyes were drawn by the snake-like... things coming out from behind the crest. And before he knew it, there were a whole group of them, some with what looked like rifles attached to their chests. It really was an invasion force.

Santiago waited for the signal.