MSgt. Michael "Sarge" O'Shay<br/><br/>This, this was really wrong.  All of it.  Coming to attack an objective to find no one guarding it.  Than, finding all equipment unattended or melted to slag.  Than...the skinless bodies.  Zippo had nearly jumped out of her skin.  Girly as she was it didn't matter.  He had seen alot in his time, but he had never seen humans skinned and hung like sides of beef or...warnings.  This was wrong.  Then, the enemy they didn't get a chance to kill, destroyed by an energy weapon.  Than, the Motion Detectors go off.  What the fuck.<br/><br/>"We're not alone," he whispered.  Something should be there.  He needed only look at the motion detectors to see that they couldn't all be malfunctioning.  After 1875 between dickhead aliens and big game hunter aliens, he was taking no chances.  Wait...invisible alien.  He remembered the big hulking hunter alien that had been with Jane back at 1875.  He remembered how it was working together towards a common goal, but that didn't make it friendly.<br/><br/>He communicated in an urgent whisper"Zippo! Hose the blip area! DeSilva! Watch her back! the rest of you watch each other's backs! It's one of those hunter things!"