It had been another long night of patrolling. There had been more and more activity outside of the city that had Midas' patroling buddies. Midas had his men awake and ready for anything.

The radars on base had gone off in the late hours of the night. Midas had his men up in a matter of minutes, but air traffic control had tracked an object headed towards the Vegas mountainside, falling at a fast speed. His team was sent to secure the area of the projectile. He figured it was a satellite or even a meteor, but he couldn't take any chances that this could be a planned attack.

The mountainside was far from any streetlights. They only had the faint glow of the stars and vision gear to help them navigate the terrain. Midas had trained his men in these mountains. They walked through the forest silently, weapons at the ready. Air traffic control came in with coordinates to a supposed crash site.

"Jesus Christ..." Midas gasped as he approached the crater that was scorched into the mountainside. It was a long distance of disturbed earth, broken branches from the trees, and ripped-up bushes.

Midas and his men followed the path up, their flashlights pointing forwards to the large shadow in the center of the crater. It was a large bundle of massive feathers bent and curled. It slowly started to unfurl. This was no satellite or meteor; it was something alive and moving.

"Don't move!" He pointed his gun at the creature.