Brandon observed Caitlyn's new home from a distance. He hid among the leaves of the surrounding trees, floating while closely observing soldiers on patrol down at the ground.

Why are all of you around Caitlyn's house? Wondered Brandon. It was unusual since he couldn't think of why they would be there.

Nonetheless, Brandon intended on seeing Caitlyn. He planned to wait until it got dark so he can entered the house with a lower chance of being spotted. He could kill the soldiers but he didn't want violence near Caitlyn. If she were to be hurt, it would be very upsetting for him.

Anyway, Brandon waited in the trees so he may creep through Caitlyn's window at the right time.

Meanwhile, Agent Winters travelled to the basement of the house to find Freeman sat down near a desk listening to military chatter on the radio while cleaning his assault rifle. A couple of monitors present displayed the feed of cameras outside. Freeman paid no attention as Winters' travelled down the steps.

"Hey, Freeman, got something interesting here." Winters said to her uninterested partner as she dug into her pockets to show Freeman the drawing made by Caitlyn. Freeman didn't hear Winters.

"Hey, jackass, pay attention!" Winters said as she got close and flicked Freeman's nose. Freeman was not startled but he turned his head to look at Winters.

"What is it?" Freeman said in a bored tone. Winters then showed the drawing to him which he closely looked at.

"What am I looking at?" He proceeded to ask Winters.

"The girl drew it. Found it in her room and it's unusual. Run it by anything to see for matches." Replied Winters as Freeman took the paper from his partner. He continued to look at the crude sketch, pondering on what was being depicted.

"I'll check it." Freeman said as he placed the drawing down on the desk to resume cleaning his weapon.

"Wonder when she made that. I guess we may need to keep a closer eye on her." Commented Winters before getting ready to leave Freeman to his lonesome in the basement.

"Could have a camera installed upstairs." Freeman said while continuing to clean his gun. Winters then shot Freeman a look of disgust.

"She's a kid, creep." Winters replied with her arms crossed.

"Who said I would watch the camera feed? I have enough to look at." Freeman dismissed. Winters then returned upstairs to check on Caitlyn.

Carter and Hendrick were inside their car, parked under the shade of a tree. They were alone outside of Brandon's house, sending the soldiers that accompanied them to be near Agent Winters and Freeman's location. They hadn't had much time to deal with him. They routinely checked the audio recorded by the microphones they placed inside the house but nothing of special interest was picked up.

"Maybe there is nothing to this kid." Commented Hendrick as he slouched in the passenger seat and loudly sighed.

"You never know, Hendrick." Replied Carter as he looked at Brandon's house. The two were silent for several minutes before Carter spoke.

"Maybe we need a closer look."

"Breaking in? They are home!" Hendrick quickly responded.

"They likely aren't. Let's snoop around for anything. I have a... feeling about this kid. Maybe the aunt is not home and the kid is off with friends." Said Carter.

"I don't man." Hendrick loudly groaned.

"I think we have a sleep dart if we need. Come on." Ordered Carter as he exited from the car and slowly approached the house. Hendrick sighed and got out of the car to go to the trunk to get the dart gun.

Carter approached the window and gently peeked through to see anyone. He caught of glimpse of Aunt Merilee sleeping on the couch with the TV on. He then turned to see if Hendrick was catching up with the dart gun and he was. Hendrick was already inserting the darts while walking toward the house. Carter gestured to him to come faster and they began to circle the house.

They met at the backyard and Hendrick admired the swimming pool that was present. Carter proceeded to the sliding door that lead inside the house, and slowly stepped inside while Hendrick followed behind with the dart gun ready.

"This is stupid." Whispered Hendrick but Carter ignored him.

They stepped further into the house and passed the living room where Merilee slept. Carter gestured to Hendrick to observe while he continued to explore the house. He eventually stumbled upon the door into Brandon's bedroom, and Carter slowly opened it with caution.

Carter then peered inside to see there was no one present.

The kid is gone. Good. Maybe he is at a friend's house.

Carter then opened the door completely, and it creaked. He gazed around Brandon's room as he stepped inside it. The window was partially opened a light breeze blew through, moving the curtains.

Next, Carter proceeded to inspect the room for anything interesting. He looked under Brandon's bed, the closet, and the desk. Carter didn't want to tear the place apart. After a while, Carter found nothing of interest and thought to himself.

Maybe there's nothing.

Before Carter decided to leave he then looked under the mattress just in case. Under there he did find something interesting. He discovered Brandon's stash of images that had organs and anatomy charts. In addition, he found pictures of woman ripped out from magazines.

Serial killer in the making. Thought Carter for he seen similar stashes in the past. Nonetheless, it wasn't anything significant to him for it didn't involve something more unusual.

Carter finally then left Brandon's room to return to Hendrick. The two agents quietly leave the house as if they were never there. For Brandon, it was fortunate Carter didn't look under the dresser for it was where he kept his notebook that contained his various drawings of his heinous acts.

As the two agents returned to their car, Hendrick spoke as he walked to the trunk to return the dart gun.

"Anything?" Hendrick asked Carter.

"No. Nothing important other than the kid likely having disturbing psychological issues."

"What makes you say that?"

"Code Dahmer." Carter replied. Hendrick quickly understood what his partner meant.

"Oh, I see. Pictures? Anyway, let's get the hell out of here."

The two agents eventually got inside their car and drove away.

Brandon gazed up at the sky as he floated high up among the clouds above Caitlyn's home. It was dark enough for one to see several stars twinkle. It had also gotten windy.

Now is perfect. Thought Brandon. He then descended from the sky down to the surrounding forest below. Soldiers still wandered about, guarding the house.

Caitlyn was within her room. Her door was partially opened, and she sat on her bed using her computer.

With ease, Brandon flew the leaves of the tress, passing the soldiers down below. They thought nothing of the rustling branches except the wind simply passing through them.

As Brandon got closer, Caitlyn's computer screen flickered with static before turning off. She became filled with fright for she instantly knew what it meant. She then looked up to find Brandon inside her room, standing near the door with a blank expression. Brandon then placed his finger from his left hand to his lips, indicating to Caitlyn to be quiet while he closed and locked the door. Even if she wanted to, Caitlyn was too scared to make a sound. She closely observed Brandon with wide, trembling eyes.

"Hello." Brandon whispered. Caitlyn said nothing and continued to stare. She could never get used to Brandon's sudden appearances.

Brandon took a gentle step closer to Caitlyn but stopped for he heard the alien voices of his ship inside his mind. Brandon froze in place.

Come... The ship whispered to Brandon.

Caitlyn watched Brandon closely as he stepped back and looked down to his feet. Brandon then looked up to Caitlyn. He just got there and now he had to go so soon.

Not fair. Oh well. I have all the time in the world. Brandon thought.

"Goodbye." Brandon quietly said before he disappeared as soon as Caitlyn blinked. The curtains in Caitlyn's room moved in the air to indicate Brandon passing them.

Caitlyn then continued to sit on her bed with fear and confusion. She then soon felt relieved.

What was that? Wondered Caitlyn. It was unusual but to be frank Brandon wasn't normal.

Home responded as soon as they received the emergency message. The ship was greatly pleased to have its new instructions which follows.

OPERATE UNDER PROCEDURE 845. ACTIVATE ONBOARD ASSETS. TEMPORARILY IGNORE COVERT DIRECTIVE OF SPECIES PROPOGATION THROUGH INFLITRATION WITH ASSIGNED YOUNGLING AND OFFSPRING. RECONAISSANCE PERMITTED. CONTACT WITH OTHER TRANSPORTATION PODS PERMITTED AND RECEIVING SAME TRANSMISSION. CONTACT PODS ONLY WHEN THREAT ESCALATES. SEIZE THE WORLD BEFORE ENEMY.

The ship reviewed Procedure 845 thoroughly along with the message from home. It then called Brandon to it for he would need to look into the threat. It pinpointed the area of the planet the Servants of the Slumbering God were at when they broadcasted to space, which was also something that would need to be addressed.

It lit up in its hiding place in the woods as it patiently waited for Brandon to arrive, and soon he was quickly there with it.

Brandon stood in front of the ship with his mask clutched in his right hand, believing he will be using it. The ship then started to flood Brandon's mind unexpectedly with instructions. This made Brandon's eyes roll back and him kneeling down. It told Brandon to go to the city of Xiamen which was already ravaged.

The ship showed Brandon images of great beasts that roamed blazing extraterrestrial cities with grand ships in the sky whose engines roared. Brandon then saw the Earth and could see three claws emerge from behind the planet, grasping at it with a tight squeeze, crumbling Earth into small pieces.

The ship then released Brandon from the bombardment of information for he knew enough.

Go... The ship whispered into Brandon's mind. Brandon then looked up at the ship and nodded his head before putting on his mask and leaving. Brandon didn't know everything but knew he had to do something important for the sake of his mission.

The underwater city of the South China Sea rumbled. Plenty of creatures that inhabited it already began their march to other locations under the close command of Ourok on behalf of their master. Speaking of which, the humanoid leader walked into its throne room, and presently standing near the throne was a short, hunched reptilian creature wearing a cloak. It then turned its head around to see the humanoid's approach.

"Ah, good day, Lord Erin! You've been... dandy, no? How amazing it is to begin conquest all over again! It's been so long but fortunately for His Eternal Majesty time is irrelevant..." Said the creature with a large, toothy grin.

"Roremp… What brings you here?" The humanoid replied with slight annoyance to the short being.

"To speak, of course."

Roremp had four thin long arms that ended in spindly hands with only four slender fingers. He kept his arms closely tucked into himself. Roremp's cloak was tattered and riddled with various holes. His legs were obscured by the aforementioned cloak, but from the way he moved one would think he had none. He moved as if he was simply gliding. Next, Roremp had six red eyes that rarely blinked. Overall, his body looked frail and pathetic compared to many of his brethren, though he was respected for everyone knew better.

"Then speak." Replied Erin to Roremp as he walked passed him to sit on the throne.

"Very well... I have finished repairing your old set of armor from before your... calamity. It is down in the armory among the other artifacts. It is as if no damage ever occurred to it." Roremp said with pride.

"Is that all you came to tell me?" Erin proceeded to ask in an uninterested tone.

"There is more, my lord. Me and my congregation would like to have some humans for spiritual experiments." Said Roremp as he touched his hands together and smiled. There was a brief silence between the two creatures.

"Elaborate." Erin replied quickly.

"Our sacred arts have been unused for a while. The last time was when we helped restore the lower levels of central core. All we been doing is caring for the Queen, which is an honor but doesn't require more advance... techniques. Our Lord Slumbering Beyond would want us to practice what He taught in the first age."

Erin stared at the smiling creature. He was feeling more annoyed.

"Go ahead, then." Erin said with a wave of one of his slender hands.

"Thank you, my lord. May the invasion go smoothly!" Declared the short creature as it turned and walked away.

Erin quietly watched Roremp walk away while he hummed a tune toward the exit. As soon as Roremp disappeared out of sight, the humanoid slouched in its throne.

Meanwhile, Brandon was soon at one of the burning port cities of China. The giant beasts that plagued a few of those locations retreated into the sea to assist against the military forces of other countries. Many creatures lurked out of sight, feasting upon the corpses of fallen soldiers. Some simply wandered about for any victims.

Brandon gently landed on the roof of an apartment building, closely observing the destruction left behind. Although, when he arrived, many of the creatures raised their heads and sniffed or tasted the air. They sensed something familiar, something they haven't encountered in a long time. They weren't sure what it was but it caught their interest. They were still hungry.