Davidson had been sitting in the corner, staring at his bandaged hand and thinking. The alien attack he witnessed near the cinema...It was [i] [b] terrifying. [/i] [/b] It shook the world and it shook him. 'So many people dead.' He thought. His hand clenched into a fist. 'Something will be done about this. I'm making sure of it. I will not let the same thing happen to my friends. I will not let this happen to anymore innocent people.' If someone had looked into his eyes, they would have seen pure, concentrated hatred. The eyes were the windows to the soul and Davids' soul became tainted.

"You don't think there will be aliens down there? These guys are combat based. They obviously don't want peace. You don't think they've had experience? You don't think they'll be underground to stage a surprise attack?" Then it hit him. "Unless they're already drilling up...Unless they're already here." As if on cue, the sounds of gun fire, screaming and plasma bolts filled his ears. His eyes widened. Then narrowed.