The Force!
The scene was chaotic and confused. Crime scene tape was draped everywhere. The slick black van pulled up in front of the building.
Several of the military police could tell that the local officials were too scared to even enter the building.
Sargent jones brought the larger truck right up to the tape.

This was the third time in less than two weeks that members of the armed forces had run amuck in a civilian bar.
After the first one the general had assigned his most respected officer to find out what was happening.
There was a rumor that a group who had opposed the end of the war, was trying to start it all over again. Col.
Samual Smith was known by the hybrids as Gnarl for his habit of growling at people when he got upset.
The Humans under his command just called him sir. He was large for a full human.
“They are ours sir!” The young soldier saluted as he spoke.
“What do you mean they are ours?” The older officer stared at the youth.
“Sargent Davis and Master Sargent Fang, sir!” Samual stopped in his tracks and his eyes got wide.
“Shit! If they have been drugged like the others then we have a problem!” The officer waved back at the larger transport.
He watched as several of the largest troops he had ever commanded almost had trouble getting through the door of the vehicle.
They were wearing armor gear and had stun batons and side arms.
“These are our people, so be careful, they are combat hardened. Med techs, I want blood samples immediately!
I want everyone who was in that bar held for questioning, No exceptions, none!”
He has yelled the orders loud and clear. The largest of the troops pulled down the mask on his helmet and took a deep breath then rushed in through
the door of the bar. There were unconscious people all over the floor. Tables were smashed and broken glass was everywhere.
At the far end of the room the two stood shoulder to shoulder with a small and frightened female hybrid behind them.
The two saw the troops enter the door and laughed at each other, then downed the remainder of their drinks. They were ready to defend the female.
The soldiers did not approach. Col. Smith sighed and then entered just behind the troops in armor. The larger troop shrugged and wondered what would happen if…
“Officer on deck!” He shouted and the troops all stood at attention, including the two at the end of the room.
Col. Smith smiled and went with the flow to see what would happen. He walked over to the two.
“Master Sargent, report!” The officer put his hands behind his back.
“Sir, we have saved the girl! Those men tried to do unspeakable things to her!” The master Sargent pointed at the five motionless bodies on the floor.
Samual noted that they were all wearing the same outfit. Pointed cowboy boots, blue jeans, and white shirts with embroidered rope designs.
“At ease men! Now girl, do you know these men?” Samual did not get any closer.
“They are the reapers! They have taken many of us to their ranch, and….and…” She started to cry hysterically.
Col. Smith turned to face the two men and the girl, just in time to watch them fall down to the floor. He waived for the medics.
“Guard the girl! You are not to let anyone near her! I want one of our troops to stay with her at all times even when she goes to the bathroom!
Take everyone back to base and make sure this lot are in irons!”