A kiss most deadly from the stars- An XCOM Story - Prologue - Times Square
Commander Will Markif's POV
The room was about what you would think an interrogation room is; small and bland with chairs about as comfortable as the time you walked in on your parents playing "find the hot spot."
On one side with her back to a mirror was a nameless researcher for the Xcom project.
Asian chick in a lab coat and a dollar store skirt. On the other side of the table sat some poor guy with a deep brooklyn accent, hair brown and as generically cut as you could buy, looking more like the gentlemen in some shity condom ad in people.
"Mister Smith, can you please relay what happened to you during the attack on...."
She flipped through her legal pad.
"Times Square?"
Smith sighed "I told you people this fuckin' story a million times, why the flying mother ship fuck would you want me to keep reliving that fuckin' thing?"
"Please Alex, one more time." Her face as blank as paper.
"Fine, fuck me."
Alex ran his fingers through his hair and scratched at his left ear some.
"Everything was normal at first, well as normal as that fuckin' city could get. Ya know? Faggets in fur costums, talkin' about dick or whatever them weirdos talk about."
The interviewer merely nodded her head.
"Tyler Breeze looking mother fuckers everywhere in sight."
Just as it seemed Alex was about to go on a rant, he was stopped as the lady raised her hand in the air.
"Please, just tell me what you were doing in times square, and what happened during the invasion."
"Well, there is some stand with a real nice old lady who sells the best fuckin' gyros in the damn world. As I stood around her place and we talked about... something. Some girl fuckin' screams, I look over and in the middle of the square about four or five really thin men with some weird type of gun were there."
He took in a deep breath.
"The whole place was silent, these fuckin' things didn't look human. Well... they did, but they didn't. They kinda looked like Sid Meier but... not. They wore fancy blue suits and these rounded sunglasses."
He coughed twice then continued.
"They all shot some gas out of their mouths, most of the crowd was caught in it. They were throwin' up blood... fuckin' rolling around and when they could, they screamed."
Tears began forming at his eyes, he quickly wiped them away.
"I'm sorry, could I have some water?"
Once again the chick nodded, she took a walkie-talkie out of a purse she had hidden under the table. She yammed the request into the device and within seconds a man in a blue polo shirt and tan khakis handed Alex the glass.
After taking a swig, he started up again.
"More and more of those things starting showin' up, I ran into some alley. Fuckin' explostions and screams everywhere. I thought I was alone, then one of those fuckin' things showed up; his glasses fell off and his eyes were fuckin' lizard or something' like that. He... no it, fuckin' stared at me for like five seconds. It fuckin' smiled at me, pointed it's gun at my fuckin' face."
"What happened then?" once again blankly said the girl.
"This cop... a black dude, he snuck up behind the fuck, didn't have a gun. He tackled the fucker to the ground, got his weapon from it and shot it in the fuckin' face. That thing exploded into that damn gas... I ran and... his face, I-I can't do this anymore, I need to go."