The Blackhawk clawed for altitude; the pilot searching frantically for the UFO and the copilot watching the soldiers as they prepared to enter the house.

In the distance, the UFO banked into a tight turn. The pilot watched the alien ship and tried to understand what it was doing. The last Apache gunship had gone to ground somewhere on the other side of the house.

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There was only one place it could be going. The pilot let off the collective, and the Blackhawk stopped climbing, hanging in place fifty feet above the yard. “He’s coming back,” the pilot warned the copilot.

The men at the front of the house stepped back from the door and pitched something through a window. They ducked low on the porch.

“Grenade,” the copilot warned immediately after the pilot’s words.