Reid was torn out of sleep by the blaring sounds of the military sirens.
His eyes snapped open, only to be met with red pulsing light inside his dorm. His forged beasts, that had been let out the previous night were all gathered close to him, wondering what was going on.
The answer soon came when the a voice came through the intercoms,
{All active units, report to designated defense positions immediately. This is not a drill. Repeat: this is not a drill. An unidentified flaming object is approaching the base at high speeds. Estimated contact: three minutes.}
Reid's watch let out a beep and a map popped up, a certain location highlighted which he assumed was the defense position.
"I guess there goes our week off," he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as the sirens continued to scream.
"Alright, alright," Reid said, getting to his feet and slipping into his combat suit with ease. "Let's go see what all the fuss is about."
