The voice was scratchy, masculine, with a heavy air of authority. Emerging from the doors was a man decked out in combat gear, a couple medals, and clutching a rifle.
"From the looks of things, I'm assuming that pencil neck here and the boys in blue came to bail us out." the man with the greying brunette hair said.
"You would be correct, Commander. Perkins, Lakeside Police record manager." Perkins said as he shook the man's hand.
"You guys are a little late, but lucky for you the top ranking members of this core made it out." the man continued.
Fifteen well built men and women stepped forth bearing rifles and armor.
Perkins straighted his posture and cleared his throat. "Good. Because Lakeside is infested with bimbos and we could use some assistance protecting our outpost... well it's the police station, but you get the idea."
"Say no more... those flousies already took over our base, so we need a new base of operations anyway." the commander said.
The soldiers piled in the squad cars and rolled out, ready to defend their new station.
However, in the absence of the cops, it had been overrun by...