An alien janitor promoted to police chief. A cloaked city full of secrets. And a warehouse full of tech no one’s supposed to have. Rake Zogon never wanted to run the Roswell Paranormal Police Department. But when your old mothership crashes, your AI commits solar suicide, you and your fellow aliens end up abandoned on Earth, and your former commander needs a convenient fall guy—you don’t get a choice. Now, stuck in Lelcity—a hidden alien settlement tucked inside Roswell—Rake’s got a badge, a crew, and more problems than cleaning up space toilets ever gave him. During a routine patrol, Rake and Officer Nova Blaze land smack in the middle of something Lelzethian laser weapons. The kind that aren’t supposed to exist. All signs point to Kevler Enterprises, led by the cold and calculating vampire CEO, Prytan Kevler. Rake reports the discovery to Director Xendra, Lelcity’s commander and fellow Lelzethian. She quickly brings Prytan into a call, confronting her over the weapons. Prytan responds with practiced outrage, claims total ignorance, and offers full cooperation with the investigation. But when Rake and his team return to the warehouse, the weapons are gone—every last one. In their two bodies dangling from the rafters and a “suicide note” scrawled with the ragged penmanship of someone who writes with fists instead of fingers. Smack in the middle of the mess is one crooked, misspelled Aliun Resistenz! It’s not much, but it’s enough to make Rake’s stomach turn. If the Alien Resistance is still out there, and they’re getting access to this kind of firepower, things are about to go sideways fast. Shit. What started as a lazy-day patrol has turned into a scramble to keep advanced weapons off the streets and stop power from falling into exactly the wrong hands. If that happens, the people of Earth won’t just be unprepared…they’ll be destroyed.