A crew tracking a rising threat. A commander charging toward galactic domination. A chief wishing the only thing he had to plunge was a backup in stall three. Chief Rake Zogon’s got his crew on high alert. The warehouse is clean, the bodies are cold, and a cryptic note screaming Aliun Resistenz! has everyone in the Roswell PPD bracing for impact. With no time to waste, Rake splits the team. Two head into Kevler Enterprises to dig into digital records and corporate secrets. The rest fan out across the city, hunting down anyone who’s ever whispered the words “Alien Resistance.” If the AR gets their hands on Lelzethian tech, Earth’s gonna bleed. Xendra plays it cool on the outside, but with her power banks nearly charged, she’s itching to strike. And while Rake and his crew throw everything at stopping the Resistance, she’s counting down the final hours to launch something far more dangerous. What starts as a tactical sweep to stop a rising threat becomes a collision course with something much bigger. And unless they figure it out fast, Earth won’t be ready. Not even close.