Here it is, chapter 10! Hope you enjoy it! Just to give you a heads up, We'll be away from the main characters for this one.

The rocky areas of Utah, USA...

A convoy of US Army Humvees drove down a dirt path in the dust, coming upon some large rocks on both sides, the sun rising. In the lead one, was a driver in the front, and in the back was a black sergeant sitting in the right hand side, and a white Captain to the left with a five o'clock shadow and brown hair. They had just been listening to the broadcast over the vehicles radio, and the Sergeant and the Captain both looked at each other. "What do you make of it, sir?" The sergeant asked, the captain looking downwards at the radio again. "I don't know. It could be a fake, but... somehow, I feel it's genuine." The captain spoke as he looked ahead. A second later, as they came in between the rocks a blast appeared from the right, shooting into the road in front of them, causing the driver to slam the brakes and steer to the left a bit, the other vehicles stopping and turning left or right in the confusion. The captain opened his door and got out, looking at the blast, along with several other men from the others. "What the hell?" He asked in confusion as the sounds of a planes jets began to be heard. "Captain Harry!" He heard one of the men yell out, so he looked over his left shoulder and saw a soldier pointing out his right hand out to the right, so he looked in that direction to see a black object coming towards, the sounds getting louder, the rest of the them quickly getting out of their vehicles looking in the direction.

After a few seconds, the object came upon them and revealed itself to be an aircraft of some kind, appearing to reduce speed as it came upon them, saying right over them, the dark grey machine having a pointed front, a thin fuselage with swept/swing wings with a set of three stacked engines  at the end of it, and a T tail. All eyes upon the the machine, its shadow casting down on them as it just moved past them, then turned leftwards around to move towards the rocks of the right hand side, the soldiers watching as two rockets fired in the middle of the wings, as the vehicle stopped and began to settle down on the ground. Silence filled the area after that as the soldiers looked at each other, unsure but knew that machine wasn't one of theirs, then some looked the captain as the sergeant came around from the other side of the vehicle, on the captains left. "Orders, sir?" He asked, the captain then looked downwards then at him, then around. "Arms yourselves! Eyes peeled!" He ordered, as the soldiers held up their guns, some scrambling back to the vehicles to get theirs, and soon they were all armed, standing in a rough line in front of the convoy, gripping their weapons and scanning the rocks in front of them. Heart beats rose, breath intensified as the wind blew the dust around. The soldier who pointed out the vehicle to the captain looked ahead, when something caught his eye. A small bit of movement atop the large rocks on his front left, his eyes widening when suddenly something poked out from the rocks  a laser shot out instantly, hitting the man dead centre, making him fall down onto the ground. The rest of the soldiers reacted, looking at the body, two shooting in the area when suddenly, in the rocks before them three dozen figures emerged at the top of the rocks, shooting laser blasts at them, the soldiers all now seeing them and firing at them. "Call for reinforcements!" The captain yelled out as he fired his gun, the sergeant holding a field radio in his hands, yelling out information.

The figures, concealing in smooth pebble and ask black body suits/armour, a smooth bulge on their backs, standing on two legs with a tail, long poking mask front, holding grey guns in their hands, started walking slowly down the rocks, killing the men off one by one with precise aims. The captain noticed this and saw they were out in the open. "Take cover Behind the Humvees!" He yelled out as the men ran back to the vehicles and ducked behind them, shooting over the hoods and past the rears sides. The captain poked his head past the rear of the vehicle he did behind, the sergeant on his left side, listing to the radio. "They sending aircraft to us, eta 3 minutes!" The sergeant yelled out as The captain poked his gun out with his left hand, aimed clearly at the nearest figure he could see and let out a hailstorm of bullets. As he saw the bullets impact, he saw distortion and sparks, but no damage to the figures. "Shit, They have shields!" He yelled out in realisation. One of the figures suddenly stepped forwards a bit, before one of lead vehicles, holding a different weapon, and from it, hot blue flame bursted from it, bathing the vehicle (the rest of the men could feel the heat from where they stood) the two soldiers who were behind it, their screams barely lasting a moment, their legs falling down, the rest of the bodies gone. A few seconds later, the flames stopped, the vehicle now nothing but a lump of molten metal, all their eyes looking at it in silence which lasted for a few moments, but the laser fire rumbled, breaking them out of their gaze and they resumed firing to no effect. "They're almost here!" The sergeant yelled out, having just listened to the radio. "Smoke the targets!" The captain yelled out, before he then grabbed a smoke grenade from his belt, pulled the pin and threw it with his left hand, the grenade landing among the figures, giving off yellow smoke, three more following. But one of the figures looked at one of the grenades and blasted it, another stomping its right foot on it, another just starting at it, before he then looked around, and in his helmet headset, the view detected the incoming fighter jets, zooming in on it and showed them clearly heading straight towards them. "Fixed wing aircraft incoming! All groups, shield formation!" The figure ordered in their alien language, the others instantly ceasing their fire and ran into and area near the rocks. Four of them stood in the centre while four sat down on the ground before them, left arms held in front of their chests, three fingered hands in fists, as three more got behind the two at the end, two more getting into the rear, four more standing behind them, on all sides, pressing a button with their left hands, a black angled shield forming from the outward side of their arms, the top four holding their right arms above their heads, the shields all linking to form a pyramid. 

The soldiers watched with stunned expressions at the coordination as the jet engines thundered above them, the captain looking over his right shoulder to see the 3 F22 Raptors approaching. "Get down!" He ordered, lying down on the ground, hands on his heads, the others following suit. The lead one then fired its missiles at the black pyramid, the first missile blasting the, the second blasting the ground just before the field, kicking up dust as the other missiles fired at the shield, dust and smoke bathing the area before the soldiers, who quickly got up. The smoke obscured their view for a few seconds, but any hopes they had were soon extinguished when the smoke and dust cleared, revealing the pyramid, complete intact. "Damn it! We need high ground. Make for those rocks!" The captain ordered, looking at the rocks behind them, the men running with him towards the rocks, some shooting back as they ran, the shield coming undone. One fully undone, the figures stood up and ran after them, the vehicle that brought them here suddenly appearing over them, their showdown bathing them in darkness before they ran out of it, the ship hovering slowly behind them, protecting them, telling the jets to stay away. "Group two, down! Group 6, Up!" The figure who ordered the shield spoke again, 6 of them stopping and pressed with their left hands a button on their right arms, their bodies starting to vibrate rapidly, and after a few seconds they fell downwards into the ground. Another six kept running, but then they jumped upwards, a burst of hissing noise coming from the back bulges, propelling them up into the air, moving forwards as the soldiers came into the rocks. They ducked into them and kept up the fire, unaware some were unaccounted for. The ones in the air, moved quietly over them and in front of them, aimed down at them and started blasting at them. The men were taken completely by surprise as they realised they were being fired from two directions, the captain (lying behind a rock) unsure what to do as the sergeant (who had dropped the radio whilst running to the rocks) on his right fired at them to no avail. Suddenly a figure rose up out of the ground right  in front of the two, aiming its gun at them, both of them widening their eyes upon seeing this. "What kind of magic is this!?" The sergeant yelled out in shock, as he saw at least 6 of them standing in front of the soldiers, who were now reacting to seeing them appear behind them out of nowhere with screams and yells of fear. "Drop weapons and on your feet." A voice spoke from one of the figures, the voice thickly accented, but  slow and stern. The captain and sergeant started at the one before in shock. "What?" The captain asked quietly. "Drop weapons and on your feet." The voice commanded again, this time louder and more threateningly. 

The captain looked rightwards the sergeant and couldn't read the expression on his face. Captain, named Harry, then looked forwards and signed, put his gun down on the ground on his left and stood up on his feet, the res of the men doing so just after him, the sergeant the last. Not a word was said. A minute later, the survivors, hands on the backs of their heads, (the captain and sergeant in the lead)walked in lines of two towards the vehicle which landed and lowered a ramp in its rear, the figures walking besides them, their weapons trained on them, watching their every move, as the two lead them up the ramp, seeing a figure standing in the centre of the ramp, a box in its hands, two more figures on both sides. "Wear these to breathe." The voice ordered, the two looking at each other, the captain shrugging as they took a small metal outward shaped see through material object from the box and put them over their mouths and noses, fitting comfortably. The two figure standing besides the one holding the box stepped over to them and, held out a pair of black metal cuffs, one putting a pair on his hands, and the other kneeling down to place them on his legs, then saw the inside was a row of seats with restraints similar to those on roller coasters. The rest of the men were quickly issued masks and put in cuffs, and were ordered to sit in seats on both sides, the harness moving down simultaneously on command, the ramp door closing, the vehicles engines quickly firing, lifting it upwards and then shot off into the sky, silence falling on the battle zone, the smoke still hovering and the dead bodies of only the human soldiers lying silently, never to rise again.

And that's chapter 10 done! Hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a vote!

Hope the military stuff was ok, I didn't want to go too far, like, oh, I don't know, something like the Transformer movies. 

The shield scene was inspired by the Roman Testudo (Latin for "Tortoise") formation, which involved a unit of soldiers forming a compact barrier of shields.  

The soldiers vibrating and going under ground was inspired by the phasing The Flash does in the to Arrowverse TV show and the movie. I'm no expect, but I'm pretty sure in those instances, phasing involves molecules vibrating in a way that allows them to move through other moles unless, or solids.

The "magic" phase was from Arthur C Clarke's famous saying "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Which I thought about when coming up with this and all the technological advances of the Weren against the Humans.

We'll return to our main characters next chapter, but we'll see these men again soon!