In response to the break-in at midnight, the military had organized and surrounded the building, armed and ordered for use of full deadly force if need be. The soldiers within sight gazed in awe at the point of entry; the solid concrete and steel walls had been sheared clean to form a near-perfect archway, large enough to accomidate a passing platoon of men.
The commander in charge called for a scout squad to move in and survey the immediate area of the breach; a five man unit inched cautiously towards the new doorway with their weapons at ready, the only problem was that they were a little nervous as to possibly facing alone the thing that caused the damage.
As they approached, their pace lessened with each step until they were almost at a crawl just two meters from the building. They suddenly leapt to the sides and took cover out of trained instinct, their squad leader using a mirror-camera to peer around and check the area for hostiles.
Inside was a sizable vehicle repair bay that was mostly deserted with little or no place to hide from their vantage point.
“Sector clear, continue advance... Code Violet” the leader whispered through his comm-link, signalling for complete silence as they made their way into the building through the breach.
The ceiling stretched up to around fifteen meters to accomidate the Linebackers they usually stored here, only three light medical Hummers were there for the moment and the slightest noise echoed in the great hall of a workshop. The scouts received the signal for a wide advance to sweep the entire bay before moving onwards to the next area and through the next gaping hole in the wall opposite to the first; whoever did this knew were they were going, the men thought as they finished their search.

“Moving through second breach... maintain Code Violet”

The next section was a horribly-white hallway that made the walls hard to distinghuish from the floor and the ceiling, “Johnston, McMurray; Take point... Eveston, Michaels; you're with me, left flank!”

The hallway was more like a corridoor, it lead to a set of stairs that led only downwards, “This is forward team, moving through hallways to lower levels...”
“Pull back Forward Team!” came a stern voice through the comms, “That's and order, pull back!”
He had no idea why but he did as he was told and headed back around the corner to Johnston and McMurray...

Or at least where they had been...

“McMurray, Johnston, report!” the leader whispered over his link, no response.
His pupils contracted and his heart jumped from his chest in fear as the sound hit him...
A gutteral scream that was undoubtably from one of his men rolled around the next corner from the hallway breach, the opposite way they had been told to evacuate from so he pulled himself together and charged with his remaining men.

He skidded his heels and bounced off the wall as he rounded the turn and into the next corridoor; a smeared line of fresh blood was just vissible around the the next corner, past three doorways at the end of the next section.

They moved swiftly and silently towards the apparent place of their comrade's demise though before they reached it, from one of the three doorways a beast of a man who stood around seven foot literally smashed though the closed door and took Eveston with a Lariat stike around his neck, snapping it like a cheap wine glass.
Before they could level their weapons on the creature it pounced on Michaels and dismemebered him with a statisfied roar as something gripped the squadleader's arms from behind and skillfully removed his weapon before letting him go suddenly.

He was no sooner from their arms when he flipped around with his bayonete drawn as his sidearm had also been taken. Standing next to the snarling beast was McMurray as if they were comrades, he just stared blankly at him before from his feet upwards became a shocking blue tone then his body formed into the slender figure of a naked woman.

Outside, the commanding officer stood shouting into his microphone in an attempt to contact the squad he had ordered out; he was quite surprised to say the least when the squad leader came outside at full sprint... completely naked... stripped forceably by the beast's claws which left him bleeding lightly alover.
“What in the name of Sang-Hell is going on here?” the Commander muttered in his thick southern accent.
Nearly all of his men including himself doved for cover as the ground shook violently and cracks were torn in the bitchumen underfoot, accompanied by a low groaning sound of over-stressed steel.
From the breach, an elderly-looking man wearing black robes with red lining and a strange helmet came just outside and called over the horrible noise, “Hope you don't mind our borrowing of your fine establishment...” his voice was calm and stern, like a leader proudly adressing hi followers in a speech. He raised his hands form his sides and the vibrations and sound increased, the pavement around the massive building cracked and began to rise up in a rough circle around it... He was removing the sizable structure by it's very foundation though the extensive use of steel underground supports.

Their training had taught them to open fire in a case like this, but every soul present was dumbfounded by the physiacally impossible feat accomplished by this frail-appearing old man as it was raised above their heads completely before flying up into the sky like a slow-speed aircraft and into the night.