At just after 9pm, Davey's Locker, a shit-hole that masqueraded as a locals bar, went under siege.
Two dozen heavily armed Federal Agents stormed the premises under orders from Project Integration. The goal was to capture as many assembled 'illegals' as possible, using non-lethal means. There was resistance and what might have seemed like an easy take for the government turned into a brutal fight. By the time the building was secured, eleven illegals had been captured and caged inside two transport vehicles. The Federal Agents were loaded into separate vehicles, one of which embarked on the return trip to headquarters in Henderson, Nevada. The other made a stop at the Sunrise Hospital and Medical Center three blocks away, where several Agents were treated for injuries.
The government vehicles left the scene at approximately 9:41pm. But not before a call was made from a cell phone inside transport vehicle number four.
It was answered by David Fuller, a reporter for the Clark County Beacon. He was instructed by the vehicle's driver to grab a camera and get to the East Tropicana Avenue on-ramp for I-95 South as quickly as possible. What was about to unfold was guaranteed to be a very newsworthy event.
Fuller got to the scene within five minutes of the call. He pulled his car off the road, got out, and turned on the camera. At first nothing of note happened, except that two large, government-issue vans took the ramp to I-95. Not two minutes later, Fuller got what he'd come for.
A third government van signaled for the ramp. But then its driver seemed to lose control of the vehicle. It plowed through the guardrail, careened up the embankment and slammed into a group of trees. Fuller didn't know whether to call 9-11 or keep rolling. The reporter in him chose option two. With his camera at the ready, he moved closer.
As Fuller watched, the driver kicked his buckled door open and climbed out with his cap pulled low over his face. He signaled the reporter over. Moving a little closer now, Fuller captured the license plate number of the van. Strange noises were coming through the back doors-- a mixture of human-sounding voices and animal snarls. He focused his camera on it and waited, ready to dart back to his car if anything lunged out at him.
The driver yanked the doors open, revealing a massive steel cage, which was now bent on one side of its frame. Inside there were at least six creatures of varying shapes and sizes. All but one were conscious and kicking furiously at the metal door.
Fuller, a man who made his career on words, only managed to mumble, "Son of a bitch..."
The driver spoke up. "If I were you, I'd get my footage and get out of here."
"Before they break the door down?" Fuller asked.
Darian was already leaving. "Or the government gets here. Whatever comes first."