So, I've got a massive desire to throw the might of the United States military at the Grimm, especially after the events of Volume 3. Are you ready for some freedom?

Any relation or similarities the following characters may have to real life people are entirely coincidental. Fictional names will be used along with real life facilities and vessels.

Transition

Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton

Lieutenant Jonathan "Al" Allen grinned as he watched the HEAT round slam into the target dummy and explode. "Good hit. Repeat, good hit." He lowered his binoculars before poking his head back into the turret. "Nice shot Jack."

Sargent Miranda "Jack" Jaqueline gave him a smile from the gunner's seat. "Thanks boss, I try my best." Al stood back up over the turret and spoke into his radio. "Grizzly 2, fire when ready."

"Roger that Grizzly 1."

Suddenly a flash emanated from a tank about fifty yards from Al's own, and a few moments later a second flash occurred where another target used to be.

"Grizzly 2, confirm hit."

"Good hit Grizzly 1. Repeat, good hit."

"Ah, love live fire days. Nice to just sit back and watch shit blow up." Al was about to give the go ahead to Grizzly 3, but suddenly a white flash filled the sky, and to any onlooker, nothing had changed. But, to those within Camp Pendleton, well, they were in for a surprise.

Naval Station Norfolk

Admiral Thomas Kelly was currently trying to figure what the hell just happened. One moment, he was touring the recently commissioned USS Gerald R Ford, and now it, and the entirety of Naval Station Norfolk, had been moved to some very unfamiliar waters and there were currently dozens of black…. things flying about and harassing the ship.

"I need security on the deck getting those contacts off the ship. Signal all nearby ships and order them to get their air defenses up." He was about to issue more orders when one of the communications officers addressed him.

"Sir, there are a couple of birds in the sky, said something about a night flying exercise; they're requesting order."

"Tell them weapons free, we have to clean up these skies. And get word out to Eisenhower and Washington; see if they can get any more birds in the sky."

Fort Bragg

Private Charles Crawford shouted obscenities as he fired into the large mass of black, shadow, monster things. He, and the rest of the 82nd, and the rest of Fort Bragg for that matter, were currently fending off these weird beasts. Luckily they weren't caught by surprise too badly; the giant white light that persisted for about 5 minutes had made sure all the personnel were on full alert, and they had managed to push the… things out past the perimeter. While the ground soldiers focused on defending the perimeter, the base's AA was lighting up the sky, keeping the flyers off their boys' backs.

As Crawford and his comrades figured out, these things were quite tough, though they could be downed with sufficient fire. He only hoped their ammunition held as the hoard didn't look intent on stopping anytime soon. He continued firing controlled bursts into the mass, resisting the urge to just hold down the trigger. He finished off one of the larger ones before he had to change mag, and watched the thing dissolve into nothing as he did so. That was probably what creeped him out most, and indicated to him some fuckery was afoot when the hell spawn just disappeared instead of leaving a corpse. It gave him the chills, but he ignored it as he fought on.

Barksdale Airfield

Major Daniel Lawrence steeled himself as he lifted off in his A10-Thunderbolt, otherwise known as the Warthog. From whatever the hell happened, Barksdale had been placed in a relatively calm position, nothing more than a handful of the demon things had attacked them, and once coms had been established between Barksdale, Pendleton, Norfolk, and Bragg, the flyboys of Barksdale were being tasked with providing air support to assist the defense of the other bases. The USS George Washington, USS Dwight D. Eisenhower, and USS Gerald R. Ford would be providing support as soon as they took control of the skies around them.

"Major, you've been quiet this entire time. What do you think of this whole mess?" His co-pilot Lieutenant Mark Butler spoke up over the coms.

"Honestly, I'm just focusing on our orders right now. It's the most I can do right now as frettin' over our cosmological position and what not ain't gonna do our boys any good." He paused as he oriented the aircraft to head towards Fort Bragg. "Right now our job is to fuck shit up; we can philosophically examine our situation later." As they approached the base, Lawrence scanned the skies for any of the enemy flyers. He was briefed they wouldn't be able to catch the A10, but better safe than sorry. What caught his eye however was the large city to his right. A large, partially destroyed sky scraper dominated the skylight. He had also been briefed that it was some sort of native city, and the Barksdale was to the northeast, Bragg was to the southeast, Pendleton was on the southern coastline, and Norfolk was on the northern coastline, a veritable perimeter of US military installations around the native city.

When Fort Bragg was in sight, they also saw the black mass that was what command had officially referred to as Demons. "All right, lets light 'em up."

The ground personnel cheered as the awesome "BRRRRRRRRRT" was unleashed on the demons, cutting swaths out of the group.

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Captain Keith Stuart scanned the street ahead of him with his rifle. He, and the rest of 1st Ranger Battalion has been in Syria mopping up ISIS forces in the area when they had been oh so rudely pulled into this urban environment with evil hell beasts attacking the local populace. Keith, and the rest of the Battalion decided they needed to secure a defensible position within the city and were in the process of doing that when they got word from a General Gunther at Fort Bragg ordering them to locate and establish contact with native forces.

Captain Stuart was leading Bravo Company into what looked like the city's capitol building. It was located on its own and it had the tallest building in the city. As they approached, they saw activity occurring in front of the facility. "Does anyone have a clear sight of the contacts in front of us?" He spoke into his radio.

"Sir, it appears to be group of locals fighting off the demon things and… some giant robots." Well that was new.

"All right Bravo, looks like we might be able to make contact with local forces. We're going to go in and secure the area. Watch your lines of fire; we don't need to be hitting any friendlies. Move out."