7) You've got the omnitrix?

Max Tennyson scrutinized the screen before him, an air of concern furrowing his brow.

He had finally secured the location of the aliens responsible for bringing level 5 technology to Earth. The screen showed the mill where their trucks had went.

He swiftly made his decision. "I am going after those aliens. I've sent an update on my Plumbers Badge," he declared in the Plumbers badge. It was to ensure that any Plumber on Earth would receive the message and be informed about the pursuit of the aliens responsible for the advanced technology on the planet.

Pulling his coat and blaster from the shelf, he exited his RV, ready for the future adventure of his own. It promised to be a long night ahead.

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Max gazed at the distant factory. The location he had obtained pointed directly to this place. The expectation lingered as Max anticipated the presence of the aliens in the vicinity.

Max moved stealthily, infiltrating the factory until he reached the lower gates. Max realized the presence of a guard at the lower gates, recognizing the likelihood that the guard was also an alien. He had to create a diversion here.

Max, from his concealed position, grabbed a stone and skillfully aimed at one of the tin cans. With a soft throw, he generated just enough noise, a subtle clang, to divert the attention of the guard at the lower gates.

Seizing the opportune distraction, Max trailed the guard who investigated the source of the noise. Employing his stealth, Max swiftly approached, delivering a decisive strike to the guard's head with the back of his blaster.

The forceful blow rendered the guard unconscious. Max swiftly bent down, probing the guard's face for the ID mask. He hoped it was an alien. Otherwise any normal human would have some brain damage due to it. He hadn't felt skull while hitting it. More like something akin to flesh.

He removed the ID mask. The alien had beige skin with black hands and feet similar to a Highbreed's and a Xenocite-like head. Realization hit him – the situation had taken a turn for the worse suddenly. It was a troubling possibility: if these were Xenocites, the host must be a human. Xenocites had the capability to overwrite the DNA of their host, transforming them into creatures like the one he had just encountered. The gravity of the situation, well it was worse than he imagined.

Clutching his blaster tightly, Max swiftly entered the factory. An eerie emptiness enveloped the entire space, an unsettling silence prevailing for some unknown and disconcerting reason.

The absence of aliens raised questions in Max's mind. If there were no extraterrestrial threats here, what had the guard been protecting? A realization dawned—perhaps this was not the primary location of the aliens but a storage facility for their weapons and resources. It did made sense better.

Max navigated swiftly through the factory until he discovered the room housing the arsenal of weapons, uncovering a cache of interstellar firepower. Within the room, Max found an array of Level 5 laser lances, a formidable arsenal that hinted at the advanced technology wielded by the aliens.

A sudden glurr sound filled the air, and an alien descended from above, disarming Max as the blaster was forcefully thrown from his grasp. Max swiftly turned toward his assailant, coming face to face with the familiar beige-skinned aliens.

Suddenly, hundreds of more beige-colored aliens, resembling the first one, descended from the ceiling, filling the room with an overwhelming presence. All of them went on towards him to pin him.

Despite Max's efforts, the sheer number of aliens proved overwhelming. The large group eventually managed to subdue him, pinning him down within the confines of the factory.

Finally, a massive white alien descended from the ceiling, distinguished by its ability to fly unlike the others. It was a white humanoid plant-like species with black hands and feet, a purple face with red eyes, along with eyes on its chest. Above his hands and feed were grayish splotches that tempered off before its elbows and knees. A highbreed, Max realised.

"Max Tennyson. What a surprise," the Highbreed spoke in his rumbling voice, the revelation of Max's identity echoing within the confines of the factory.

"You may wear an ID mask to look like a dealer, but your scent gave it away," the Highbreed sneered, revealing his acute awareness of Max's attempt to disguise himself during the deal.

"What are your plans towards Earth?" Max asked through clenched teeth, realizing he had fallen into a trap. The Highbreed's revelation hinted of their strategic move. He was pinned, but he wanted answers at the moment.

"You will know, Max Tennyson. For you will be a part of them soon," the Highbreed said cockily. Besides him, one of the aliens brought a xenocite with him. Gently lowering himself, he slowly pushed the Xenocite towards Max Tennyson's head.

The entire room was suddenly filled with the shrieks of Max as he tried to resist the Xenocite.

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Ben Tennyson gazed at the RV, triumphant after winning the football match. Excitement filled him as he contemplated showing his medal to his grandpa, Max Tennyson.

The thrill of victory was sweetened as even the cute girl had praised Ben for his stellar performance in the football match. He had even managed to make JD and Cass sour. A bonus for him.

"Hey Grandpa Max. Open up, it's me!" Ben said excitedly as he called through the RV door.

Ben found it peculiar that whenever he called to his grandpa, the response was consistently some form of noise. However there was no noise today.

Ben pushed the door and was surprised. An alien suddenly jumped on him and escaped from inside by breaking the Windshield. Hurrying immediately, he moved to the cabinet where his grandpa usually kept recordings or messages for him.

Without hesitation, Ben opened the cabinet and retrieved the strange disc. As he held the disc, contemplating the presence of some sort of button, it unexpectedly began to glow. Something which freaked him out for a moment.

The disc activated and a hologram popped out from the disc. A hologram of his grandpa. Before Ben could ask anything, the hologram suddenly decided to speak.

"Hello, Ben." The holographic Max Tennyson spoke up with a smile.

"Grandpa! What's --" Ben tried to interrupt when the holographic projection continued.

"I left this recording where I knew only you would find it. I'm in a bit of a situation, but it's nothing I can't handle --certainly nothing for you to worry about. There's renewed alien activity on Earth. I'm investigating. Oh, don't worry about the Omnitrix, either. I have it, and it's completely safe. They'll never get their hands on it. Say hello to your cousin Gwen for me. Love you. Max out." The Holographic recording proceeded with a smile before it waved his hands to Ben.l

"You've got the Omnitrix?" Ben whispered confused. It was more of a question at the moment. A question which unsettled him.