Outside the Khazan Hall of Justice, the fighting had gotten worse. Slowly but surely, the different groups composed of members of the JLA and the Avengers had one by one been returning to the hall, leading thousands of frightened citizens behind them. The Hall was huge, the size of a five story mall, but even then, it wasn't large enough to hold the tens of thousands of people who had come to take refuge in there. Fortunately, they didn't have to. Unbeknownst to the aliens, the Khazan Hall also had another feature, a long series of tunnels that started in the basement area of the Hall and lead through a series of trails through the sewer and all the way out to the outskirts of Khazan city, far away from the alien invasion, at least for the time being. Meanwhile, the remaining JLA and Avenger members were making their stand outside the Hall. Even as the alien commander shouted into his communicator, requesting reinforcement, a web line shot out, webbing three alien soldiers standing right next to him. As Spider-Man pulled on the line, sending the alien soldiers flying towards him, the Human Torch unleashed a fire bomb that friend the three aliens in mid-air and reduced them to ashes. But things were still getting worse. It wasn't enough that even the weakest of these alien soldiers had the strength level of an Olympic athlete, but some of them were hardened warriors of the War World arena and brought their experience in combat with them. Fortunately, their fighting methods were brute strength orientated and lacked refinement, allowing heroes like Batman to get the drop on most of them. Suddenly, a shot fire into the alien hordes.
"All right men, ready positions."
From out of nowhere charged hundreds of men in T.W.A.T(Tactical Weapons Assault Team) uniforms. They soon filled the square, forming a line between the alien attacks and the battered heroes. These were the Extras, Khazan soldiers. As a rule, they weren't too bright, and only one out of every three shots that they fired actually hit something, but the thing that made them unstoppable was their numbers. It didn't matter how many you killed, it seemed that for every one of them that died, ten more appeared as if from nowhere to continue fighting. Where did they keep coming from.
"Right lads, remember, we never surrender." yelled their leader. "We'll fight them on the beaches, we'll fight them on the streets, we'll fight them in the coffee parlor."
"The Coffee Parlor," repeated the hundreds of Extras proudly.
"Charge men, victory or death."
The Extras all charged the alien invaders, except for about ten or twenty who were a bit taken aback by that last part about death.
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Crazy Abdule's Weapon Shack had a name it really didn't deserve. It wasn't a shack, it was a mall. Five stories and over thirty square meters of the latest in firearms and hardware, their motto was "Destroy everything and let the Archeologists sort them out later." Ironically enough, Crazy Abdule was actually a pacifist with a thing against the NRA. However, the aliens in their skirmish through the city had token note of the impressive hardware and fire power that they had seen in the display cases and were now in the process of trying to capture it. However, Crazy Abdule always offered the latest in home security. Outside the shack magnetic mines, motion detecting tripods with explosive clips, miniature pulse detonators, security drones, and the latest in cybernetic body guards were on automatic, defending the shack from a platoon of invaders. Meanwhile in his office, Crazy Abdule himself smiled as the security cameras caught every minute of the action outside. This would make a great commercial.

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