To the north of the city, Dron Habrun and his two synthetics spotted a dozen men in a clearing including the colonel who commanded the men.  He and his synthetics walked toward them with their weapons pointed at them. 

“Drop your weapons or we will be forced to use ours against you.”

The colonel and his men raised their muskets and pistols and fired at the trio.  The slugs were vaporized by the force fields as the trio strode calmly toward the Confederates.  Five of the men were wounded by the synthetics while Dron didn’t fire a shot.  He knew how ineffective the outsiders’ weapons were against him and his synthetics.  So why kill the attackers?

Dron approached the colonel and asked, “Are you the commander of these soldiers?”

While Dron’s synthetics held the men at gunpoint, the colonel said, “Are you angels or demons?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Our bullets couldn’t stop you and your man.  And what type of creature is the other ‘man?’”

“Both of my men are synthetics.  One just happens to not look like a human being.  They work beside me everyday.”

“So you’re not angels or demons, I take it.”

“Neither are we like you and your men.  But I won’t go into details.  Is this all your men?”

“I choose not to tell you, sir.”

“It really doesn’t matter.  If there are any more out there, we’ll find them and take them into custody.”

“And where exactly are you taking me and my men?”

Dron placed metal transporter tags on the colonel and his men and seconds later they were transported to a holding area where their fate would be decided. 

The remaining soldiers were either shot to death or captured that day.  At the end of the battle the body count was 36 dead, 69 wounded, and 46 surrendered without injury including the colonel.  The police officers hardly broke a sweat even though the temperature was in the 90s. 

Drom met with the colonel and his men in an auditorium under the city streets.  They were all sitting nervously since they didn’t know what was going to happen to them.  The Chief of Police was flanked by his men and their synthetics on the stage. 

“Good afternoon, gentlemen.  My name is Drom Janvuous.  I am the Chief of Police for Newgate.  As you have come to realize, you made a poor choice for a battle location.  Don’t worry about me sending you to the prison camp in Elmira, New York.  It is inhumane and we gladly have no contact with those who run the camp.  We will shift you to a detention camp in another dimension where you will spend the duration of the war in custody.  It is very humane.  If any of you want to join your loved ones, like you do, Colonel, we can have them transported to the dimension.  I know you long to see your wife Louise and your children John, Jeremiah, and Laura.  I find it unusual that you wish not to see your house servants Ben, his wife Jane, and their children Joshua and Mary.  They are humans too.”

“They are property, sir,” the colonel protested. 

“That is one of the big reasons why we are fighting this war.  Every human deserves to live in dignity and never be considered property.   Our moral belief should please God enough to allow us to win the conflict.  As for you and your men, we will shift you to the dimension where you will be incarcerated.  Follow my men and their synthetics to the facilities where you will be shifted to another dimension from.”

The men followed Drom’s men and two of the synthetics with the remaining synthetics behind them to the interdimensional transporter facility where they were shifted to another dimension and held until the war ended in 1865.  The last memory they were allowed to have that wasn’t implanted was what was happening prior to the cutting of the telegraph lines.  For all they knew, they spent the time in a standard prison with other prisoners.  They were indeed treated humanely and returned home healthy. 

Thanks to Drom, his men, and their synthetics, Buffalo was spared a battle and with the dead bodies removed from the area and buried in another dimension until after the war, not even outsiders knew a battle had been fought on New York soil.  The people of Newgate wanted to keep it that way.