His head jerked up as his communication device alerted him to a message. He switched the device to an active mode and scrolled to the message and tensed subtly. It was a scrambled number made to appear as if it were from within the Enforcement headquarters. He knew the variations by heart, after all, he'd designed the program and he also had designed the protocol for using them, only in emergencies. He sighed, playing his part still as he opened the message, his eyes floating over each word:<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The old virus you were inquiring about was briefly mentioned in historical texts. It was quite insidious and lethal to it's main body host, it could spread to others quickly and damage entire groups wholesale. Once detected Commander it's best to remove the virus once found quickly and get those around it out of the infection zone. Honestly if I suspected that sort of thing near me, I'd be like a bat from hell.</span><br/><br/>His breath held for the moment, instinctively deleting the message completely as well as the rest of his messages. He looked at the rest of the room with his standard cursory glance, knowing his time was officially up. He could run now and probably get away, but there was more at work here and he had a duty to perform before he made himself scarce. Exhilaration filled him as well as a touch of anxiety, it was a slight fear, fear that he would fail, that he wouldn't live up to what he had promised too. He had men and women's lives in his hands right now and pride surged through him. Danger was all around him, more potent than it had ever dared to be before and he turned back to the computer before him.<br/><br/>He wouldn't have much time, but he was already prepared for this day. Depending on how much they knew about him would change the amount of danger he and his fellows were in. From the sounds of it, there was a traitor, at the most they had been foolish enough to allow a mole within their ranks and it was now costing them. If that was true, he could assume they knew he was the leader of the Rising Phoenix, and that they were more than desperate enough to get a hold of any member of the First Sons, let alone the leader of an infamous cell.<br/><br/>His fingers were quick, and his mind sharp as he activated the various programs that he'd been perfecting for years, changing them with time to match the growing sector of various technologies. The programs were subtle, made to look like files that belonged, and if inspected would look completely benign, camouflaged by the surrounding files, only a detail and in depth scan by an excellent and highly trained computer specialist would be able to find them. He'd been attaching these small background files that were completely benign, spread throughout all of his files and those he had sent to the files of his superiors and those that reported to him. Everything connected to him contained them and the real genius wasn't just that they were inconspicuous but the reason why they were so subtle. They were unconnected pieces of a puzzle, all useless on their own, but once primed and the trigger pulled, they immediately lock down all files connected with them, wiping them from view and then annihilate them beyond any use, replacing them with fakes that held misleading information. Of course that would only happen when he said so, which his exact measure of triggering them was exactly if his Enforcement account was entered, password or not, it would activate without his specific say so, a special set of means to enter it that only he knew.<br/><br/>He flipped all of it on as he heard his name and turned in his formal manner to the pale and nervous looking man before him, "Commander, you're to pack your bags and come with me to the nearby transport...you will not be coming back."<br/><br/>He raised a brow in an obvious show of confusion, taking the disk and eyeing it with curiosity, within he was grateful he'd had his moment to secure this side of things. He nodded at the man, turning to log out from his account, activating the last of program, hiding it's workings deep in the workings of the computer itself and priming the trigger. He turned and motioned for the man to continue on, Blake following close behind him as he moved. On the outside he was his calm and collected self, moving with dignity and assurance, looking unfazed by what was going on around him. Inwardly he was methodically and swiftly going over all of what he still had to do and the little amount of time he had for it and just how he was going to go about it.<br/><br/>When they came to his quarters he stopped in front of his door as he opened it, eyeing the pale man with an irritated glance, "you don't honestly mean to enter my private quarters do you?"<br/><br/>The man looked startled, "I was to accompany you at all times Commander...."<br/><br/>His eyes narrowed, his authority surrounding him in a noticeable aura, "surely I am not a prisoner or am going to take off especially from my own sealed room you twit. I am allowed my basic human right to privacy am I not?"<br/><br/>The man quelled beneath Blake's mostly false face of authority and anger, "I suppose so sir...."<br/><br/>He snorted in disgust, "and I suppose I'll be only a few moments while I collect my things."<br/><br/>He entered the room and closed the door behind him, not bothering with his things, all of the things he would have ever needed to take on something like this in one bag, all his benign and 'personal' items. Anything of any real sentimental and practical value was stored away elsewhere. Instead he connected his personal computer to the same network and program setup as his work account. Sweeping over the room to the work at home computer and making sure it's network was running, sending out another signal to farther computers, finalizing the last steps of the program. He checked a few more little surprises that he may or may not have needed. Finally he took out his communication device, eyeing the screen and finally sending out his own message.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Oh! No it's an old story that's perfectly safe for children. The brother and sister are insanely clever about trying to find their way back, though breadcrumbs are a bad idea if you ask me. :) Might want to skate over the evil witch that gets a hold of them though, even the sister pushing her in the oven could be bad, if not necessary.</span><br/><br/>He sent it before deleting his messages and mail messages again, setting it back on his hip. He sighed, grabbing his bag of things and as an afterthought, grabbed the old watch on the desk, wrapping it around his wrist. He glanced at the watch that had once been his older sister's, his protector and best friend, the silver made, ruby embedded ring of his father's, his mentor and teacher, and finally the old leather band engraved perfectly with the head of a golden lion of his mother's, his caretaker and comfort. He wouldn't stow them away in the secret places, in case he never came back, he would always wear them, always and forever. Finally he grabbed his things and exited the room, motioning with his bag for the pale man to lead him on.<br/><br/>He would face his fate with smile, or at least a snarl.