<em>The smell of burning flesh permeated the scene. The carcasses of easily a dozen vehicles, maybe more were strewn along the street. As torn apart as they were, it was difficult to place precisely how many there were. Glass, steel and plastic were spread along the thin strip of highway like litter, and the various vehicles were still aflame. Bodies, in the dozens could be seen strewn everywhere as well.  Some blazing from the gasoline from the vehicles, some combusting on their own, burning hot at the sun was beginning to set over the scene, and lights that flickered between red white and blue began to light up the place, the wail of sirens piercing the air. Large hoses were pulled in to keep the flames from spreading to the nearby flora, and men in uniform began cordoning the area off. It wasn't like the road saw much activity anyways, but it was best to keep things safe. Cars were sent to direct any incoming traffic away as the sun set fully and the fires could be seen burning for miles.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The office was quiet. The view was spectacular, looking over the entire city, brimming with life as the lights came on, a human rebellion against the darkness that came when the sun went down. Despite the height of the office, the sounds of the city still could be heard. Sirens, horns, cars, people, all living their lives, as oblivious of the man that looked over them from that tall office as he was of them. Looking over the city could sometimes calm him, but not tonight. Tonight he was... restless. Tonight he was upset.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/806379b4dea37b82148ccfb5fe322a01/tumblr_nyohdz9EJl1ukf73ro1_1280.jpg)</div>He looked tired, visibly gaunt. His appearance was usually so alive, vibrant, expressive and emotional. The eyes that had always glittered with life and hope looked over the city with defeat in them. His lips, almost always smiling before carried a very heavy, very concerned frown. His cheeks were unshaven, his fingers tapping at his office chair, the comfort behind the leather seat lost on him as he himself was lost in deep thought. His mind churning over the events in infinite detail, every action, every step, every decision that had led him to be seated in his chair at this moment in time, wondering where everything went amiss. How everything had gone awry over the course of one afternoon. Over the course of maybe fifteen minutes.<br/><br/>A gentle tap at the door announced the arrival of a young man. Tall, blonde, bearded and powerfully built and yet with a gentleness of spirit around him as he stepped into the office, his eyes peering into the darkness of it, trying to find the owner.<br/><br/>"The Meteorite has arrived at Storage, Mr. White. There weren't any complications with the transportation, and the transition is being completed as we speak," The younger man's voice was deep, but again, soft and kinder than you would give the man at an initial glance."<br/><br/>"Thank you James," Came the tired response, a smooth voice with more than a hint of that lilting Scottish accent of his as White didn't turn from his view of the city.<br/><br/>"Sir... if you don't mind my asking, well, we won today. We got the meteorite. We stopped Tac 6 in their tracks. Why..."<br/><br/>"Why am I not celebrating with a bottle of champagne and cigars?" White repeated, taking hold of a sleek-looking remote control and pressing a button. A large television screen mounted on the wall to his right lit up, with a pretty reporter's face cast in the background of the destruction.<br/><br/><em>"We're here live on the scene of what can only be described as a battlefield. While the reports coming in are conflicting, They do seem to agree on the fact that the convoy, whose remains t can see behind me, were in fact vehicles belonging to the UN Agency simply known as Tac 6, tasked with the monitoring of the Evolved Phenomenon, and they were in the process of transporting an undisclosed item that was vital to National Security. There are some conflicting reports, but it does seem clear that the attack was perpetuated by Evolved Individuals as well, although their level of organization is in question at the moment. The attack, as you can see behind me, was methodical, precise, and brutal. It would seem that it was an organized strike against the UN Agency, and if that is confirmed by the specialists on the scene, Congress should convene in an emergency session to decide if they should give emergency powers to Tac 6, a foreign Agency, to deal with what is becoming an increasingly worrying Evolved Problem. Our hearts and prayers go out to the brave men and women that died in this cowardly attack, and to their families as well. Back to you Mike."<br/><br/>"Thank you Jane. Keep watching for more on this horrific attack. In other news..."</em><br/><br/>The television flickered off, and James could see that White had seen the footage enough times to not have to watch it again. The demonstration had been for his benefit alone.<br/><br/>"They were expecting us to make a move, James. Almost wanted us to, I'd say."<br/><br/>"But... they declared war when they moved the Meteorite onto U.S. soil. They were the ones that provoked us."<br/><br/>"But as you can see, in the eyes of the world, we struck first. We drew first blood. The war has begun, James, and now we find ourselves with very few allies left. I only hope we can survive the consequences of my decisions. I only hope that the rest of our brothers do too."