<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Fairview Shopping Center<br/>14:37 July 20, 2079</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Officer Norman Reilly was on patrol in the Fairview shopping center as part of the Seattle Police Department.  The department kept a uniformed presence in the shopping malls, as they were the most likely places to find crime and illegal activities.  So far his day had been quiet, and he'd been ready to hand his shift off to the next person when he happened to spot a hooded young girl.  She looked out of place, wandering around aimlessly as if searching.  He at first thought it might be she was looking for a ring or something else she'd lost, when she approached a table where someone had left a sandwich.  She'd looked around before sitting down and beginning to devour it.<br/><br/>Moving through the crowd, casually to avoid tipping the girl off that she was seen, he got on the radio, "214 to dispatch, possible 110 in the food court, over."  The dispatcher was quick to come back, "<em>Copy that 214.</em>"  A few cameras turned to watch the event, to make sure they got a good ID on the person they were about to apprehend.  He was almost there when he heard, "<em>Negative on that, 214.</em>".  That was his clue to back off and leave the girl alone.  The cameras kept an eye on her, while a call was being made.  The facial recognition software had gotten a hit on the databases, and it had flagged SPECTRE's local office that they had a super on their hands.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>SPECTRE Command<br/>Location Unknown<br/>14:38 July 20, 2079</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Captain Rodger Goldfield was seated at the duty watch station overlooking the other terminals.  The screen, easily twice the size of a normal screen at the cinema, was displaying information on reconnaissance information from agents in the field, most of it boring and trivial at best.  Suddenly an alarm went off and the picture of one Sami Laine was displayed, as well as an indicator of her exact location.  They had a confirmed super, and the most troubling bit was that she was located in the middle of a highly public place.  But still, they needed to move.  "Get the assault teams in the air, NOW.  Call Colonel Drake, let him know the situation."</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Colonel Drake's Residence<br/>14:39 July 20, 2079</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Colonel Drake sat in his study at the top of his second story home about a mile away from SPECTRE Command.  He was looking through a catalog, attempting to find a model he wanted to construct to add to his collection, when the phone rang.  The caller ID came up <em>Unknown Caller</em>, which made Drake reach for the phone, "Drake."  He listened to the person on the other end, "I see.  Yes, good work, I'll be there as soon as I can."  He hung up and stood, grabbing his uniform jacket as he went.  He was downstairs before he had it buttoned, and told his driver, "Back to base, we've got a situation."</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>SPECTRE Helicopter Alfa Tango Four<br/>Above Seattle Heading for Fairview Shopping Center<br/>14:41 July 20, 2079</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sergeant Alan Redwood sat on the edge of the helicopter's open cargo bay, a bar keeping him and his squad mates from falling out.  They were all armed with their standard issue pulse rifles, heavy tactical armor, and kevlar helmets with HUD eyepieces.  Currently, information being streamed to him was a layout of the mall they were heading to and an ETA.  A few blinks and the computer pulled up a display of their target, Sami Laine.  She was cute, but that didn't mean she couldn't be dangerous.  They were taking no chances, and so they had four teams of six in the air.  Alfa Tango Four would drop squad one directly into the food court, while the others dropped on the edges to help contain the situation.<br/><br/>Each of them was on edge, and he was tempted to check his rifle one more time, but experience told him if it wasn't ready now, it wouldn't be when it came time for him to make the drop.  He would just have to trust he did it right the first time.  They were nearing the objective, and soon the people in the mall would be able to hear the whoomp whoomp whoomp of the helicopter's blades slicing through the air.  When they were in position, each would repel down and land, attempting to secure the objective.  They had to get this right, or the super might well turn them all inside out and hang them up to dry.</span>