<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>SPECTRE Command<br/>Electronic Warfare Division</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The remote signal trying to connect with the SPECTRE servers was proving difficult to crack, and the AIs chattered amongst themselves.  With a breech in security this wide, there was only one course of action to prevent damage to the entire SPECTRE network: shut it down.  All of it.  The AIs immediately began closing down the connections, one by one, making sure all systems were locked down before sending the order for the lines to physically be disconnected.  The order had only been used once before, and the thought that it was happening was enough to put not only SPECTRE on full alert, but send the entire country into DEFCON 3.<br/><br/>As the AIs shut down the systems and ran the back-ups to ensure there were no breaches in security, immediately there was a phone call to Colonel Drake.  He listened, and everyone on the scene watched him put the phone away and head for his vehicle.  The entire situation just got complicated.  When an angry police chief came up to him and tried to beret him, he whispered quietly to the man, only to have him blanch and nod.  Instantly, a call went out on the radio, "All units, report to your nearest precinct and await further orders."</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The Pentagon</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lewis Fairleigh was the eldest son of four, and currently the elderly black man was sitting at his desk at the pentagon.  He wore the black uniform of a Navy Admiral with four stars in a perfect cluster, and he held the position of Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.  His power was second only to the President, and he had the authority to use the military in whatever means necessary to ensure the security of the United States.  He was reviewing a routine report from the Naval Department when his phone rang.  He was still reading when he picked up his phone, "Farleigh.  Repeat that?  I see.  What units do we have in the area?  Alright, mobilize them and get them in there ASAP.  Then call the Joint Chiefs and the President, I need a meeting with all of them in the War Room."<br/><br/>The situation was bad, very bad.  He stood up and walked over to the cabinet of liquor he maintained, despite having stopped drinking almost ten years ago.  He poured himself a glass of scotch, two fingers, and drank it.  The liquid burned down his throat, and that was all he would allow himself.  He needed to remain clear-headed for what was about to come next.  He stepped out of his office and began issuing orders, and soon a parade of military vehicles was heading for the White House.  Traffic was diverted and the Press soon had a damned good reason to be interested in the going ons at the White House.<br/><br/>Soon, across the entire country, news stories of the military going on active duty and an emergency meeting at the White House was on the news, and soon the pieces began to fall into place as the news agencies figured out it must somehow be related to the going-ons in Seattle.  Phantom would be cut off from his information feed with SPECTRE, and now he had put the entire US military on full alert.</span>