<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Fairview Shopping Center</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The SPECTRE agent that James shot through the wall went down, dead before he hit the ground.  Another agent spotted James just before he disappeared back into the wall, and got on the radio, "<em>CONTACT!  Another super in the building!  Repeat, Two Sierras in the building!  We've got a man down!</em>"<br/><br/>A new voice came over the radio, "<em>Agents, this is Colonel Drake.  We've got reports of lethal action inside the building.  You are not, repeat, NOT to use lethal fire.  Non-lethal rounds only.</em>"<br/><br/>Sergeant Redwood swore, thankful it didn't pick up, and he said, "Confirmed, Sir.  Pursuing tangos!"  They had to move, and fast.  As they began to run, the walls began to get confusing, making it difficult to pursue.  What should point clearly to the exit became a maze, and he was soon lost somewhere in the employee only areas.  "Shit!  Command, they're warping the building around us.  Looks like they're heading for the exits."<br/><br/>"<em>Confirmed.  Head for the north exit and get a ride in one of our birds.  We'll try to keep an eye on them from the air.</em>"</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Seattle Metro PD Dispatch Office</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sergeant Patrick Mills was trying to sort through the myriad of calls coming in from 911.  They had reports of terrorism in the Fairview Shopping Center, and at the same time SPECTRE had placed a call telling them to hold off while they did a hunt for a super.  The fact that rumors were coming in telling of agents shooting civilians only made things worse, and finally the chief himself came down, "Get everything we have to the Fairview Shopping Center.  SWAT, Homicide, everything you can get your hands on."<br/><br/>Mills didn't wait to acknowledge the order.  He heard Officer Miller make the call, and he got back on the radio, "Miller, sit tight and monitor, backup is on its way."  Then he switch to broadcast to all units, "All units, report immediately to Fairview Shopping Center, possible terrorist disturbance.  All units, report immediately to Fairview Shopping Center."</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>SPECTRE Command</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Colonel Drake slammed his hand on the console as one of his men reported on the police dispatch.  Things were getting worse and worse, and he knew he'd have to personally intervene to keep them from going completely ape-shit.  The fact of the matter was, he didn't have a complete picture here, and he didn't know where the hell his commander in the field was.  It was a dicy situation that needed to be resolved, and fast.<br/><br/>He turned and began walking out, barking orders, "Ready the command vehicle and get me an escort, I'm going down there.  I don't give a shit how far it is or how dangerous, grab me a vest and round up some men.  MOVE!"<br/><br/>He pulled his cell-phone and dialed a number, "This is Colonel Drake, SPECTRE Command Northwest.  Get ahold of General Lake for me."</span>