Xavier coughed up a full mouth of coffee onto his desk, staring wide-eyed at the television screen in horror. Jerusalem had fallen. He stared, unbelieving at the monitor, unsure whether or not he was caught in a bad dream. He knew, under the current regime, what happened to the people of the cities that were "reclaimed." They died. All of them. It was mind boggling. He stood, gathering what he needed from his desk, before stepping out of his office.<br/><br/>"Going somewhere?"<br/><br/>"Home. Sick." he said, over his shoulder, to the secretary. He made it as far as the parking garage, the sounds of what was happening across the street still audible, before pulling out his laptop, intent on scouring the internet, looking for news of Jerusalem.<br/><br/>((Figured with the new ruling that the internet would be different. Let you describe that.))