((Pool of 7d10, with two success. (8, 2, 1, 9, 6, 4, 2) ))<br/><br/>Xavier manages to get into the network, though barely. After a few minutes of searching, he's found what he's looking for.<br/><br/>A silver banner across the top of the screen reading "Jerusalem- Avenge!", underneath which was an article, untampered for now, which gave the rolling death and destructions counts, unaired by the average media. As always, Xavier quickly exited the page before getting to the bottom. That's where the revolutionaries always stated their plans, their intents. And it was nothing that he could get involved with. He closed out of the program, lest he be discovered, and folded up the laptop. Climbing into his car, his mind was still racing. It was unbelievable. How could the country have come this far? And, more disturbingly still, he wasn't entirely sure he could remember how it was prior.