Later that night,
Office of Military Intelligence Building.
The sun set once again, and darkness fell, but that's never a problem with this city.
Tristan before a computer console looking at the video feed of a fighter jet in the air. He watched the video feed of the land going by in a night vision green tint.
Phoenix Pilot: Negative visual so far.
Chancellor Tristan: Keep scanning, they came from somewhere.
Phoenix Pilot: Yes sir, continuing sweep.
Tristan then turned around and faced Trellian and Panin, who were doing their own thing.
Chancellor Tristan: Tell me any of you have something.
Trellian looked up from another computer terminal standing behind its occupant and shook his head. Panin looked up from a datapad that was given to her by another assistant and also shook no. Tristan sighed and folded his arms.
Chancellor Tristan: Those missiles came from somewhere, how hard can it be to find where they launched from?
Commander Trellian: Sir, those missiles were military grade, and powerful. They could have been launched from an off shore vessel or Virgin Shores for all we know.
Vice Chancellor Panin: We can't rely on Radar scans. They completely evaded being detected by several listening posts all around the city. I don't know if we'll ever find out where they came from Tristan.
Tristan sighed again and began to pace.
Chancellor Tristan: What...what about my daughter? Where's Tessa?
Commander Trellian: Oh! Sorry for not saying something sooner sir, one of my men radioed in saying he was with Tessa near ground zero. They're also with your wife and Lerra. They're safe inside the Government building.
Chancellor Tristan: Good, I want a Raven ready to take me there in ten minutes, understood? I don't want to be separated from my family again.
Trellian nodded and turned away and unclipped a radio from his waist. Tristan lowered his head and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, moving them to the bridge of his nose. Panin walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.
Vice Chancellor Panin: Are you okay Tristan?
Chancellor Tristan: Why Panin? Why must running this country be so damn hard? Why is there always someone trying to wreak havoc?
Vice Chancellor Panin: We'll find a way to fix this. Don't worry.
Chancellor Tristan: One day our people will have a new start...somehow.
Venture Telecomm and Entertainment Building
Rua sat on one of the benches, still staring at the OMI tower across the water. He felt the cold breeze of the air hit his face as he relentlessly stared down the momument to Follomer's military might. He then raised his watch up and looked at the time, letting out a sigh. He then pulled out a flashlight from his pocket and set it on his lap.
Rua: Well...let's see how this goes.
Just outside St. Krist city, north of Downtown
Late night traffic buzzed by the warehouse. Everyone was heading home after a long day. Inside the warehouse, one man was still at work, as he called it, as he sat down before a large computer monitor, and looked over it's many programs. He then cracked his knuckles and typed in several commands before hovering his fingers over the enter key.
???: God giveth...
His finger then came down on the key, setting the commands in motion.
???: And God taketh away... Ha, ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!!
Sub-level command center
Commander Trellian: Raven will be prepped on the pad in five minutes sir, I'll accompany you to the government building-
The lights suddenly went out all around them and everything lost power.
Assistant 1: What the hell??
Assistant 2: We lost power, everything's out!
After a minute, power then returned to the room, and the rest of the building. The island's backup generators kicked into action as the central computer detected a cutoff of imported power from the city. Tristan looked around, confused.
Chancellor Tristan: What?? A power surge ontop of everything that happened today?
Trellian then heard a report over his radio and told the assistant at the terminal to bring up a security cam feed of outside.
Commander Trellian: Sir...that wasn't a surge, you need to look at this.
Tristan walked over to Trellian and stared at the image.
Chancellor Tristan: ...oh no.