A soon as Slaiton walked into HQ, he was bombarded on all sides by people shouting, interns running back and forth, and a crowd of people that immediately sought his attention. His anger management classes hadn’t prepared him for this. At the moment, though, he didn’t particularly care.

“Can somebody please explain to me what the hell is going on?” he roared. The room stopped for a moment, but only briefly. Secmaster Whent ran up to him through the middle of the group, pushing people aside.

“Um. Your office, please, Commissioner?” he asked meekly. Meek was an unusual look on him, so Slaiton took him seriously. Slaiton waved him into the office and shut the door.

“Report,” Slaiton said.

“I’m not sure all that you heard over the com, but…” Whent trailed off, apparently distracted by something on his pad.

“Just that I needed to be here,” Slaiton snapped. “Now out with it.”

“It’s the Raids, sir,” Whent said. “There has been an… abnormal uptick in activity. It’s hard to think that it’s anything but coordinated.” The Secmaster kept glancing down at his pad, occasionally tapping something.

“Okay,” Slaiton said. He took a deep breath. “Raids are something we know, at least. What sort of activity are we talking? What servers are being hit?”

This time Whent deliberately averted his eyes, apparently finding the stack of reports on Slaiton’s desk fascinating. “That’s the thing sir. As far as we can tell – it’s all of them.”