<P>Jacobson's eyes were dry. He blinked, rubbing them. Everything fell apart for everyone. UNATCO was a mess. Their plan was a mess. He was a mess. Everything just blew up when JC was mowed down. Denton was the red wire you see on bombs in movies... That red wire that should never be cut.
<P>
<P>Manderley suddenly turned and hurled his glass of water at the cell window. The glass shattered, and water spread limply across the window and floor. Manderley stood uncomfortably for a moment, then chuckled sickly again, and straightened his tie. Suddenly his expression became very grim.
<P>
<P>"Someone has to sweep this God damned coalition back together," he said.
<P>
<P><B><JC>--- --- --- ---
<P>
<P>After the NSF invasion, Liberty Island turned into a crime scene. Nobody was allowed on it, not even UNATCO troops. UNATCO Headquarters was the only active place on the isle, and even then, things become much more security-stricken.
<P>
<P>This was good news and bad news for Dominic Bishop and his squad of two, Brian and Jess. This meant breaking onto Liberty Island would be much easier, because the area was empty save for the occasional group of suits and troopers. However, this also meant that breaking into UNATCO HQ would be much more difficult.
<P>
<P>Of course, by now, one might expect to have a motive for committing such a dangerous feat. Dominic did not. All he knew was some kind of presence... Something about him felt different, like he expected an alien to burst out of his stomach at any moment. This presence wanted him to break into UNATCO. This presence could hurt him if he did not. This presence practically controlled his body as though it had a remote, and was sitting somewhere, hidden behind a bush, playing with Dominic like he were a toy robot. Yet it was not a physical presence... It was a mental tumor, a black cloud inside his head. Part of him, yet something alien, something dangerous about it. It sickened him. It aroused fear.