Executive Order (Pres.James Adler)

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The hallway was filled with busy individuals, running about doing their business. Six dark figures dressed in suites strolled through the busy hallway of the Pentagon with a great sense of purpose. Four of the men were armed guards, each dressed in not only identical black suites and matching dark sunglasses. In each of their arms was a M4A1 assault rifle that had a strap which went over their shoulder. Despite being in one of the safest structures in the United States, one can never be too careful in such dire times.

Of the other two figures that were being escorted by the four armed men, one of them was the Secretary of Defense, Charles Dixon, one of the most powerful man in the nation. Despite his old age, the man still had sharp eyes which burned with a fiery passion to serve his country. Rumour has it, the only thing that is keeping the old man alive was his stubbornness to see this infestation crisis to an end.

Last but not least, the emotionless individual walking to the right side of the Secretary of Defense was none other then Captain Westbrook, a Delta Force operative who is currently working as a CIA agent. An extinguished soldier and a stoic serviceman of the United States, Quinten Westbrook was being led to the deep compounds of the Pentagon to be further briefed on his new mission. So far, through his CIA handler, Westbrook was notified that a new mission was assigned to him. However, during the short briefing on the car ride to the Pentagon, the nature of the mission was kept secret to him.

A natural born survivor, Westbrook had underwent countless highly classified black ops missions in the past and despite all the punishment dished out at him, survived. Fear was not part of Quinten's vocabulary, but the vagueness of this upcoming mission made him uneasy. There was that and the fact that just few weeks previously, a dangerous pandemic sweeping across the Eastern seaboard, in particular the city of New York. A deadly virus had been unleashed through a product created by the powerful billion dollar industry Diamond Corp. The victims of this horrendous virus was turned into violent mindless creatures, or in George A. Romero's terms, zombies.

As a result, the entire nation was posed to DEF CON 1, and all military servicemen outside the state, like Quinten, were withdrawn from their locations and brought back stateside. With no vaccine, the time was ticking for a solution before the entire country turns into anarchy.

Having passed through five checkpoints already, and going down a guarded elevator, Westbrook knew he must have been deep in the bowels of the Pentagon, and that their destination was fast approaching. Much as he expected, upon a sharp turn, they finally arrived at a great golden coloured metal door with the great Seal of the United States on it. Standing beside the door on either sides stood two more armed secret service agents.
"Liberty." Secretary Dixon waved the two guards off as the two guards accepted the secret pass code.
The giant golden door slid open and Secretary Dixon led Quinten inside while their four escorts positioned themselves outside. Their job was done, at least for the moment.

Inside was a giant room with a long oval shaped wooden table at the centre. Sprawled across the table were small United States flags, stacks of paper, and a black phone. At one end of the room stood a giant screen with an image of the United States Seal projected on it. There were 20 seats in total surrounding the table, each made of red velvet. All the chairs were empty except one at the top of the table facing the screen.
"Mr. Westbrook," Secretary Dixon gestured Quinten towards the man seated.
Westbrook gave a courteous nod before walking over.
"Mr. President, it is a great honor." said Quinten humbly as he walked over and stretched his hand to take a handshake.

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It had come to note that there worse fears had came about. There was an infection, right now only targeting the state of New York but who was to say that this infection would not grow over time. Time was not on there side, as the infection had been tracked and development had concluded that this infection spread fast like wildfire. Something needed to be done, the City was now on a lock down protocol, no one was to leave the City after the evacuation process that had been set about. No one was to leave, and anyone who chose to enter on there own accord, would enter at there own risk.

He was seated in his office, having called a meeting to discuss further plans to take in regards to the devastation that had struck New York City. First of all, they needed evidence to clear up the big question that hung above everyone's heads....how? How did this happen? There were rumours floating about, but he wasn't one to listen to rumours, he liked facts and wanted answers. Once they could determine what caused this, they could figure out a way of stopping it from happening anywhere else. Sure, closing the state off could help..but what was to say that it would be successful? They needed a solid plan of action.

He remained seated at his desk awaiting for his guest to arrive and when he did, he arose from his seat. A dark haired male entered upon his request, approached the table and extended his hand out as he greeted him. He shook his hand and gestured to the seat opposing him before he resumed his own. This moment in time was a significant part to play in the next phases of the operation, whatever was said in this room would be words that only few got to hear and others could only hope to have the privilege of knowing.

"Mister Westbrook, you are aware as to why we have requested your presence today?" he asked quietly. "I'm sure you are fully knowing of the current situation as a nation we are faced with. A virus had broken out in the state of New York and where we have encouraged all to stay in doors, we will shortly be operating an evacuation scheme. Any person that leaves during the evacuation will be taken to a camp just outside of New York where they will be tested. We would have preferred to do such testing on site but...it's too dangerous, we don't have the time of the numbers to go through such an operation." He said, taking a brief pause.