Several days ago...
Staten Island, New York.
In the perimeter of the SIGIL Headquarters, deafening alarms rang as operatives, both Jaegers and non-Jaegers, prepared for a siege. For the first time in years, the heart of SIGIL has been breached.
"Deploy the special forces! I want the Block 6 here now!"
The high commander of the headquarters roared as personnel streamed through the central operations node, also known as CON.
One of the officials stationed nearby looked at the screens, wondering what the alarms were about. "Why are you acting as though we are being besieged?"
"SIGIL resides near the heart of the Federation. I doubt the Clan could pierce through our layers of defensive lines."
His doubts were understandable, as it had been years since the headquarters had been under siege. The last time was after the revolution.
When some of them rebelled.
