Rising Problems
Naval Base Norfolk, United States
August 6th, 2025
The winds were calm, the lights from the stars shining brightly from the darkness covering the whole sky above. Lights from the city were minimal — well because of a scheduled maintenance on the power grid — only specific buildings such as Hospitals, Firestations, Nursing Homes, and the like were getting stable electrical power.
The Naval Base was Excluded, but because it had it's own electricity getting generated from somewhere on base. At one of the gates of the Base, two guards were conversing with eachother to either pass the time or not to fall asleep while on duty.
"If you wouldn't mind me asking, what the hell is supposed to be next?" A man asked, on his body was a uniformed vest with a rifle slunged in his chest swaying about in the wind, the man had an armband to his right arm with the word 'MP' etched on it.
The man's name was Mikey Oswald, from the state of Kentucky. Behind him and inside the small guard house, another man was sitting on one of the two chairs and reading a book titled 'How to Travel Properly - by Stevenson'. His name was Richard Dickens, from northern Alaska
Richard looked from his book to the first man, "Didn't someone read the manual, it's a puzzle toy you know?" Sarcasm clearly in his voice.
"Yeah i know, but help me here."
"See the Green circle?"
"Yeah?"
"You press the middle of the top and right points of the circle,"
Without any delay, Mikey, who was holding the puzzle box pressed where Richard indicated. The place where Mikey's thumb had pressed made a small click and caused a small piece of folded paper on the ground beside his left foot, "thanks, and what's this?"
Before Mikey had a chance to crouch down to pick the paper a sound alerted them, the radios on both the men was recieving a message.
"Gate Bravo 2, Incoming Vehicle. Standby for traffic,"
Putting his book on the gate console, Richard answered back in behalf of the two, "This is Bravo 2-1, ready for traffic, Yankee Base."
The two men stopped what they were doing, they put away the book and puzzle Box — forgetting the piece of paper that fell. And were replaced with the men's rifles and a flashlight.
The radio barked out again, this time with more information, "Vehicle is clear to proceed, Vehicle is a Black SUV; plate is as follows, Uniform, Sierra, One, One, Two, Seven; Driver is Admiral. Jameson and passenger is Classified."
"Classified?" Whisper shouts Mikey.
"Probably CIA," Richard guessed. Holding down the radio on him, he answers back, "Yankee Base, Bravo 2 Copies. Out"
"Oh and i see the headlights," Richard looked towards where the man pointed.
Two lights were rapidly approaching the gate before slowing down, Mikey slowly approached and shined his flashlight on the car — Careful to not shine it at the windows.
Reaching the driver side Mikey found that the window was rolling down, "Evening, Identification and reason for visit?"
Mikey, looked at the now clear admiral — which he had many times seen on base — which was grabbing a piece of unfolded paper, "Evening MP, reason for visit is Classified but to atleast get us in I'll tell you that this is a emergency."
The paper had it dictating that the person in the backseat with the admiral is needed to be moved to Norfolk Naval Base for a transport to a place that was unfortunately blacked out, "Alright, Admiral let me open the gates."
"Thanks," Mikey gives back the paper and signals to his partner to open the gate.
Catching a glimpse of the passenger, he is confused as it appeared to be a woman with long hair resting on the back seat window.
Watching the vehicle leave their view, they close the gate and go back to what they were doing earlier.
Oblivious to the now ticking time that has just started…
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Area 51, United States
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August 6th, 2025
"Sitrep on Helix?" Jamie Richardson spoke under the silent yet controlled chaos happening in the room. He was old, but he has do it now when 'they' sent her.
"Norfolk gate guards have let the Transport in, ETA on boarding of USS Gerald Ford is 5 minutes." Perry Hiemer, a good friend of Jamie. Answered with a sharp and quick voice.
"If we are caught, expect that we will be..." His eyes darted towards the four sitting men, and to the only two staff — of which both were thoroughly screened and made to sign a silencing agreement.
They, the Admiral and the Woman. Were the only people knowing what was going to happen, out of Billions of the worlds people only a handful were in the loop. And they will pay the price if they are caught.
"ETA on the Project commencement?" Jamie asks one of the staff, who of which took a quick look at some instruments to his closest wall.
"Ten Minutes, 15 seconds and counting." The staff answers.
Jamie stopped to think before speaking again, "Everyone, I'll head out to get some coffee. Call me, when you know…"
They all nodded while Jamie left and did their own things; Perry Heimer was calling his wife; Alex Wantson, only shut her eyes to likely nap; Florander Derek, stood up and followed; Charles Ipswich was fidgeting with his hands; and the two staff members talked with eachother while monitoring their stations.
Jamie only walked for a while before Florander caught up to him, they walked in silence in the hallway.
"Called Mary?" Florander initiated the conversation.
"Yeah, just said to stock up on groceries. Yours?"
"No, not yet anyway."
Silence engulfed the men until they reached a vending machine, Jamie picked an Ice Coffee — Not that he has any choice. While Florander picked a ice tea, to Jamie's amusement.
"Going healthy?"
"Doctors recommendation,"
Both chuckled at the answer, which was short-lived when one of the two staff ran towards them.
"We are double timing sir, plan has been moved up. The woman has chanted,"
"What!?!" Both exlamed at his report.
The three came rushing to the room, the screen on the other side of the door had a timer counting down.
"Contact our assets and rep-" Jamie's words were cut off.
"No one will do such thing," Men in combat gear entered the room, surprising everyone.
One of the staff, a young Corporal named Derrick. Who also fetched Jamie and Floranders was knocked out by one of the soldiers.
"Who are you?" Alex looked at the group.
A man with a yellow stripped helmet stepped forward, "CIA, thats all what you need to know."
"What are you going to do?" Charles, asked with shaky hands.
"No, its not what we are going to do. Its what YOU are going to do from here,"
The men looked to eachother, knowing full well what that meant.
———
Oval Room, White House
August 6th, 2025
The room was quiet, only the sound of pen writing on paper echoed inside. The space was mostly unoccupied, all but for the lone man sitting in the chair was busy with paperwork.
He was the President of the United States, Harry Kane. Age 42 and a ex-marine, this man can both fight politically and physically.
Hearing one of the doors open, he looked up to find a beautiful woman in a blue dress entering.
Dropping his pen on the table, he moved towards the woman. "Oh hello~"
"Maddy is already sleeping, so i decided to check up on you."
Harry smiled, spreading it to the woman.
"I can do this tomorrow, if you want." He motioned to the door.
"No, you better finish that first. So we can enjoy tomorrow," She winked.
Getting the signal, he was now motivated to finish work tonight. "Okay baby, you better sleep."
"Yeah, I'll go on ahead." She pecked him in his cheek before leaving.
"Plans tomorrow sir?" A agent entered after the first lady left.
"Oh shut it Joshua," This earned the agent's chuckle.
Closing the door behind him the agent's smile turned serious, "Theres something you should know, Mr. President"
Sensing the seriousness Harry sat down on one of the couches, "i have to guess, is it about the people doing something behind my back?"
"Yes, CIA Director has given me this just earlier." Joshua brought out a piece of paper.
Reading the paper, his face turned sour. "So Five People were doing what?"
"They are still trying to uncover it, but this is what the Director had found after going through some checking the backrounds of the heads." Joshua pulled a folder.
"Whats this?" The folder had backround information of the people involved.
And there was a in-circled sentence among all of the files, "All have seemingly appeared after 2020, no records before 2020."
Harry looked at Joshua for reassurance but only found the man nodding, "KGB? Chinese Intelligence?"
"Uncertain," Joshua answered.
Grabbing ahold of his phone, he dailed the number of the CIA Director.
It didn't take a second before he answered, "Harry, im going somewhere. I cant chat, they were planning or doing something in Norfolk. I have sent my team to the base, call you later."
Harry didn't even had a chance to respond before the call ended, "The Fuck?"
"Escort me to the Situation Room," Joshua nodded and opened the door for Harry.
The two were fast walking to the west wing, trying to be quick as possible and ignoring all staff passing by. Harry even noticed his wife and merely shook his head at her, she understood and blew him a kiss.
The two were then joined by another Secret Service Agent just as they reach the door to the elevator room, Harry scanned his fingerprint and typed in the pin.
The door opened and revealed a room with a desk occupied by another Agent, Joshua nodded to her and she opened the elevator for them.
The three stepped in the elevator, said elevator started going down immediately.
Harry looked to Joshua,"Contact both NSA and FBI heads, tell them to get up and running."
"Yes sir," Joshua then pulled out a radio, not bothering to use his earpiece.
The second agent looked at Harry before leaning towards him, "Mr. President, DOD is requesting to be on DEFCON 3."
Harry eyes grew wide, "Joshua,"
The elavator opened, revealing a hallway with a big blast door at the other end.
"Mr. President, something is happening in Norfolk." Joshua reported before leading the way.
Reaching the blast door Harry looked through the eye scanner and pressed his thumb at the fingerprint scanner, it took a merely 30 seconds before a green light flashed and the blast door started opening.
Situation Room (PEOC)
750m Below the West Wing
The blast door revealed a busy entrance, staff running across the bunker.
"Mr. President, please follow me." A staff member led the way to a Conference Room.
Sitting to the edge of the wide table, he was immediately greeted by a screen at the other side of the wall showing a real-time satellite view of Norfolk Naval Base.
Another screen overlayed the map, this time. It was a body camera of someone.
"STOP RIGHT THERE," The voice clearly touched with a angry tone.
"It's a Norfolk MP, they were notified and this sergeant was close enough. But —" The aide was cut off as in the screen a woman in white gown had glowed yellow before the screen turned sideways. Indicating the MP had fell down, "…That happened."
The screen left and showed the aerial view of where the video came from, it was coming near the edge of the peir. What ever she was doing, the President was thinking of a suicide bomb.
Another screen lit up, showing four body cams. This time they were running, and after turning a corner — a Destroyer was docked, making hard to see the other side — they spotted a MP on the ground, one of the men stayed and the rest continued finding the woman ahead with the white gown.
"HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM!" A texan voice from what Harry could tell boomed from the speakers.
"Tir-Dduw, rwy'n erfyn am un teyrnas. Rwy'n cynrychioli Xylos-Dduw, oherwydd mae fy byd mewn perygl." A Blue light suddenly appeared from the woman's hands, she continued, "O'm grym, rwy'n galw'r wlad hon. Diolch i ti am ganiatáu i mi. Hwyl fawr, Arthan." She finished, and just like that. The whole world changed.
The screens showing the bodycams were still there, but suddenly the screens showed the men falling to fall to the ground. It started from the closest to the woman before reaching the 4th man — who was checking the MP.
"Sir, Norfolk has gone radio silent." A nearby aide alerted them.
"Get me a Status report, Now!" It was the last order of Harry before a sudden shut of consciousness enveloped everyone in the PEOC.
Across the country, everyone was unconscious: drivers had their head pressed against the wheel, honking the horn as a result; late night strollers had their body slumped to the ground; office workers slumped at their workspaces; And dangerously, pilots above the skies fell unconscious at their controls.
It seemed that a danger has happened, willingly or accidentally.