[color=39b54a][b](( To avoid any confusion, this post will be taking place BEFORE Sterling’s post.  So this post will happen first, followed by hers up above.  This post is supposed to have been the first “active/live” IC Post. ))[/b][/color]

[u][b]CDC Center.  Third floor.[/b][/u]

As Jon pulled the door open, he looked peeked out and looked around.  The hall was empty but immediately to his left there was an opened door.  He saw that inside was a group of what he assumed was the uniformed guards of the facility.  Two were looking out of the office and spotted him immediately.  The guard nodded and said something to the others and Jon stepped out as they didn’t seem to be a threat or surprised.

Ultimately, he was happy.  He wasn’t sure what kind of environment he’d be stepping into and this was one of the more ideal situations he was hoping for.  Or at least that’s what he thought for the moment.  Immediately Jon took measures to get a better idea of what is going on, and as he stepped fully out and towards them, he stuck his hand out to greet the guards.  While he was going to be assertive, he felt the need to keep up appearances as well.  “[b][color=6ecff6]Hello, uh, I’m Jon.  Jon Erikson, CIA.  What, uh, what’s going on exactly?  I assume the situation isn’t the best and that’s why we’ve been, umm, kind of kept in the dark the last few days.  What’s the sitrep[/color][/b]?”

The four looked at one another and one who Jon assumed was a more senior of the group looked at him and said, “[i]we’re going to address that when everyone is out and grouped up.  We...we’ll do it then.[/i]”  All of them tried to appear calm, and they actually did good jobs of it.  He assumed they had at least a few days to work this out, maybe even weeks.  To someone like Jon though, it was obvious that there was tension and things were not ideal.  

He did manage to look inside of the control room and the most immediate thing he noted was that almost, if not all of the cameras from the first and second floors were out, off, or pure static.  So either there was a problem with internal computer systems, or they were lost.  Being that this floor’s system was up, and most likely linked, it didn’t seem likely that  it was a computer issue.  

He guessed something happened on those floors and it wasn’t a good thing.  As he spoke, he looked behind him and most of the other people had begun to either poke out their heads, or walk up and out of their cells.  

As people started to come out and gather up, the guard that spoke before spoke up loudly again, this time addressing all of the people in the hallway.

“[i]People, people, gather up.  We’re going to be passing word here.  We need everyone to just come on over and relax and listen up.[/i]”  He waited a few moments for other stragglers to get themselves over.