Tyrell's eyes lit up when people actually started pouring into the room, he checked his datapad and checked off the people present. He was only missing a few but the team that was present was enough to start with. Violently removing the cups from his desk, he looks up to the people who were actually present. "Alright well, I guess I can start the briefing." He says getting up, the others around him seem to be snapping to attention finally. "I'm Lieutenant Tyrell, you've all been called to be apart of a new temporary taskforce. As you could see maybe, the city is going to shit. End of times cults, a resurgence in gangs and anarchy in some places. We've lost contact with the north, the communications up there is spotty."

He sighs rubbing his temples, he then gets up and toggles on the holoprojector in the middle of the floor. It shows a holographic vignette of intense fighting from the southern district. "National Guard are swamped in the shit down on the south side, as you can see the battle isn't getting any better. It's a stalemate, you'd think the Feds would show up and fix this. You thought wrong if you're sitting here, but that's what it is. North and South are our biggest issues, for the Mayor at least - for us. Regardless, what you should focus on is making contact with both districts. That's what I suggest, but if you want to handle it someway else I'm not here to hold your hand."

Tyrell takes a sip of his coffee once more, the bland generic cup reaching his lips before he turned to his co-workers. "Not much else I know, you're boots on the ground and you'll tell us what the what for is in this hell-show. Before I turn you loose, I'll introduce you to the rest of the staff." He points to the geeky looking techie "Detective Fields, she will manage the tech and comms for the operation." Fields give a small, lazy wave to the officers. Tyrell jerks a thumb to the Doctor "The Doctor - Doctor Michaels. He will be monitoring you physically and mentally, any severe signs of trauma and we'll pull you or maybe you'll go upstate to the cyber psycho's ward." The old Lieutenant looks over to where Moore would be sitting "Moore, well I don't know where he is. I'll be here as well for questions and to provide general logistics. If there are any questions ask them now, if not we'll move on."