[h2][i]U.S. Navy's response to Adora[/i][/h2][hr]
Captain Holt’s knuckles were turning white as he gripped the edge of the table while witnessing the chaos from the live footage displayed across the numerous screens mounted on the wall. He was currently in the intelligence briefing room in the San Diego naval base surrounded by a number of subordinates as well as civilian counterparts. Yet, despite the large room full of people, Captain Holt felt alone, and it was an odd feeling. Not alone in a physical sense, but rather the sense of urgency as they demanded a response from him which turned out to be a surprisingly lonely experience. One of his commanders, Commander Jones, was on the line with The White House, and Lieutenant Commander Avery was on the line with Fleet Admiral Pearson’s office. All parties involved were working conjunctively to mitigate the single largest threat the Pacific Fleet has encountered in modern times.

Suddenly, the room grew quiet when a knock was heard on the door. MA1 Wong then saw Captain Holt motion for her to open the door, and after doing so, a young sailor entered the room. MA1 Wong then closed the door snapped back to the position of attention adjacent to the door as she was before. Her partner, MA2 Rodriguez, mirrored her actions as he was securing access to the room from out in the hall.

“S-sir, I believe I may be of help.”

Captain Holt raised an eyebrow, trying his best to not let his temper get the better of him. Was this a joke? A junior sailor with possibly a solution to the biggest challenge he’s ever faced in his entire naval career?

“Sir, I just got on the phone with Norfolk, they have been trying to reach us,” an intelligence officer interjected from the back of the room. “It seems Seaman Gonzalez can save San Francisco after all.”

Back in the Pacific Ocean, 500 nautical miles from the San Francisco bay, the crew aboard the USS Abraham Lincoln was getting ready for their plan of action. Two jets had gone wheels up less than five minutes ago, but their work was only getting started. The carrier was on its way to San Francisco when an incoming message scrapped their previous plan. Apparently, the ship was to hold fast in its current location for now. The jets en route to San Francisco were also alerted of the changes, and they altered their course to comply with the new orders that were put out.

“Alright son, now you know what to do,” Captain Holt said, placing his hand on Gonzalez’ shoulder. The young man nodded with a salute, then he disappeared from sight. Having been in San Diego a moment ago, Gonzalez teleported to downtown San Francisco. The destruction depicted on TV did not do any justice to the damage thus far sustained in the immediate area. He looked around momentarily before the giant woman drew his attention. Gonzalez then said a quick prayer. He wasn’t the overly religious type, but he could use any help he could get at that point. The young man then teleported himself closer to the giant. In fact, he spawned on her shoulder and right away scrambled to grip the collar of her shirt in order to prevent himself from falling.

“You’re done, you hear me!” Gonzalez yelled a moment before he touched her shoulder with his bare hand. In an instant, both Gonzalez and Adora disappeared from sight.

Some of the crew from the carrier gasped when a giant suddenly appeared high above them in the sky. It looked as if she was suspended in the air momentarily before she started falling down to the vast ocean below. “HOLD YOUR FIRE!” Lieutenant Clark ordered. He knew his team was a little too trigger happy and he had to keep them in check. His orders were to open fire on the woman if she presented an immediate threat, but otherwise he would be unable to engage. Above them, off in the distance, the jets were approaching. 

Gonzalez felt himself falling. He attempted to teleport on to the ship but found himself unable to do so. Apparently taking a giant on the little trip had absolutely drained him and now he had nowhere to go but down.

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Since Anya arrived at the botanical garden, she’d been on and off the phone with Moscow and the Rezidentura. She had found out that apparently one of the Altered had grown to an estimated 200 feet and was wreaking havoc in the downtown area. The agents currently assigned to San Francisco, to include herself, were on the verge of being evacuated. Anya hadn't yet received final word on what to expect, so she waited for Marcus as planned until she was sent additional instructions. She was leaning against a wall when he just so happened to walk by.

"Looks like I found you," she smiled, walking up to him as she put her phone away. "I'm sure you're aware of what's going on downtown so I'll make this brief. Hanes advised you quit. It's a shame, really, given your expertise and acquired ability, and I thought it best your experience shouldn't go to waste. With that said, I actually work for an employer outside of the American government. You'd be an asset to our organization as you'd be helping us with work similar to what takes place in Liberty. We don't go after the Altered, however, as we have other targets we focus on." Anya stopped for a moment to let him take in what she had said so far. She walked over to the bridge overlooking one of the ponds and leaned forward to rest her forearms on the edge. "You know, Hanes also told me that finding you was my main priority at the moment as you had betrayed Liberty. I get it, though. You used to work there this morning and now you're out here on your own with God knows how many secrets stored away in your mind. But lucky for you, I don't necessarily follow Hanes' orders." 

While Anya hadn't necessarily threatened Marcus, she was making it known that she was tasked with bringing him in.

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