More Than Meets The Eye 3/21
Story Title: More Than Meets The Eye 3/21
Chapter Title: The Signal
Author: sakamotomhira
Rating: PG-13 - R (language)
Pairing: None
Summary: Kurt Hummel gets more than he expected when his dad buys him a car for his Sweet 16. As if his life wasn't hard enough.
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Transformers, sadly. I own paraphenalia fom both, at least.
Word Count: 459 OMG, it's so short! *is ashamed*
Notes: Chapter 3! Hopefully I'll be able to get the next chapter out without a month long hiatus. Especially if I'm doing a Glee/Grimm fusion fic and a Klaine mpreg along with an original story...I need more notebooks. This one'll be short. But the next one will be, too. Maybe I'll get them done sooner. No Kurt in this one, sadly. He'll be back in the next chapter, though!
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Masterlist
Chapter 2
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Washington, D.C.
A room filled wall to wall with chairs buzzed with chatter. The occupants varied; some were in military uniform, others in dress shirts and slacks. Several men were seated up front at computers.
An older man with graying hair walked in through a side door. He paused as another man approached him. "Steve," he greeted, shaking the man's hand.
"Hello, Mr. Secretary."
He glanced around the room at those assembled. "They're so young," he sighed. His sharp blue eyes had locked on to a group of young adults. All of them were dressed in street clothes.
"They're the top subject matter experts, sir. NSA's recruiting right out of high school these days."
One of them sat up suddenly. "Guys, that's the Secretary of Defense," he said, nodding in the older man's direction. The others looked over in curiousity.
"I am so underdressed," one young man groaned.
Steve stepped up to a podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, the Secretary of Defense."
He stepped away as the room rose to it's feet. The Secretary of Defense quickly took his place.
"Please be seated." He paused to make sure all eyes were on him. "I'm John Keller. Obviously, you're wondering why you're all here, so, these are the facts. At 1900 local time yesterday, the SOCCENT Forward Operations Base in Qatar was attacked. So far as we know, there were no survivors." Keller looked out at the room. The faces of the crowd were solemn. He pressed on. "The objective of the attack was to hack out military network. We're not sure exactly what they're after, but we do know that they were cut of during the assault, which would lead us to assume that they're going to try it again. Now, no one's taken responsibility for the atack. And the only real lead we have, so far, is this sound."
Keller turned to his left, gesturing to a screen embedded in the wall. The Pentagon seal flickered out and was replaced by an image of a sound wave. It was a recording of sharp electric sounds. Whirs and hums.
"That's the signal that hacked our network. NSA's working at full capacity to analyze it and intercept further communications but we need your help to find out who did this. Now, you've all shown considerable ability in the area of signals analysis. We're on a hair-trigger here, people," Keller said gravely. "The President has dispatched battle groups to the Persian Gulf and Yellow Sea. This is as real as it's ever gonna get. Now I'm gonna leave you to your officer-in-charge. You'll break up into teams and you'll start your work. Good luck. To us all." He took a deep breath before stepping down and striding out of the conference room.
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Chapter 4