Metafire

"Business as usual," Angela instructed everyone to get back to work. She was not going to respond to Bluebird. "Frank, encrypt this to Metafire One: 'Under attack by FBI capsule. Silent protocol. Please help.'"

"We are intercepting Internet traffic from Metafire Two, Jim," Jack was at his console looking at the encrypted messages. He had no way to know what they said. Furthermore, they were directed for broadcast, so he had no idea about the intended recipient. Then, Jack realized the Metafire capsules were talking to each other. "Wait a minute! Cut those guys from the Internet! Now!"

"Right." Steven confirmed, but he had already initiated authoritative contact with the hub to halt all digital relays of Metafire Two transmissions. "We'll cut'm off from anybody 'cept us!"

But it was too late for the FBI. Metafire One had received the emergency transmission. George Davis had been brought into the capsule to look at the Internet browser screen. His heavy brows held still on it. He understood the situation immediately. He quietly asked that Andrei come in.

"Andrei, we have a problem. It seems the U.S. police want to board Metafire Two. Metafire Two contains our friends and some possible problems for us. Andrei, we have to consider our options. Are you ready?" George was grim.