Per 
O5-2 paced across the deck of the SCPS Ceres anxiously. Though decades of working for the Foundation had enabled her to hide her emotions, those close to her could notice her right foot tapping with nervous energy.
“Ma’am! Status report!” one of her assistants rushed up with a stack of papers.
O5-2 turned, her expression betraying her anxiety. “Yes?” she said, taking the papers.
“The Americans are shooting down any aircraft taking off. O5-11 and the Ethics Committee are stuck in Texas. They won’t be able to leave for some time. Furthermore, 117 SCPs have breached containment and 26 sites are not responding to our communications.”
She swore, the ugly word shooting off her lips with such ferocity that her assistant couldn’t help but wince. “Call an emergency meeting of Overwatch Command.”
“Right away, ma’am!”
Ten was the first to join. Next was Six, then Three, as the Overseers joined the video call, logging on from all corners of the globe.
One spoke first. “Has Site-01 been evacuated?”
“Yes, sir,” Nine answered.
“Incinerate it. We can’t afford to let anyone get our documents.” At this, there were a few dissenting grumbles, but no one dared object.
