Air Force Space Command-Peterson Air Force Base-Colorado-0700 hours

Even at the earlier hours of the day, the control center of Peterson Air Force Base was busy with many people monitoring satellite transmissions, scanning through countless lines of data all in the name security. One of the technicians, a young African-American man was watching is monitor as though everything were normal, but then his monitor started to flicker, distorting the content.

"What the?" He quietly asked himself.

He looked closer at screen while trying to fix the problem, but then the screen started to become more distorted until it just went totally black, after a few seconds something else came on the screen, and it was nothing he recognized.

"Ma'am, I think you need to see this." He called to his superior officer.

In a few seconds later an older red-headed woman came over to the screen and saw what he was looking at, and to say she was confused would be an understatement.

"What am I looking at?" She asked.

"I'm not sure ma'am." He replied.

One the screen, what replaced the satellite data was something completely different, what they saw were lines of code except the text or whatever they could call it were colored bright orange, and the texts itself was not English, or any other kind of language they could think of. Instead the data was written in some form of unknown dialect with completely unrecognizable symbols. The message itself continued the pour onto the monitor, it was separated into four different lines, with every other line going up and the others going down, everything about it was strange.

"What do you think it is ma'am?" The technician asked.

"I'm not sure, but I'm not waiting around to find out, get Washington on the phone." She ordered to one of the other technicians.

Central Intelligence Agency-Langley, Virginia-1100 hours

Within the halls of the Central Intelligence Agency, a man walked at a brisk pace, the man was about 5'11", he wore a pressed black suit and red tie, he was an older man of about 50 as shown by his graying hair and wrinkles, he wore and pair of thin glasses and despite his age he appeared well fit. The man walked down the hall until he came to a young man holding a tablet, when he passed the young man followed.

"What's the situation?" He asked.

"At three hours ago AFSC received an unknown signal that intercepted with the frequency of one of their satellite." He reported looking at the tablet.

"What do we know about it now?" He asked

"Nothing yet sir, we have our programmers trying to find that out." The young man said.

"Let's hope they can, some unknown signal breaching a secure network is something I'm concerned about." The older man stated.

Both men arrived at a door that was locked, the older man, taking out an identification card swiped it on the door lock which made it open. Entering the room they saw many programmers starring at computers with some of them walking around to check others as well as look at screens on the wall, all of which display the mysterious message. When the two men entered many of them stopped what they were doing to look at them.

"Anything so far?" the older man asked.

One of the programmers, a young man mostly in his early twenties, stood up, he wore a green collared shirt with khaki pants, he had tan skin and short black hair, and he wore a pair of glasses. The programmer walked over to the older man and looked nervous, like he just found his mother had found a collection of playboy magazines under his bed.

"Well sir we've checked the signal and to be honest, we're not sure what we're looking at." He said.

"Well…what was your name?" The older man asked.

"Uh Bradley sir." He said.

"Well Bradley is there anything you can tell me?" He asked.

"Not much sir, the signal itself somehow managed to integrate itself into the Air Force's satellite frequency, but we're not sure how it did." Bradley explained.

"Do you know where it came from?" The man asked.

"No sir, we've tried run a trace on the signal, but for some reason we can't seem to find its point of origin, it's like it just appeared." Bradley said.

"So you're telling me that this signal just appeared out of nowhere and managed to somehow find its way on a secure Air Force Network." The older man said.

"Unfortunately that seems about it sir." Bradley said.

"Can you at least find out what this signal is saying?" He asked.

"We're doing everything we can sir, but this is like nothing we've ever seen before, plus not to mention…" Bradley started to say but started to trail off, as though he was trying to avoid saying the rest.

"What is it Bradley?" The older man asked.

"Well you see sir, it seems though the message is…'incomplete'." Bradley said.

"Incomplete, what do you mean incomplete?" He asked in confusion.

"What I mean sir is that the signal that the Air Force intercepted was not the whole message, just part of it." Bradley explained.

"How can that be?" The younger man asked.

"My best explanation is that who, or 'what'-ever was transmitting that message saw that the Air Force was receiving the message and stopped transmitting before they got the whole message." Bradley explained.

"So you're saying that the Air Force was never meant to intercept the signal?" The older man asked.

"As far as we know, yes sir." Bradley said.

The older man thought about what Bradley was saying for almost a minute, but then got an idea.

"Alright, Bradley I want you in charge on this, find out if there is anything in the signal that can be used to trace it." He ordered.

"On it sir." Bradley said.

Bradley went back to work as the older man looked over to the younger man.

"Stenson I want you to get a hold of Director Alberts of the National Security Agency." He said.

"Yes sir, but if I may ask, for what reason?" Stenson asked.

"Whoever sent that signal will try to do it again, I want people monitoring as many computers as we can, if that signal shows up again, I want it found." He said.