Vanguard Headquarters, the War Room, 1700 Hours:
Lady Grey stroked her chin between slender thumb and forefinger, the slight furrowing of her brow the only indication that she was troubled by the images being projected onto the far wall. At times like this, she was reminded of how used Vanguard had become to dealing with the Rikti threat...which, in turn, made it all the more likely for the organization to be caught off guard by things like this. Which, frankly, was unacceptable - once this affair was settled, she'd have to double down on drills that trained base personell on monitoring