Several months had passed since the world-altering events dubbed by the world as the Windham Events had occurred. The citizens of the planet had begun to rebuild their homes, their families, and their lives, and the pieces of creating a world where the human race and Alpha Human race lived in harmony had been put into play. While there were still skeptics as with all that is different, humans realized that being an Alpha Human was not something chosen but given at birth. Slowly, more people accepted Alpha Humans in their homes and establishments, but most importantly they accepted them in their lives.
The McMahon family, in an effort to not only help Alpha Humans discover their abilities but educate the world on what being an Alpha Human means, began building a program that allowed people all over the world, humans and Alpha Humans alike, to learn about the Alpha Humans and seek guidance on how to deal with either being or living with someone possessing Alpha Human powers. They named the program after the mansion they lived in before the Windham Events, calling it the Safe Haven Program. Shane McMahon, Stephanie McMahon, and Paul "Triple H" Levesque, now the co-owners of both the WWE and the Safe Haven Program, made their newly renovated mansion on an island near New York City into both the main Safe Haven facility and a school for Alpha Human children with the support of the US Government and the President of the United States himself, and designated several of their WWE Superstars to act as part-time ambassadors of the program in their home countries where facilities were created. Safe Haven facilities were built up and supported in many different countries such as Canada and Mexico, England, Ireland, Germany, Italy, Japan, India and Australia, all of which were offered support and security from each of their government organizations in addition to the support from the McMahons.
It was a usually busy day for General Franklin Zodrick as the military spokesperson for the US government's involvement in the Safe Haven Project, his mission for him being to spread Alpha Human awareness amongst the US armed forces. That day, Zodrick had traveled with his security team to Arizona to speak at the army base there and had finally arrived. His team and he were humbly and respectfully greeted by several officers before being approached by a female officer.
"Sir," She said. "I am Lieutenant Colonel Ronda Rousey and on behalf of the Department of the Army, I would like to welcome you to Fort Huachuca, Sir." The woman known as Ronda Rousey saluted the General after repeating the greeting that the other officers gave him.
"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel." Zodrick said to her. "Walk with me." Ronda nodded.
"Yes sir." She said before following him down the long hallway of the building. As they walked, Zodrick spoke.
"I've read about you, Rousey." He said. "You are quite the soldier. Olympic silver medalist at 16, enlisted in the army at 19, made Lieutenant Colonel at 29." Zodrick then laughed. "Some probably think you're an Alpha Human after all that." Ronda gave the man a small laugh.
"I'm no Alpha Human, Sir." She said to him. "All that's just good old hard work." Zodrick nodded.
"Well, color me impressed." He said.
"Thank you for your accolades, Sir." Ronda responded. Zodrick then stopped in his tracks, causing everyone else to follow suit.
"No need to thank me just yet, Rousey." He said. "I'm not just here to speak with your soldiers about Alpha Humans. I'm here to offer you a place next to me in a project the President plans to launch." Ronda blinked at Zodrick's revelation.
"Sir?" She said to him, both shocked and skeptical.
"I can't disclose the details as of yet because I haven't pitched it to the President yet and we are still ironing out the sheets." Zodrick replied. "However, it basically is a supplementary assistance program for the current one the McMahons have in place with the President. It allows him to contact them if he needs immediate assistance with a dire situation. Our program would be the first responders in a way. It would have him contact our team first." Ronda nodded as she absorbed the information she received from Zodrick.
"You can count on me, General." She responded enthusiastically. Zodrick laughed.
"I appreciate your eagerness to please, Lieutenant Colonel." He said. "But I need you to think it over. You'll be taking on a bit more responsibility if you accept."
"Yes sir."
"We'll be in touch. See you at the summit, Rousey." With that, Zodrick and his security team left for the waiting room, leaving Ronda in the hallway to think about what she had been told. Being careful not to spend too much time ruminating, she collected her thoughts and went to continue her daily duties.
A massive, heavily secured room was full of workers at computer stations surveying what appeared to be communication satellites orbiting the earth above the Americas. In a glass room above the stations, an older man sat at a computer typing something when one of the workers knocked on his door.
"Come in." The man said. The door opened to reveal a younger man holding a folder.
"Here's the checklist for Satellite Gamma that you asked for, Mister Baxter." He said as he handed Baxter the folder.
"Thanks, Michael." Baxter replied. Michael turned to head out of the office but stopped and turned back around to face the other man.
"Uh, Cynthia also said she needed to see you about something. She said one of the main satellites is down again but she can't get it to reboot itself." Baxter's eyes widened as he stood up from his seat and pulled his key card out of the computer.
"Another one?" Baxter said with slight agitation. Michael stepped aside to let his boss through and closed the door to his office. Baxter walked down the aisle of stations and turned down one to approach Cynthia, a brunette woman with glasses, sitting at her station typing away at her computer. She turned after she felt the man behind her.
"Sorry to bother you, Baxter." Cynthia said to the man.
"No worries." Baxter replied. "Is it Epsilon again?"
"Actually no. That's why I called you down here." Cynthia began typing. "Theta is down this time."
"Theta? That's the President's connector. Get it back up and running."
"I've been trying, but I don't think it's a technical error." Cynthia proceeded to pull up what appeared to be a sonar chart. "This was around twenty minutes ago. The signal from Theta was abruptly interrupted and then Theta shut off altogether. I haven't been able to reach it from here at all. I tried everything I knew to do." She then pulled up another image. "Then I noticed near the twenty-one-minute mark that there was a large electromagnetic pulse near the satellite. It only lasted about a second which is why I missed it the first time I looked." Baxter cursed to himself.
"That means something's wrong with the satellite itself." He said.
"From the looks of it, something hit it." Cynthia responded. "Whatever the case, we can't fix it remotely from here until whatever broke up there is repaired." Baxter shook his head.
"He's not gonna wanna hear that." He said, referring to the President.
"I won't be the one to break the news to him, but you know he'll be calling any minute now wondering why God's Eye is gone."
"I know. Keep an eye on Theta for me, Cyn, and let me know if anything changes. I'll call the President so that a repair team can be dispatched asap." Cynthia nodded and turned around in her seat.
"You got it!" She replied. Baxter went back into his office to contact the President. He dialed a number on a heavy black phone and picked up the receiver. It rung once.
"Baxter." It was the President. "I was just about to contact you. I lost God's Eye about a half hour ago and it isn't back up yet. Is everything alright?"
"Actually, Mister President." Baxter began. "That's why I dialed you in. There seems to be something physically wrong with Satellite Theta. Something collided with it and damaged some parts. We won't be able to get it back online until we have it looked at and repaired." The President sighed.
"I knew it was only a matter of time." He said. "I will make sure to have a team out there within forty-eight hours."
"Alright, Sir. We will keep you informed if the status on Theta or any other satellite changes."
"Thank you, Baxter." The President replied before ending the call. He opened his drawer, pulled out a folder, and removed a piece of paper. He then dialed the number on it.
"We're going to need the repair team up to Theta." He said to the person on the other line. "It needs to be operational as soon as possible so I have connections with each Alpha Human facility. I'll make sure you have all that you need… Alright… Make it happen." The President ended his call and carefully placed the receiver back on its base. He adjusted his blazer and stood up out of his chair to step out of his office and face the remainder of his day.
The world seemed to finally be working towards accepting each other's differences and living in harmony. A sight that many had hoped of, many of those whom had come before them worked hard for, and some had only dreamed of.