Three

The fortress was forty-five stories of reinforced titanium with an exterior decorated in multiple defense systems. Most of the rooms were filled with computers for operating the defenses and contacting the rest of the Fuel Empire. Others were armories and labs for testing new weapon prototypes.

While searching for the SAM sites, DM1 found the command room, which was empty since everyone, was trying to defend the fortress.

"Baton, come over here, I think I found their command room," DM1 said.

"You're right, you did. What do want to do?" Baton asked.

"Keep searching for those SAMs, I'm going to download all of the data on the mainframe to see what they have been up to," DM1 answered.

"Right, let me know when you're done with that," Baton told DM1 before leaving.

DM1 began downloading all of the files on the mainframe to the PSF Nighthawk for further analysis of the files.

"Command, this is Overlord. I've found Fuel's mainframe and am downloading all of the files to you now," DM1 informed.

"Roger that Overlord. Once the download is complete we'll send this to Papa Mike Hotel for detailed analysis," Command replied.

"Negative Command, do not send this to HQ. Have our analyzers on Nighthawk go over it and report your findings to me," DM1 commanded.

"Understood Overlord, once you're done with that continue on with the current objective. Command out."

While downloading the files, DM1 glanced at a few of the file names to see if there was anything he should take a closer look at. After a minute, all he found were just blueprints to old weapons and plans for invading numerous planets. Then he finally found something interesting; new weapon designs that were saved to Fuel's personal server.

"Whatever this is he obviously wanted to keep this quiet," DM1 said to himself. "Command, I have some files on Fuel's personal server. I want a report on these files waiting for me when I board Nighthawk. All F.E.M. files are restricted to authorized personnel only, Overlord out."