The strong scent of coffee filled the room as Fredrick Morgan poured himself something to keep him awake. The room was occupied by a small number of fellow scientists studying charts and reviewing code. "Hmm...Franks called these people the 'best of the best' huh?" "Looks like a room full of nerds to me." He laughs to himself quietly while stirring his coffee. Suddenly General Franks appears in the door way. "Well ladies and gentlemen, what have we got?" One of the scientists stands to address the general, "Well sir, after carefully decoding the distress signal, it comes together like this: 'Infection has occurred. Planet of Hunters now under attack. Extinction is immanent. Your assistance has been requested.' He then picks up another piece of paper and hands it to General Franks, "There's more sir." Franks scans the paper closely, "What are these?" "They're plans for a ship sir" Morgan adds. "What kind of ship?" General Franks says while shuffling through the papers in his hands. "One capable of reaching your mystery planet." Morgan adds with a gulp of his coffee. General Franks scans to the bottom of the paper, "What's this symbol at the bottom?" Morgan walks over and looks at the paper, "Where not sure yet, could be some kind of signature?" Franks shakes his head, "No...I've seen this before." Franks dismisses the other scientists and tells Morgan to shut the door. He then walks over and starts typing away at his computer. "Sir what do you mean you have seen this before?" Morgan says while leaning on the edge of the general's desk. Franks opens a file on his computer labeled 'Cold Dawn'. "Two years ago there was a disaster in Antarctica that no one could figure out." "Alexa Woods was the only survivor of a group that also included Charles Bishop Weyland." "When they found her she was pretty shaken up, talking about some kind of battle." "Everyone thought she was nuts so they put her in Northview Institution in upstate New York." "So what does she have to do with that symbol sir?" Morgan adds while looking at the monitor. Franks points to a picture on the screen, "Because she has it burned on her face." Morgan takes a closer look while Franks gets up and puts on his jacket, "Maybe she can help us?" Morgan looks at him with a sarcastic look on his face, "But what if she won't?" Franks smiles back at him with a cocky grin, "I guess she has no choice."