Date: October 28th, 2019.
Location: Hong Kong's Shatter-Dome, Headquarters of the P.P.D.C.
Time: 07:04.
The P.P.D.C. Marshall, Stacker Pentecost, angrily paced around the LOCCENT Mission Control room, angrily muttering frustrated curses to himself, his colleagues sitting quietly and watching. The Marshall's arms were folded across his chest, his face showing frustration and worry. He was British, and now his homeland was far closer to the Kaiju threat than ever before. It was driving him insane with rage.
"Dammit!" he angrily stated. "These things have are going to start popping up somewhere else now? And it's too goddamn far away for us to efficiently respond effectively…"
One of his colleagues, Dr. Someone Something, dared to risk annoying him by making an inquiry.
"Sir, I think it'd be a good idea if we sent some of our Jaegers to it now for a pre-emptive strike. Also, we may want to consult the United Nations once more about your plan of attempting to assault the breach, or now the breaches. If we can destroy at least one of them, we'd be stopping a great deal of-"
"I've already consulted on them on this!" Stacker interrupted. "The majority of them have refused me again, saying that all we can work with now is what we have, and anyone who offers to join up with us…"
One of the men manning the satellite observing the Atlantic breach suddenly spoke up.
"Sir! A Kaiju is emerging from the breach! Size and toxicity indicates as a Category 3!"
Pentecost's fists clenched in anger at this new news. He couldn't formulate an effective plan yet. The best had emerged too far away for them to make effective response time for them to stop any major death or destruction.