Discovery

The shells have stopped falling and the birds are chirping again. We're safe for now. It seems most everyone has survived, although our highest ranking officials are still nowhere to be found. That's alright because we finally found a spare to the lock on the armory. Rearmed and reinvigorated, we're working around the clock to refurbish the place and make it an impenetrable citadel of stubborn resistance while still meeting our production quotas. Our investors would thank us if we had any.

We are thankful for the temporary reprieve but our troubles have only just begun. Extensive reconnaissance has finally revealed the face of our enemy. Despite initial estimates of no less than two dozen cyber ninjas and at least three psychic mutants from the X-Men universe, it turns out that there are only four of them.

That's right. The members of the rock band, The Killers, are as skilled at their namesake as they are at making insanely good music. John reports that he saw Brandon Flowers rip an editing temp in half. Sheer terror had, at the time, convinced him that the rampaging rock vocalist was actually some kind of large, flightless, attack bird. Other reports of Dave Keuning wielding a flaming skull are prolific but we've yet to figure out which member was driving the tank.

Believe us when we say, we don't know what it is we've done to anger this group. Though their music is readily enjoyed in the office, our crimes must have been great to warrant such an attack. More information will be forthcoming. Right now we've got an effigy to burn and several pigs to sacrifice. Perhaps this will appease them.