'Working on it. {....} Here we go.'

{long pause} {tears welling in eyes} 'Sir you ... you need to see this.'

{he approaches, peers over the lieutenant's shoulder} 'The house it ... it fought back ... until the very end. As they breached the exterior perimeter, it flooded the gaps with first-response sentries. Wave after wave, trying to anticipate the failures, responding to the changing patterns of attack.'

{pointing toward trace of light on screen} 'This follows the general path of the assault. As the sentries were exhausted, the AIcore sought to adapt its techniques, push back against the incursion. The lawn -- on the fly, it formulated a volatile chemical response specifically engineered to the particular strain of ursine CROSSrna -- it created this whole-cloth in a matter of seconds, with no existing chemical template. The lawn was flooded with the mixture -- see here {pointing} and here {pointing}, where the signatures diminish. It took down scores of them.'

"Then what happened?"

'The sheer number ... it was too much. Here, at sequence t+150 {adjusting parameter on screen}, they reach the physical walls of the interior compound. But still ... it fought on. Notice the power spike in the ablative surface; the augmentation to the shielding. The modulation ... as their infiltration tech would create an opening in the cybersec armor, it would adjust the parameters, draw power from non-essential systems, redouble the field strength; each inch ceded a battle; each system breached a bloody circuit slog ...'

"What's this? With the red x?" {gesturing toward the screen}

'Here, they actually entered the house. They ...' {voice thick with emotion; halting; catching} 'they managed to enter the spiritcore. But it resisted. It was cannibalizing nonessential portions of the mainframe -- look at adjuncts 12 and 24. It literally tore itself apart to try to stem the assault. Here, at index 200 {circular gesture, dialing in screen} -- again, heavy losses inflicted within the main hall breach. But in the end .... {trailing off}'

"I've heard enough. Get the strike force on the line, now."

'*The* strike force, sir?'

"Yes Mr. Thomson. LSF 1st."

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