Monday 1st March
As Paris was burning the French government met on the outskirts of Paris at unused offices at Charles De Gaulle airport.
The French President was distressed as he heard his city had been devastated. Senior cabinet members sat alongside him. Security had been enhanced and there where three times as many bodyguards nearby.
The President, Nicholas Hozay look to the room eager for answers "Who did this?"
No one said anything. The President looked to the head of French Intelligence.
"Do we know anything?"
The head of intelligence, Rene Zolas, sat in his chair and shook his head "No idea. This wasn't expected."
However not everyone agreed.
A lone voice spoke "Their is a possibility we know. But we have to be careful who we disclose this to."
President Hozay was hungry for answers and he angrily said "Well speak up."
The lone voice "For years we have heard rumours of a secret group. No one knew anything. But their was evidence of their growing power and pulling levers behind the scenes. We call them the Brethren although they sometimes go by a company name. They are always shifting and keeping one step ahead."
President Hozay said "Never heard of them. Can we do anything?"
Lone voice "We are stretched. Their was a lot of police killed in the third strike. Our emergency services are stretched and we have no more resources. Other regions are offering assistance but they won't be ready for a couple of hours."
President Hozay was insistent as he got up to go to other meetings "Get on this as quickly as possible."
The lone voice, Minister Jaro, left with half a dozen security cars following him as he was driven to the Interior Ministry.