The view from The White House is quite nice. Lots of amazing greenery, in my opinion. I turn back to work on the piles on piles of paperwork after viewing the scenery for a few minutes. Shortly after, I received a phone call. I picked it up, expecting it to be something related to political affairs.
"Mr. President, this is your secretary speaking, someone from the IIA is requesting your audience urgently. Should I put them on the line?" I ponder for a moment, debating whether or not it's another rogue asteroid that they think is a spaceship, before finally deciding to pick it up.
"Sure, put them on,"
The phone clicks, and I hear the voice of a slightly younger man.
"Mr. President, we need you here, now!"
Confused, I replied to the man, "Slow down there, who is this and what's happening?"
The voice on the other side responds, "I'm Mike Razor, from the Interstellar Intelligence Agency. As for the reason, I think it's better if you come down here yourself, Mr. President". I sigh and reply, "Fine then, I'll be there shortly".
I set down my pen and walk out the door, heading through a hallway before entering a small library. I head to a corner, before pulling on the spine of a specific red book. It stops halfway, and the book shelf it was on begins to swing open slowly, revealing an elevator. After opening the doors and stepping in, I quickly press LG. The elevator begins to lower itself, and after what feels like about a minute, the doors open with cold air flooding the elevator.
I take a look at the room, viewing the room filled with numerous mechanical instruments and holograms.
"Mr. President!" A name calls out, I look a little to the right, noticing a middle aged man waving at me.
"This way! Please hurry!"
"I'm assuming you're-"
The man interrupted, "Mike Razor, yes, anyways there's no time, quickly!"
He grabs my arm and pulls me into a room with a big screen displaying our solar system.
"Mr. President, we have picked up some strange readings near our planet".
Looking concerned, I ask "What kind of readings?"
Wearing a similar expression, he replies, "Something that appears to be distortions, or a–", suddenly, alarms start blaring and red lights begin flashing.
"Mike! What's happening!?" Everyone in the room snaps their head toward the screen.
"Dear god…" I stood there, baffled at the sight.
"Sir, there appears to be… a rift opening near our planet!"