by Luke Romyn
"Yes sir."
"Then I guess we have to do it." He swiftly signed off on the orders and placed them in a manila folder, passing it to one of his aides who rushed from the Oval Office. "What else do we need to cover before I can go and have my breakfast?"
The advisor looked through his dossier. "The recent research involved with this event has allowed our scientists to unlock some clues involving the Australian's craft, and its ability to travel backward through time."
The President stared at his advisor oddly before nodding once, and then picking up his newspaper. "Get our people to look into it." The advisor smiled slightly and moved from the room.
The President lowered his newspaper, staring at the now closed door through which his advisor had just departed. For a moment, just a moment, the President had thought his advisor's eyes had swirled with an ebony mist.
He shook the thought away, and picked up his newspaper once more.