The Reappearance

1. Global Disaster

Washington D.C. - The White House. 

July 23, 2019

It was early in the morning, the sun has just begun to cast its golden glow over the nation's serene capital when President James Riles entered the Oval Office. Fresh coffee in hand, he settled behind his desk; arranging today's paperwork. Stacks of briefings awaited him, but he relished these quiet moments of the still sleeping city before the whirlwind of meetings and decisions consumed his day.A soft knock interrupted his morning mindfulness. His chief of staff, Karen Phillips, peeked in. "Good morning, Mr. President. Do you have a moment?""Of course, Karen. What's on the agenda?""Just the usual briefings, sir. But there's an unusual weather report from NOAA you might want to look at."He raised an eyebrow. "Weather? Is there a hurricane brewing we didn't anticipate?""Not exactly, but they mentioned some anomalies over the Pacific. Thought it might be worth your time.""Alright, bring it in after the intelligence briefing.""Will do, sir," Karen nodded, slipping out as quietly as she had entered.

———

National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) – Silver Spring, Maryland

Dr. Emily Foster stared intently at the data displayed across her monitor. Around her, the operations center is buzzing with activity, with everyone frantically trying to get from point A to B trying to figure out how a storm this big is even possible. An immense amount of pressure and tension hung in the air. 

Her colleague, Dr. Michael Chen, approached her station. "Emily, are you seeing this?" She nodded without looking up. "The readings are off the charts. Sea surface temperatures, atmospheric pressure—none of it makes sense." "Satellite imagery shows a massive storm system developing over the Pacific, but it appeared out of nowhere," Michael said, his voice tinged with disbelief."Spontaneous generation of a storm this size is impossible," Emily murmured. "We need to inform the National Weather Service and the White House."                         "I agree. I'll draft a report immediately."

———

Los Angeles, California

In the bustling downtown area, as citizens navigated through the morning traffic. Their radios crackled with the latest updates.

Breaking news: Meteorologists are puzzled by a rapidly forming storm system over the Pacific Ocean. Residents are advised to stay tuned for further updates.

Naturally, citizens questioned the legitimacy of the of the news as there were no reports the day before suggesting the build up of any sort of storm. Other questioned how storms can form so fast that it confuses the meteorologists.

———

USS Theodore Roosevelt – Pacific Ocean

Captain William Hayes stood on the bridge of the aircraft carrier, gazing out at the seemingly endless expanse of water. The morning had been uneventful until now."Sir, we're receiving unusual weather updates," reported Lieutenant Samantha Ortiz from the communications station."Unusual how?" Captain Hayes asked, turning to face her."Satellite data indicates a storm forming directly ahead, but there were no prior warnings or indicators.""That can't be right. Check the instruments.""Already did, sir. Everything's functioning properly."He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Alright, inform all ships in the strike group to prepare for adverse weather conditions. Let's monitor this closely."

———

White House Situation Room

President Riles entered the room, greeted by the faces of his top advisors, military officials, and scientific experts displayed on large screens.
"Alright, what's so urgent that it couldn't wait?" he asked, taking his seat.Karen Phillips spoke first. "Sir, Dr. Emily Foster from NOAA will brief us on an emerging situation."Dr. Foster's image appeared on the central screen. "Mr. President, thank you for your time.""Go ahead, Doctor.""Sir, we have detected a massive storm system developing over the central Pacific Ocean. What makes this unusual is that it formed in less than an hour without any of the typical precursors."President Riles leaned forward. "Is this storm a threat to us?""At its current rate of development, it could become one of the most powerful storms on record. Our models can't predict its path because it's not following any known patterns."General Anthony Caldwell interjected. "Mr. President, our Pacific Fleet is in that area. We should consider repositioning our assets.""Agreed," the President said. "Doctor, what else can you tell us?"Dr. Foster hesitated. "Sir, there's more. We're detecting electromagnetic disturbances in and around the storm. Communications and satellite feeds are experiencing intermittent disruptions.""Is this some kind of solar activity?" Karen asked."No, ma'am. Solar activity is normal. We suspect the storm itself is generating these disturbances, but we don't know how."The President exchanged glances with his advisors. "Keep us updated, Doctor. General Caldwell, coordinate with the Navy and ensure the safety of our personnel.""Yes, sir."