"So, you expect me to believe that you're from a mythical land, that hasn't been seen in... what, ever?"
"Not true, Atlantis left around twelve fifty BC." Pitu was having trouble convincing the leaderships of the world to believe that Atlantis was returning, and that they would have to fight. After all, it wasn't like he had just appeared in the highest security offices in the world, right?
"I'm still not buying it."
Some of the leaders had been more willing than others, for example, India, which were more inclined to believe such things due to the large Hindu populations who believed in the writings of the Bhagavad Gita. The President of the United States on the other hand, was giving Pitu an even worse migraine than usual. Britain's Prime Minister hadn't been much better.
"Do you really think I'd be standing here in this tunic if I didn't KNOW what I was saying was true? And on that note, the fact that I got in here past several hundred heavily armed special service operatives, and not get picked up on any of the security cameras comes to mind."
"Ok, I suppose that lends you some credibility, but I'm still not one-hundred percent on board. Prove me wrong."
"Ok, that I can do."
Pitu reached out with his mind, feeling for the Bond.
The President couldn't believe what he was seeing, the weirdo in the fancy bathrobe started to glow a soft orange, then started to freaking DISAPPEAR!
"Now do you believe me?"
The President almost jumped out of his skin. The man who had been standing in front of him was now directly behind him.
"Let me call Congress into a special session, this is a democracy, I can't do much of anything without an act of Congress. You might have to do that again to convince them."
"Mr. President, willing myself five feet is child’s play, if I have to, I can turn one of your congressmen into a squid."
"I wish I could do that..."
"It has its uses."
* * *
"CONTACT!"
Captain Kenny Girt dove behind a concrete wall as Jordanian machinegun fire spewed from at least four windows in the hotel at the end of the street. The Americans had gotten involved in the Saudi-Jordanian war when both factions attacked the American and British embassy. At first, they had sent in only two SEAL teams to recapture the embassy, but after the Saudis and Jordanians had assaulted the compound a second time, it was clear that more direct actions were in order. That was were the captain came in. he was the leader of a unit of fifteen of the most elite members of 352d Special Operations Group AFSOC, the Air Force's special operations unit. They had inserted into Jordan's capital city of Amman to take down several high level generals in the Jordanian high command. there was a similar raid in progress Riyadh, Saudi Arabia's capital. They had completed their mission and were now making their way to the extraction point.
"Jones! Where's our air cover?!" Girt yelled at his radioman over the chatter of the machineguns.
"About ten minutes out, Top!"
The unit’s air support was a squad of B-1b supersonic bombers. Kenny, his men called him "Top," had hoped for something a little more... surgical, but the A-10's and F-16's were busy with Saudi troops attacking their base in Qatar, so they were getting long range support from bombers based in Italy. They had had at least one bomber circling at high altitude over the city all day, pounding bunkers and hardpoints that threatened the comandos. at some point a carrier had been on station giving them cover with F-35s, but it had taken a hit from a Saudi cruise missile, so had been forced to port.
