The great oak desk in the oval office, his office Richard thought, was filled with all kinds of important letters, reports and memos. Of course they were important, he was Richard Person, President of the United States of America, after all, yet none of them was as important as this, few as uninformative as this. In his hands he held the full report concerning the so-called activities that happened two days ago. Magic was a better word, though no one dared use that word. They were smart, rational people after all, and smart, rational people didn't believe in magic, did they. Well, they would.

Two days ago people all around the world had started casting magic, almost in unison. The reports from Europe came a few minutes earlier than the ones in Hawaii, yet no one could tell where it all started. The popular theory was that aliens or something else had done this to us. The popular one, there was no scientific one, at least none coherent enough to be mentioned in this report. Maybe the Russians had one, they had always been good at keeping secret, but he doubted it. He also doubted the alien theory, if they had, we would be the one to know after all.

As he looked down at the paper again, searching for anything he missed, but there was nothing there. Both males and females had casted, though it seemed that the females had done less damage, and were less likely to be spotted doing whatever it was they had been doing. The report told of killings, damage to property, savings and several other things too. The FBI had captured one magician, only one. He had been helpful to them, telling them everything he knew. It was not much though, mostly about how great if felt, how he used one or several of the four elements, there was no better word, to create the magic results. He said it was like weaving threads into a final weave. He stated something about how he so far only had managed to do basic stuff, like a small grey mat, yet one day he would manage to do something greater. The man seemed obsessed by the term weaving, but it didn't matter, that word was as good as the next one. Too bad the scientist had suggested doing an autopsy on the man while he had overheard it; six guards had been killed when he escaped. They said the bullets didn't harm him, and the guarding of that place was quite lax besides. He had also told them about how he felt when he was "connected to the source" to quote his exact words. Something about being double alive, how he feel almost everything twice as clearly and so on. Holding on to magic was like a fight he told them. He constantly fought to control it, to make it do what he wanted. The rest of the report was a big "We don't know" formulated by standard political words. Inconvenient, but he had always been good at reading between the lines, one of his main tools from a metalworkers son to the man he was now. But damn the FBI for only taking one for study. He was sure the CIA could have done it better, but their jurisdiction was foreign "relations", and the FBI had always been angry when the CIA took part in any internal problems. A pity.

He didn't know what to do. It had always been so easy before, political manuveurings with the Russians, Chinese and EU had been important and hard work of course, yet that field had rules which they all know and mostly respected. Now the field had a new player who could not be seen, didn't follow the rules, and no one knew even what he was. Yet this player was not just one player, he was a living entity who could be made to take one side, or all sides. There was enough of him for every one of the great nations to take hold of. He had to move fast.

"Send for senator Sumpner and general Callaghan. I wish to meet them immediately." he said while holding down the send button of the intercom. It was said that the only working part of the government offices was the White House, and when he wanted something it worked even better. Once when he asked for a new wake-up clock it had came within a little less than two hours. He didn't have time to think at anything more before the intercom beeped and his assistants voice said "Mr. Sumpner is in the capitol right now, and will come at once, but general Callaghan is at inspecting Fernhaust Base in Alabama. Shall I message your order to him?" . He replied that of course he wanted to meet him, why else would he have called for him. His voice was a bit irritated as he said that to her, but all of his assistants should learn that when he said he wanted something, he meant it. Besides, this was important. The man should be here within an hour or two anyway. Senator Sumpner could wait, he was only important as the senate always wanted to keep an eye on military operations. This one would be a must for them to keep an eye one, or so they thought.

He tried to keep himself occupied those two hours by going trough the other reports he had before him, but his mind always wandered back to the great report, which in all it's flaws and lack of conclusions was the only thing he had. Senator Sumpner was told to wait outside until general Callaghan arrived.

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