In the United States, in a small room in a building in the shape of a pentagon. "Can someone tell me why we have lost contact with the ENTIRE EAST COAST?!" "The east coast?! What about Alaska?! I want the entire fleet on standby until we reestablish comms! Russia might finally be making its move!" "Are you insane?! Who do you think you are to give that order?!". Until suddenly, "Commander and Chief!" and the whole room went silent. "Can someone tell me why we don't know the status of 119 MILLION citizens?!" None could answer as there was no answer.
The President scanned the room, staring down each intelligence officer and general until finally. "Sir, please allow me." The President's face quickly turned to the right as did everyone else's. A woman with short pitch-black hair stepped forward. "And who might you be?" The President asked as he squinted his eyes, not recognizing the face he was seeing. "Apologies, sir, I am Rebecca Langstrom from the NSA.".The President's head once again turned this time towards the director of the NSA, and once again, everyone else's head followed, and suddenly the director felt sweat beginning to form on his brow. "Apologies Mr.President, I am unfamiliar with this agent or what she is doing here, I'll have her removed immediately." As he quickly nodded to a guard standing near the door. Just as the guard was about to grab her, though, the President raised his hand to stop him.
"You have the floor, Rebecca. I hope you have a satisfactory explanation." The President spoke while squinting his eyes. By all means, he should know the face and name of everyone in the room. Yet he could not connect either to any he had seen on any document or heard by mouth. Rebecca's voice quickly filled the growing silence. "I do have an explanation Mr.President, but whether or not you will be satisfied with it, I do not know." The President quickly snapped back, "Enough! Get to the point, or I will have you thrown out!".
"Apologies, Mr.President, for the sake of continuity, I must ask. Do you know of project Overwrite?". "No. Explain.", the President quickly responded. "Of course sir, Project Overwrite Initially began in the 1970s at a well-known base referred to by the public as Area 51." The President's face grew dark as he turned his head towards his chief intelligence officer from the CIA. "I was assured that Area 51 was just a prototype airforce base." Rebecca cut the President off from speaking further though, "Sir, I'm sorry, but there is no time for all the explanations, please allow me to continue.". The President's face grew even darker as he nodded his head for her to continue.
"As we speak, we are on the brink of a catastrophic event the likes of which we have never seen before. The most probable theory our scientists have been working on is that we are about to collide with a planet on another dimensional plane, but as I said, this is merely a theory. In reality, we aren't sure of anything at this point.". The President's face immediately fell as she finished speaking, "So, what does this mean, exactly? An entire planet? Are there any chances of survival at all?".
Rebecca's face seemed to be taken aback by the question; she wasn't sure how to answer, " When I say collide, sir, it is not in the typical sense. From what I could gather before we lost contact with the director of project Overwrite, Was that the collision would happen as more of a shift as the planet will enter our reality overlapping a portion of our world. This portion of the planet will face certain destruction.". The President collapsed into a chair before resting his face in his hands deep in thought. "Has it begun then?" the President asked, waiting for the response with bated breath. "I'm honestly not certain, sir, unfortunately, I had been qualified to know about project Overwrite recently.". The President's eyes widened as she said this, "Yes, speaking of which why was I-.." He was cut off by tremendous shaking as the room broke into chaos as Secret Service agents tackled the President intending to act as human shields against any falling debris, while everyone else was trying to find any cover they could.
Moscow Kremlin
"What is so important it could not wait till morning Alexander?", The President of Russia asked the head of the FSB. "Apologies, Sir, we have received reports that US leadership has gone dark. From Alaska to the US's eastern seaboard, there is a complete communications blackout. We have yet to determine the source, but there are also reports of catastrophic earthquakes visible from our satellites in orbit. We don't know what is happening, but our scientists tell us with this large of a change in the geology of the earth it is only a matter of time before something similar happens to us or we are caught in the aftershocks, either way, Russia is in great potential danger." The President stopped, trying to digest all the information he was just given.
Before he could even open his mouth to respond, he and everyone around him exploded into piles of bloody pulp. "Are we sure this isn't a trap? That man was supposed to be the leader of an empire, right? Why were his guards so weak?" A deep voice echoed down the now empty hallways. " Stop asking so many stupid questions; the blood does not lie that was our target. Thank Higula, it was this easy, and let's go." A high pitched female voice responded. "Hmpf fine then." The deep voice replied.
Beijing China
"We stand outside the Great Hall of the People, we do not yet know what is happening, but the Great Hall is in flames, and explosions continue to sound from inside the building. The military has already entered the Great Hall to try and secure the President and members of the cabinet. We have yet to hea-." The woman's voice ended abruptly as a massive explosion occurred behind her, causing her to be hit by an enormous piece of debris and die immediately. The camera fell to the side as screaming poured in from the background. Just before the broadcast cut out, one could only see the once Great Hall in flames and several silhouettes made of fire themselves darting and moving unnaturally.