Challenge #01870-E046: Top Secret Womens' Business
"Prime Minister, we have little time. We must awaken Atlantis..." the tall dark-skinned woman said, crisp business suit and dark glasses lending an air of authority that even the PM felt humbled by.
"Atlantis? Like the myth of the wondrous Greek city that sunk into the sea?"
"Greek? Sank? Mere misdirecting fiction," she replied. "ATLANTIS as in the Advanced Terran Laser And Nuclear Threat Incapacitation System."
"The what? Is ... is this... thing... in Australia?"
"No, Prime Minister. It is Australia. I'll explain on the way. I need to get you to the command center immediately."
"Where's that?"
She removed her sunglasses, revealing eyes surrounded by the distinct dotted facepaint of the continent's indigenous people, and gave the PM a smirk. "Where do you think? For many years you called it Ayers Rock. To us, it's always been Uluru." -- Anon Guest
The whitefella allegedly in charge of the country boggled at her and said, "What?"
It really was difficult for Tenamujai to keep a straight face. "There's no time to stand around and explain. Alien threat. Minutes to contact. We have to act fast if we want to win."
"What aliens?"
Tenamujai sighed and brought out some technology that the world wasn't ready to know about yet. It was an emergency, after all. "This is footage from the remote observation post at Umbriel Base. You can see Jupiter in the lower left of the screen." She lured him along with it. News like a big fucking alien warship tends to hypnotise, after all.
"The fuck is this?" he boggled. "The fuck is that?"
Another sigh. "This has been secret womens' business for millennia for this exact reason. You men can't keep your heads. But... your the leader and this is an emergency situation. Please do not let this turn out like last time?"
"Last time? There was a last time?"
"The Japanese attempted to nuke Sydney Harbour, sir."
"What? I never heard of that."
"I see you've grasped the meaning of 'secret', sir. The Prime Minister at the time attempted to go public with our information and... we had to happen to him, sir."
"Who the fuck was the PM when that happened?"
Tenamujai barely turned a hair as she strapped the alleged leader into the rapid transit system in the secret travel network. "That would be Harold Holt, sir."
He went even whiter. "I promise I will never breathe a word about this to any one or any thing."
Oh good. They could learn, after all.
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