"Anderson Streicher?"
"What are you doing here? Has the United States' Network Firewall gotten that bad?"
"Maybe Anderson Streicher has been corrupted by an Evil God. Everyone, fall back."
"Cut the signal."
"Don't rush. Let the leaders go first."
"..."
Anderson Streicher's sudden appearance drained the color from many faces. Security personnel immediately escorted the national leaders out in an orderly fashion.
After several invasions by Cthulhu Evil Gods, these people were already on edge. Anything strange made them suspect a connection to those gods.
Someone switched off the projector. Strangely, even with the projector off and its power cut, Anderson Streicher still appeared through it in the conference room.
At that sight, the national leaders walked faster.
Several past incidents had shown that corruption from Cthulhu Evil Gods could not spread through electronic signals. But what if this time was different?
Just as the leaders were about to leave under their security teams' protection, Anderson Streicher spoke.
"Everyone, please wait!"
"I haven't been corrupted by a Cthulhu Evil God, as you seem to think. I'm only here to tell you that the Five Nordic Countries will deal with the Evil God on the New Continent. But the benefits we agreed to divide before must be redistributed."
The national leaders left the conference room without stopping. Some people stayed because of what Anderson Streicher had said, however. They were diplomats.
It was dangerous, but they chose to face the distinctly unsettling Icelandic president.
The Egyptian diplomat looked at Anderson Streicher, whose image remained projected despite the power being cut, and asked, "President Anderson Streicher, did you just say the Five Nordic Countries would handle the Evil God on the New Continent?"
"That's right."
The diplomats exchanged glances. This was Ubbo-Sathla, an Outer God of the Cthulhu Mythos, an Evil God