A sweeping view of Earth gives way to the busy Oval Office.

  An advisor announces, “Mr. President, T-minus 5 minutes until impact.”

  Fixing his gaze on the horizon, the President asks, “Have we exhausted every countermeasure?”

  The advisor replies grimly, “Yes, sir—we’ve deployed every defense. Our Military & Setai teams have done all they can, yet the asteroid remains nearly invincible.”

  A heavy pause follows before the advisor adds, “Sir, we have another update from Kuroda.”

  The President’s expression hardens. “Kuroda again? I’ve made it clear: we will not sacrifice human lives for his whims. I at least want to make one correct choice as president!”

  He sms his fist onto the desk.

  Before the advisor can press further, a robotic voice suddenly booms over the intercom:

  “Operation Oval deactivating. Threat level decreased 76%.”

  The advisor’s tone shifts as he continues, “Sir, our sensors now show that the asteroid has been neutralized. But our data from Japanese air space indicates something else is happening—an interceptor appears to have diverted it.”

  The President narrows his eyes. He snaps, “Get Japan on the phone, now.”

  The President picks up the receiver and commands, “Prime Minister, tell me—what did you JUST unch?”

  (A heavy pause.)

  His tone hardens further: “What do you mean, you unched nothing?”

  (Another pause.)

  “If you don’t know what THAT is, then our problems aren’t over.”

  (A final pause.)

  He takes a deep exhale. He turns sharply to his advisor, “Is it nding here?”

  The advisor gulps.

  “Damnit Samberg, I said IS THAT INTERCEPTOR COMING OUR WAY?!”

  The advisor swallows hard again. “Y-Y-Yes, sir—it looks like it'll nd in New York City in T-Minus 2 minutes.”

  The President exhales sharply. “New York’s armored shelters might hold it, but I’d rather not test their warranty. Arrange a super chopper and assemble Kuroda and a combat specialist—We’re heading out.”

  With a final, forceful sm of the phone, he storms out of the Oval Office.

  Unbeknownst to the nation, the mysterious interceptor isn’t a conventional weapon at all—it’s a man, who deflected the asteroid bare handed, now hurtling toward New York City as an uncontrolled, enigmatic force.