"So he's still in his first term?
I do know about Barack Obama is. I mean, I even met the guy once. It's just I have no general timeframe of which I am in." The Moderator smiled. Holy crap it was good to see a friendly person.
Good times...
It had been a stormy day, and President Barack Obama returned to the oval office to deal with some late night Presidential issues, phone calls with other countries. Just as he sat down in the chair, and reached for the phone, A sound unlike any he had heard reached his ears and there was a new person in the room. He wasn't any of the Secret Service.
He was an intruder. He slowly reached for the button under the desk.
"Mr President, I have already.. Disabled that alarm system. No I am not here to assassinate you. I merely wish to... Talk.
"The USA does not negotiate with terro-"
"Oh please, don't give me that 'terrorist' horseshit, excuse my French. I have personal issue with one of your organisations, namely the CIA...
The President looked at him, interested.
"go on then..."
"Now, I know you're aware of Operation Crimson Spear conducted in the 70's, No don't act all surprised. I was pulled there for whatever BS cosmic reasons. Don't believe me? Open up the file."
Obama reached for the folder in the locked drawer. He pulled out a NATO-stamped file that says CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET. Inside was perhaps one of the greatest society-shattering piece of information.
"1973, Europe. a UFO is intercepted and shot down by prototype stealth fighters, and a multinational team of soldiers is sent in with state-of-the-art gear to bring in real, live aliens.Few copies exist of the team photo, but if you look at it, there I am."
Obama was worried about this... person. He looked down at the photo in his hand, and then back at the intruder. Same person.
"How did you..."
"Do you trust me now? The moderator asked.
"not as far as I can throw you." Obama replied, steel in his voice.
"good, good. I need CIA Black division's funding reduced drastically."
And why would you want the sole thing keeping us technologically updated, with promises of things that will keep us stable for the next hundred years? Not negotiable."
"Tell me, what have they promised you? I mean them working with DARPA. What technological devices will give them that advantage?"
"That is classified."
"How about powered armor? Plasma guns? Railguns, Bipedal Mechs that will obsolete most tanks, laser cannons for fighter use? Optical stealth like the one I used to get in here, that kind of stuff?"
Obama looked at this intruder like he was a mind-reader.
"They're going to get it all from one source... Me. I have all of this tech, and Black Division's sole purpose is to capture me and pedal this stuff to the military. With that kinda stuff in the USA's grasp, you could take over the world. I wouldn't like that to happen. So you'll reduce funding."
"I'll think about it."
Never did see a funding decrease.