I pulled out my phone and called General Gavsot.
After a few rings, he picked up. "Gavsot," he said sharply. He answered the phone like a badass FBI agent from some TV show.
"General," I said, "Gus is telling me we've been invaded while I was gone."
"That is correct," he replied. "Some kind of ancient species unearthed by the Department of Construction."
"So what's the situation?" I asked.
"They ripped us to shreds, but we are currently holding them from advancing," he reported. "But I do not expect the standoff to last," he admitted grimly.
"Where are you?" I asked. "I'd like to see for myself. And help if I can."
"Our current position is just outside the outer edge of sector 248 in the Department of Torture," Gavsot replied.
"Okay," I said. "I'll be there as soon as I can. Good luck."
I hung up, closed my eyes, and focused on teleporting to the outer edge of sector 248 in the Department of Torture. When I opened my eyes, I was still in my office.