Chapter 10: Dull it is to Pause

August 29, 2017

Ashford Academy

So…the latest big story.

The Japan Liberation Front was nearly wiped out, in turn, the Britannian Colonial Military strength in Japan has been reduced to a mere 20%. 50% if Cornelia were to integrate Honorary Britannians but she isn't taking kind to my idea. Now, I've been sending her spam just to get her to submit. By day's end, she will give up…maybe…kinda…pfft, not really.

"That's not going to work David, so you might as well give up." Gwen advised, writing down my notes.

I admitted, "Oh I know. I just think it's funny."

I could just see her roll her eyes at that, a smile on her face. Though, I sent her a email myself: What do you think about integrating Honorary Britannians into the formation. It'll help with the severe shortage of Colonial Troops.

She replied back a few minutes later: True but the problem is their training. Admittedly, they aren't up to date with our formations.

I frowned. Really? They seem to do fine with me as their leader.

I heard her giggle. That's because they think you're a highly influential figure and want to prove that they can be useful too and heavily stick to dogma.

I slammed my head on the desk. Shit fuck. Whelp, I'll just steal one of your training regimes. Get them into shape. After all, Naturalized Soldiers are always better than Colonial Soldiers in the long term at least. Wait a minute…I'm cleaning up after the government! I hate the fucking government! Fuck! …Why can't things go back to the good ole' days?

She patted my back. We'll get there, we'll get there. LOL. XD.

I slammed my head on the desk a few more times for good measure.

BTW. You mentioned that you took some scientist and personal in for interrogation for human experimentation. I mean, Cornelia gave you a blank cheque on that but…where are they?

I replied: I found a place. Anyways, I'll start torturing them after skewl. I'll get them talking.

I looked at Gwen, a serious look on her face. A grim disappointment. Uh oh. She warned, "Don't go too far David. Like it or not, your investigation shed some light on this project and if the people were to get wind of this-"

I interrupted, "I know. A whole lot of dead kids in the streets. That's the last thing I want."

Gwen nodded. "As long as we're on the same page."

"Yeah. This time, I won't be sending anything through email. It'll be typed up as an official report and delivered." I stated, looking out the window. "Is Cornelia changing up codes as I advised her?"

My blonde friend nodded. "Yeah. Once you told her and showed her evidence of our encounter, she had our boffins working overtime to secure them."

"What about security?" I pressed.

"Dad told me he's overseeing the measures," she relayed, "On another note, he also told me to tell you 'good job'. Guess you really impressed him at Narita."

I shrugged. "Ain't that impressive."

Gwen chuckled. "You kept your cool and directed Jackhammer strikes. You alerted us to a new model of Knightmare and attempted to organize a trap against it. If I were him, I'd be happy to praise you."

A thought later, she giggled. "Though, I think it's because of your lack of regard for the upper classes you were able to be this successful." she commented.

I rolled my eyes. "Anybody can do it. It's not that hard. I mean, people spend so much time with the sacred they forget about the profane. To realize that nothing should be untouchable because it's 'sacred' could possibly be the greatest sin man can make. The minute the sacred does something profane, it's the people's job to jab them and kick them while they're down." I stated. It's all really simple.

"Like the Royal Family." she supplied, almost knowingly.

I confirmed, "Especially the royal family."

"I must protest Lieutenant. What you are insinuating is too profound and slanderous. It is unbecoming of a loyal soldier of the Empire." John said, a stick still stuck up his ass.

I replied, "Why shouldn't I? It is the people's responsibility to keep those with power in check. The minute the government denies the right of the people to ask piercing questions, we lose it all. I'm just helping the people realize that they do have this power and it is our responsibility to safeguard our rights and take down those that seek to crush us."

Suzaku commented, "Well said sir!"

John gawked, "You agree with him Suzaku?"

He nodded. "Of course. To criticize and challenge the government will help keep them honest and take out the corrupt in order to better serve its people."

…meh, close enough.

Gwen sighed. "Oh you boys, always arguing like that. Honestly, you three can never quite agree on one thing."

I laughed. "That's the thing about argument. An argument is a collective series of statements intended to establish a proposition. It's an intellectual protest designed to reach a conclusion." I recited, happy to say the least.

He chuckled. "I just wish that the terrorist would be receptive to argument."

John added, "We are in agreement. If they were civilized, they would have become Honorary Britannians and then they would have gotten their rights."

I winced. "Yes…but also no. True, they would have gotten rights, but again, it falls on pride. Gotta have pride and changing it is not an option. I would rather see it that the terrorist use different avenues of resistance rather than guns up automatically."

Suzaku wondered, "What do you mean?"

"They could form unions and strike; they could vandalize the Honorary Britannian office; they could launch waves of mass civil disobedience; they could use music and project them about the injustice of their situation; they could literally occupy streets and muck up traffic; they could throw in large festivals in the ghetto in defiance of Britannian rule." I listed, though I could go on.

Gwen blinked. "Vandalize the Honorary Britannian Office? Really?" she said in a deadpanned voice.

John growled, "That crosses many borders Lieutenant."

I facepalmed. "What's wrong with that?! I mean, it's not that hard! It just takes some time is all. I mean, you gotta hit them on the weekend and at night. You gotta have a design in mind and make it big. Make it noticeable. Make it recognizable. Next day, people will notice and they will be alerted to the situation."

Suzaku laughed. "So it's a publicity stunt." he said, hitting the hammer with the head of the nail…or was it hit the head with the hammer? Meh.

The bell rang. Time for that student council meeting. Unfortunately…the walk is usually bearable but something told me that it's about to get worse.

"You Elevens should walk more to the side! Leave some room for the Britannian students! You need to make sure of your position!"

Ah…lovely…the self proclaimed Student Self-Defence Force. Looks like they are bullying one of the Working Joes. For what? Zoning? Oh no, this will not stand! I reached into my bag but Gwen gripped my hand and shook her head. Oh c'mon! Work with me here. She said, "Watch and learn."

She marched over, yelling, "What in the Sam Hill's going on around here?! Get to work!"

The Japanese working crew bowed and immediately blitz their way to the work area. The SSDF saluted Gwen but insisted they 'teach' the Elevens proper manners. Whoa boy, they got themselves an earful when my friend ranted about efficiency. As long as it gets down, it doesn't matter where they walk. Love that girl!

I walked up beside her, playing along, "Get your asses in gear! You got work to do, don't you?!"

The leader nodded, "Y-Yeah yeah! We do! C'mon guys, let's patrol some more."

I let my head bob. "Gotta admit, your way was fun…"

She blew a raspberry and we continued on our way. I can't help wonder, who the hell's spying on me and why? I'll figure it out later, have to lose this guy though…and also torture some poor SOB.


Date: Unknown

Location: Unknown

"Wake up. WAKE UP!"

"W-Where am I-? H-How am I not dead?". I was strapped to a chair, television screens were facing me and I could see the dark silhouette of my interrogator through the window. I can only make out that he's a man and that he must be the one that assaulted the research facility.

"You will answer our questions. Do you understand?"

I shouted at him, "Who are you?!"

"That's not important. What's important is who you are. What's your name?"

"Fuck you!" I bit back.

"Where were you born?"

"Kiss my ass!"

My entire body felt like it's burning, stiffening up with only my voice capable of carrying any weight."

"Your name is Joseph Fenette. You were born in Watertown, New York. In 2012 you served as head researcher in a project funded by Clovis known as Code R. Is that correct?"

I said nothing.

My screams pierced the walls again. I tried to shake my way out of my shackles but they held firm. It finally stopped and he demanded, "Is that correct?!"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Where are the other girls?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I insisted, trying to stay calm. Suddenly, the images of myself and my coworkers experimenting on that girl appeared on the screen. The screens were flashing me. Mocking me. I tried to escape but an electric shock stopped me in my tracks.

"What about your first test subject C2? Do you remember her? Give us what we want and we'll guarantee your safety."

"N-No-"

I started screaming again.

He stopped it just as suddenly. "Let's start it from the beginning." my interrogator said, leaning on that chair, looking over a file. "September 15, 2010, Rosenberg Institute. What happened?"

I licked my lips. I-I shouldn't tell him but…Shirley…I…I can't do this to her…she-she doesn't deserve this.

I tried to hide my stutter, for what it's worth. "I-I was approached my his highness, Prince Clovis, concerning this project he was forwarding. Code R was…it was our attempt at immortality. T-This girl, she…she is effectively immortal. There's just no other way to say it. No matter what we did, she would just keep coming back up again."

"So you went ahead with your experimentation."

"Yes, we did. Under Clovis' orders. Under General Asprius' orders. Under my order. We felt that the ends justified the means. We were willing to sacrifice everything to achieve that goal. That's what I told myself at least. As time wore on…I…I won't say that I was unwilling but…I was becoming more reluctant. It just…It just doesn't seem to be worth it anymore." I admitted. Every act we done, we done out of loyalty to our prince…now…I guess…Shirley coming of age into that beautiful, young woman she is can change all that.

"So you say Doctor Fenette. After you lost C2 to Japanese Resistance Forces, you and your team started kidnapping orphaned girls to continue your experimentation. Is that correct?"

"Yes…we did. We had all the proper models through data collected from C2 and we believed that we could replicate this same effect on one of those girls."

He flipped a page. "It says here that you have a daughter. You treat her quite wonderfully too. You give her the warmth and care she deserves; you send her to a prestigious school; your family life is stable. So it makes me wonder how much Mrs. and Shirley Fenette know about your work? Perhaps they have something I want that you are refusing to tell me."

"Don't! Please! Please, I beg you sir! They don't know anything, I swear on my honour!"

He started laughing at me. "Your honour Doctor Fenette? I find that hard to trust. Tell me, did you or did you not swear an oath to the four principles of Health Care Effects?"

I nodded, an overwhelming burning in my heart. "I did."

"List them."

"Autonomy. The patient has control over his or her body. Beneficence. The health care provider must do all they can to benefit the patient in each situation. Three. Non-Maleficence. To do no harm. Justice. There should be an element of fairness in all medical decisions."

He snarled, "Which of those four principles have you broken?"

"I broke the principle of autonomy, of beneficence, of Non-Maleficence, of justice."

He slammed the glass. "You did! You broke ALL FOUR of those defining principles! You could have chose to stop. You could have said no. Instead you carried on as if it were nothing. You never thought to ask when it's not okay, just thinking of your own fucking accomplishment. The freedoms and dreams of those below you were crushed because of you therefore a little retribution is only fair."

He took a seat, stating, "With that, I thank you Doctor Fenette for your cooperation with Britannian Military Intelligence. A cover story will be established for you and your colleagues in order to protect your families from the wrath of the public. As we speak, Cornelia and Military Police will enter this facility and arrest you. I trust you won't put up a fuss."

The lights shut off. One-by-one, I was alone, with only the TV replaying the same experiments over and over again.


August 29, 2017

Shinjuku Ghetto

I was outside, playing with that coin. It didn't take long for Cornelia to come in, in force. Britannian Military Police ignored me and entered that warehouse I found in the ghetto. I saw Cornelia walk towards me. "Took you long enough." I teased. It actually didn't take that long.

"Indeed." She extended her head. I followed it to see MPs taking the bagged scientist and security out and loaded onto a caddy wagon. "…I still can not quite believe this. My own half-brother leading this malicious project right under our noses."

"I trust you will stick to the cover story I provided you." I reminded, pointing out, "I would rather not have a lynch mob hunting down their family members. I just want the instigators to suffer, not them."

She frowned, probably not used to me yet. "I have instructed to have arrested them for a variety of reasons. They won't be leaving prison anytime soon Lieutenant."

I nodded. "Good." I commented, looking to leave.

"Lieutenant. A word." she said, quite pleasantly in fact…well, as pleasant as she can for someone like me.

"Yeah, whatcha need?" I wondered.

"I…I would like to thank you…for keeping this matter discreet…between us…" she admitted, staring out into the distance.

I shook my head. "Don't think too hard on it Cornelia. I still hate you and your ilk but…even I know that some truths, will cause more collateral than necessary." I explained, keeping watch of the prisoners getting loaded.

She frowned. "I see." she stated plainly.

I laughed. "I assure you, you don't see, and I like to keep it that way. Good bye Cornelia, have a nice day." I pushed off the wall and started walking back to Ashford. It's surreal, this. This power, this control, this blank cheque I have at my disposal. How long can this last me though?

I dare not say.

Walking around the ghettos though, I see some new life in them. The process was slow admittedly but the social restructuring program was in the works. Work teams of Japanese were removing the ruined wreckage and cleaning up the roads. The first step in any civilization; build the infrastructure, get people excited to get on with their lives, and ultimately rebuild to be better than before. It's a long time coming, I'll say. From the looks of things, they're determined. Determined to build up a future.

"AH! Help!" A wall was collapsing.

I rushed over and slammed the wall with my back. I shouted, "C'mon! Help a brother out!"

I probably didn't have to say much, people were already rushing to hold the wall. Hell, we were even tipping it back. That wasn't the goal though. Slowly, but surely, we all got a hand on it and we evacuated underneath. We finally let it drop. No casualties. The man I helped shook my hand, bowing. I waved him off, rather everyone off, returning back to my inspection of the ghetto. It looks like they actually have a future to look forward too, a goal that is within sight. I just hope it keeps going.


Yachimata Ghetto

I returned back to this place again. I guess it's to just find some closure on this matter and move on. I guess I just want to see my efforts pay off and that what I did last night was not for nothing. I was in my terrorist apparel and headed up those same steps again and knocked on the door. The door opened up again and the old man answered. I just showed him my face and he allowed me entrance, bowing before me. I insisted, "Please, you don't have too. I just want to see how your daughter's doing."

He shook his head. "I must insist. You have saved my daughter and brought her medicine when you didn't have to. I am in your debt." he said, leading me to her room. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

I opened the door and I saw her mother spoon-feeding her. Ha! Now that's something you don't see! The JLF girl looked at me, surprised. I gave her a friendly wave. "Hey, you 'member me?" I asked, teasing her a little bit.

"Y-You! How? Why? What?" she stuttered, in shock I guessed.

I tried to answer her. "Yes me. I took my motorcycle here. I just wanted to see how you're doing. To be honest, I don't know what?"

She pushed the bowl away and looked down, her fist clenched and her eyes closed. Looks like she wants to cry or something. I took a seat in front of her, leaning my back against the wall and waited.

"Is this the part where you have your forces come in and arrest all of us Britannian?" she demanded, glaring at me.

I rose both hands up. "Ouch, now that's hurtful. But to answer your question, no, it isn't. I…actually want to see how you're doing. That's all. Afterwards, I won't bother you or your parents again." I answered her, looking her back in the eyes. What was it they said? Windows to the soul or something? I spied a glance on the parents, their eyes calm and happy.

She shouted, "You lie! You're a Britannian soldier! My enemy! The oppressors of our people! You wouldn't dare let any one of us escape so just say it straight!"

I facepalmed. Now how can I put it through her thick skull? Her mother slapped her arm, demanding, "Apologize to him! He save your life! You wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for him!"

I said, "Please, madam. She doesn't have too. Honest. I just wanted to see if she was okay. Seeing as she is, I will go ahead and leave."

"I don't think so." she said, aiming her Nambu at me. I rose my hand, slowly pulling out my own gun and dropping it towards her. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing! You're just pretending to be friends to my people! You want to give them this false hope before crushing them again! So cut the act and admit it!"

That's…very hurtful…ouch…I reached into my pocket, slowly, and pulled out the oilcan suppressor. "If you are going to kill me, then take this. It's an oilcan suppressor. Just take it and shoot me if you think I'm this…this phoney."

She took it and screwed it onto my gun and aimed it at me. We stayed like this for a while, I lined myself up against the wall and she ready to shoot. Her parents were begging her to reconsider, to think it over. I sighed and closed my eyes. Alright, here we go.

"Go…just go…" she said, her arm dropping. I reached towards her and took my gun back from her, holstering it.

I restated, "I assure you, I won't alert authorities about your activities or about your family. At least spend some time with your family and recover, okay?"

She nodded, siting back down, defeated. I left the room and walked on out. "I'm sorry my daughter had been rude to you sir."

I waved him off. "I honestly should have expected that. What with all the repression against the Japanese, I guess she's just frustrated."

"You just said…Japanese." he pointed out.

I fought to roll my eyes. "I noticed." I commented, before looking at him one last time, "Take care now sir and please try to spend some time with your daughter."

He bowed. "Of course sir and thank you once again for saving my daughter."

Sometimes those you saved, won't thank you for saving them.

It pisses me off some but it ain't her fault…and I know exactly who I want to target.


Ashford Academy

Things have been getting hectic these days. Lulu, Kallen, Suzaku, Gwen, John, and David had been missing a whole lot of classes; Princess Cornelia had lost a majority of her manpower; Shirley's in hysteria after learning her father's in prison; and the Clairvoyance Company is in a huge scandal for purposefully trying to give people pneumonia. Already, the commoners are in an uproar and the nobility are targeting the company and I still have all this paperwork to do.

"Hey Milly, need some help!"

Speak of the devil. "Yeah. Mind taking half of my load?" I asked David, pointing at my stack. He took them and started working.

He seemed quite cheerful today. "What's up?" I asked him.

He replied, happily, "Let's see, I helped arrest some scientist and brought down the Clairvoyance Company to their knees. So yeah, I feel awesome!"

…of course he did…I should have expected nothing less from our overt-covert dissident. David looked at me and his smile dropped. "What's wrong? Was it something I said?" he asked, a hint of surprise in him.

I shook my head. "No, no. It's nothing like that…well, let's just say that I'm tired really. We as a Council don't really get to spend as much time together. I mean, Shirley's upset; Nina's doing whatever; Suzaku, Gwen, and John have their military stuff; and Lulu and Kallen's out doing something…only one that comes around is you and that's on occasion." I spilled, telling him everything. I rarely ever do that to anyone really. I guess that, well it isn't about me trusting him but rater, David just doesn't really care all that much.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah…yes…I'm sorry about that…well, I'm here now so…uhm…yeah." he stuttered. I couldn't but let out a small giggle. Guess even I could make him speechless like that. We continued on in silence for a bit, though I'm a bit jealous he's getting his pile done faster than I could. Guess that proves to show how fast a reader is when he's doing codes.

I tried to break the monotony, "Say. You mentioned that you brought down the Clairvoyance Company. How'd you manage that?" I asked.

David's chuckling turned into laughter. "Well~ you see Milly. Once you find yourself into a company's records and the nobility's computers, you can find a lot of blackmail. I'm actually quite proud of what I did today, more so than any military action. Don't tell Gwen I said that." he said as if it were the weather.

"Honestly, someday you will be face off against someone like you."

He froze, shocked. Did I really say something so unbelievable? He turned to me and said, "I already do."

Oh…

He explained, "There is this new terrorist out there and I won't lie when I say that he-. " he paused, looking out the window. David continued, "I'm worried what he'll do next and I'm…afraid that I'll be too late to stop him. Believe it or not, despite my hatred for the rich and powerful of Britannia, this pressure to stopping this guy and the Black Knights is driving me insane. Hell, I even willing to make a deal with them in order to get that guy."

I asked, "Why not ask the viceroy for help? You are under her command, aren't you?"

I snorted, "Because I'm the only one that can fight on this new battlefield. A battlefield where the lines are too obscure and the soldiers are whatever I got in my computer."

He finished up his pile and took more from me. "I won't lie when I say that I enjoyed this online supremacy. Now, with this guy capable of doing the same thing I can do…I think my dominance has come to an end and this just turned into survival."

David turned his attention back to the papers, quietly humming. If he's under pressure then why is he here? Why doesn't he go out there and find out? Why insist coming and helping poor little me with something so menial? He looked up and smiled. "I'm just glad that there are times like these that help me take my mind off things like that." he said, happy with writing away.

He finished up once again and looked at me. "Think you can hold the fort for now?" he wondered, almost reluctant to leave.

I gave him my best smirk. "Well, there is some things you can help me with and as your Student Council President, I have to punish you for your tardiness!" I declared, getting him pumped up.


Viceroy's Palace

There are plenty of ways to find out who's fucking with you. One of my favourite methods is to make up something 'top secret' and layer it with security after security. Each attack on those firewalls is just another clue I could use to track down this asshole. There's only one problem with that idea, it takes an idiot to keep digging and not find anything past each layer. It''s a fucking gamble and a damn dangerous one at that. I just hope I don't fuck myself over doing this.

I approached the front gates of the Viceroy's palace, in my terrorist apparel, and I was allowed entrance after showing them my ID. Thank god for Euphie! Parked the motorcycle and hit the elevator and I stepped in. It took mere seconds to get up that high. Gotta love express elevators. The doors opened and I stepped on in to see Cornelia conversing with Euphie while Guilford and Darlton stood watch. First, there was confusion and the looks on their faces were beautiful. Next was Guilford and Darlton protecting Euphemia with their bodies and Cornelia unsheathing her sword-gun thing and aimed it at me. "You, how did you get past my guards!" she demanded, frustrated as hell.

I shrugged. "I just showed them my pass and they let me in alright." I replied, showing them my pass. I put it away and quickly got to business, "But that's not really important. It's…listen, I'm coming to you to ask for a favour."

Cornelia rose an eyebrow but kept her weapon raised. I sighed, I could feel my shoulders dropped. "You hate me and I hate you but I really need your help. I got this terrorist I want hunted down and eliminated. This guy is capable of using the entire city as his weapon."

Guilford scoffed, of which I chose to ignore him, continuing, "With a touch of an enter key, he can cause traffic jams, steal money from banks, cause electrical fires, power shortages, explode generators, and crash trains. It'll be total chaos. This asshole has the whole city hostage and no body fucking realizes they are in deep shit. Now, I have a plan but that involves a whole bunch of classified documents."

Darlton growled, "What would you need these documents for, may I ask."

"I'm using them as breadcrumbs, distract his attention." I said, "I need to lead this guy in by the nose. That'll give me enough time to track him down and isolate his location but I need the documents to make sure he bites hard. Then we can launch a precision strike and take him out."

Cornelia sheathed her sidearm and leaned in her chair, deep in thought. Guilford, however, was begging his mistress to reconsider and throw me out. Darlton and Euphemia seemed to be the only ones that were keeping their cool and I'm guessing are leaning towards me. After a bit more pressing from her knight, she answered, "I thank you for bringing this new threat to my attention Lieutenant, however I will decline your request to use Britannian Military Secrets in your efforts to locate the terrorist. You will make do with what you have."

I protested, trying to keep my cool, "Listen, ma'am. If I do it your way, there is a high chance that our terrorist friend will catch on and launch a strike against me and the city. Civilians will get caught in the crossfire and people will die so very unnecessarily. They will panic. They will riot. They will loot. To ensure that the people at home live their life as normal as possible, I'm imploring that you reconsider. Take the loss and win big."

She rolled her eyes and waved me off. This arrogant, condescending BITCH! "Are you fucking okay with that! These are people lives we're talking about here! These are peoples lives you're messing with. Isn't it our fucking job to get dirty so that they don't have to? So that they can live without knowing the meaning of war? So what if we take a few hits. Shit happens, but we can attain a greater victory at the end with few unnecessary casualties!" I shouted, pointing at the city itself.

"Do not think you can dictate onto me what should be done Lieutenant and you will respect your superior." Cornelia said, angrily.

"You filthy, warmongering whore! What, do you get off on seeing people die?!" I demanded.

She snarled, "I have had enough of your disrespect upon those that are above your station. I understand that you were not taught such a lesson in your youth however if you do not shape up, I will show you the consequences of your poor decisions." a hand rested on her sword.

I mimicked her, a hand on my gun, shouting "Bring it you cunt!"

We brought barrels aimed directly at each other, or would have until Euphemia shouted, "That's enough. Now, I don't know why is it that you hate each other still but this ends today." She turned to me and demanded, "Lieutenant Manson. I ask that you apologize to my sister, Princess Cornelia li Britannia and give her the respect she deserves."

"No."

She looked stunned, "W-What?!"

I nodded. "You heard correct. I ain't apologizing. I would rather be thrown into the slammer than apologize to someone like her!" I reiterated, hoping she understand.

Euphemia, instead, ordered, "Why do you hate my sister so much?"

I shouted, pointing at Cornelia, "It's because she's a fucking war monger! She uses her power as Viceroy to, what, raze a fucking city never mind who's in it! Men, woman, children. It makes no fucking difference for her, she'll kill them all! She murdered so many fucking people there and for what?! Nothing fucking changed, if anything it made Zero bolder!"

Cornelia shouted back, "It is well within my right as Viceroy to use my powers in whatever way I like to eliminate this terrorist threat! Your weak-willed ideas of combating the threat will only encourage more terrorist to rise up! The only way to win is to break their will to fight!"

I snarled, "Then do it by winning the local populace's hearts and minds! What you're doing is perpetuating terrorism! All you really had to do was get rid of the terrorist's reasons to fight! How? By improving the FUCKING standard of living; give people more jobs; give them something that can benefit them! You have power that can change lives and give them hope but you do nothing! ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING BUT SLOW PROGRESS DOWN!"

A bright flash raced across my eyes but I felt no pain. I turned around and saw the round make a neat whole in the wall. S-She shot at me. I fucking knew it! I fucking knew it from the bottom of my GUT that this would turn out like this! You know what, fuck them. She wants to be like that, fine! They can fight this god damn war all on their own. I left the office, heading straight for the elevator. Fuck them.