"As much as I respect your opinion, I believe that this is the dumbest idea you have ever had," the woman at the head of the table scowled, not bothering to put a mask over her contempt. Her pale blue eyes shone with disgust.

"I don't believe it's dumb. Hard, yes. Dumb, no. I believe that it is necessary, given our circumstances." the man at the other end of the table shuffled the papers on the edge of the table. He wasn't about to let his second-in command get in the way of the final steps of the amendment. It was so close to being put in action, and he couldn't let it stop now.

The woman picked up her own stack of papers and began to click them against the table, making sure that everything lined up correctly. She set the papers down in a neat stack, and smoothed back her white hair and straightened her crisp white suit.

"Segregating our community is the least intelligent way to go. Our nation tried that course of actions in the 1950's, and look how that worked. It ended in riots, murders, theft, and so many other problems that could've been prevented had our nation be integrated. There is a reason it hasn't been done in over 500 years- it simply doesn't work. And, think of the costs. The people will hate us, and riots and mass murders we worked so hard to stamp out will flourish again. If it works, those will die out soon, but what if it doesn't? If it doesn't work, we will have a straight up revolution on our hands!" She frowned at the man. How could he be so selfish, arrogant, and completely ignorant?

The man compiles his thoughts before setting down his papers and speaking, "I believe that the benefits will outrank the costs by far. If we don't do anything, the people will continue to tear each other apart like wolves. That needs to stop. Now." He dusted off the shoulder of his black suit, making sure that nothing was out of place. A little bit of rust could bring a whole building crashing to the ground.

"If we do this, we will tear the people apart ourselves. Do you really want to become the wolf that you're trying so hard to stop them from becoming? Do you really want to hurt your people like that?" The woman began to yell, her calm composure was long gone.

She threw her papers down on the table causing papers to flutter to the floor, every single one of them scribbled on with incoherent markings and scratches of colored pencil. Half of hers were scribbled on in red marker, crossing out all the ideas that she believed to be unsatisfactory.

The man's papers hit the desk with a thump, none of them flying off. "I am the one in charge, here, and I say that we need to go with this option, for the better of the nation as a whole. If you disagree with the First-in-Command, feel free to leave. But, before you make your decision, I want you to know something that could very well change your opinion. If you stay, you will hold the second highest position in the office, much like you do now. But, instead of a war-torn world, you will be in charge of a perfect utopia, where everything falls into it's correct categorized place. There will be no rust in the system. You will not be a part of an uncivilized nation," He pauses for a minute, thinking about what words to strike the most fear in the woman. He runs a hand through his black hair, making sure that every piece in is it's correct place.

"If you are leave, you will never be allowed back, not even when you are half dead from the people living beyond. Are you really willing to commit such a suicidal action, before you would give this perfect government a try?"

Neither of the two speak for a long moment, silence resting over their heads.

Finally, the woman speaks, and the silence is shattered.

"I guess I'm never going to come back, then. Anything will be better than the hellhole that this place will become once you start the division. I refuse to be a part of it."

With those last few words, the lady in white reached to the ground, picked up her papers, and laid them in a neat pile on the polished wood. She turned on her heel and stalked out of the room, leaving the man in shock. He didn't think that she would actually leave. He thought she would stay and help him, no matter what the cost would be.

The woman's voice sounds from the end of the hallway, malice still clear in every word, "Don't expect me to come running back at the first sign of danger. And don't expect me to come back when you need my help."

All that was left was the clicking of her heels on the tile as she left the building, on her way to leave the country. As soon as the clicking ended, it was replaced with the scream of a man whose work had just been lost a mere hour before the deadline.

He swung his hands at the desk, throwing his papers to the ground. The next thing thrown was a chair. Soon, the whole room was being turned upside down. The bottle of wine in the middle of the table was smashed against the wall, soon accompanied by the two wine glasses.

When there was nothing left to throw or shatter, the man pressed his back against the wall and slumped to the floor in defeat. He no longer knew what to do. Should he continue with the segregation, and risk tearing the nation apart? Or, should he sit and do nothing, and let the nation tear itself apart. He cursed the woman for ruining his plans and for filling him with doubt.

The glass that was so clear only a second ago was now filled with murky water. It had rusted.

A voice spoke from outside the door, "President Black, Lieutenant William Red. Class 5, three levels away from 6. Clearance level D. Permission to enter, sir?"

"One minute, Lieutenant Red. I need to quickly file the CL-E information before you are to be permitted entry.

The man stood up, and he picked up his own set of papers and intently studied them. The plan would be a lot rougher with her gone, but he could still make it happen if he pulled enough strings and used Mr. Red to his own advantage. He walked over to the other end of the table and picked up the woman's papers, adding them to his own pile. He quickly brushed all the shattered glass to the corner of the room, and hung a couple of the paintings back up. The room wouldn't look in it's standard perfect condition, but it no longer looked as if he had broken everything in sight.

Setting the papers back on the table, he composed himself and straightened his suit, "William, please come in. We have a lot of work to do if we plan to begin the process in the next decade, especially with our new found absence."