Prime Minister Gordon sat in front of his desk, in the capitol building of the Union of Partitionania. In front of him, was a computer screen, that showed a map of the world. Dotted lines went from Poland to various parts of the world, Angola, Oz, India, Korea and others. Words started to flash on the screen, Angola has been hit, Korea has been hit, Oz had been hit, The Republic shot down our missiles. He stared at it began to show how many were confirmed hits, what have been hit, and the estimated death tolls. And right there is where the Prime Minister wept.
“What have I done?” he whispered to himself, barely audible, as he leaned back and then heard a knock on the door.
The door opened, and the man who walked inside was Marcin Smolák, head researcher of the Danzig Project, Partitionania’s Province Buster program. He gestured to a chair on the opposite side of the desk, and asked, “May I?”
The Prime Minister took a second to collect himself, before answering yes, and watched the researcher take a seat. Marcin looked at the PM, and asked, “What is wrong?”
Gordon stared at him in shock, “Do you have any idea what I just did?”
“You started Operation First Strike?”
“No, no I did not. I just sent tens of millions of people to their deaths, and they did nothing.”
Marcin only shrugged and responded, “The end justifies the means.”
“No, the end justifies the means only if the means justify the end. Ordering millions of people to their deaths does not justify a more peaceful world. It has created the opposite1 Now get out!” the Prime Minister roared.
The researcher, obviously angry got up and walked to the door, slamming it behind him. Just as he was barely outside of the office, the radio went on, speaking in Gordon’s voice.
“Ladies and gentlemen, men, women, and all citizens of our great Union, Operation Frist Strike has been a success. Many of the Comitern governments are gone or collapsing, we have all but won. But this great victory has come at a steep cost, millions upon millions have died, with their blood on my hands. Citizens, I have leaded this great country for a long time, ever since it was first beginning. I have leaded it to greatness, and triumph, but now the world’s greatest tragedy rests on my shoulders. And I cannot allow myself to still rule with that on me. Citizens, I wish you a goodbye, for I am resigning as Prime Minister. I will still continue to look over you all, but I have to say goodbye.”
Marcin noticed Gordon was obviously breaking down at the end, and he thought to himself, that last sentence seemed odd, like it didn’t fit. But this thought was interrupted by the sound of a drawer being slammed shut, and then someone crying behind him, in the office. He leaned closer to the door and heard one thing that will stay with him for the rest if this life, something he never wanted to hear. A gunshot. Now, those last words were clear.