[ WP ] You walk into the oval office on your first day as president . Your predecessor hands you a document : A plan to reduce the human population by 99 % .

Fourteen billion and counting, that was the human burden upon the earth. Pushed into high rise buildings, scraping the sky, people were restless and unhappy. 
 
 Donovan Lucas set the packet on the table. The Oval Office was littered with several small, intimate groups. Their whispers were loud, carried by the acoustics right to his ear. He had chosen the perfect spot to control the room. 
 
 Christopher Richards was sitting at his desk, the newest president. He was reading something from the paper, a frilly piece about bringing back the mongoose. 
 
 The door opened, slick against the carpet. Julia Green, dressed in her infamous orange jumper, entered. She was flanked by two young men -- her brothers -- in canvas suits. Marc and Paul Green carried small guns at their sides, their hair slicked back. They looked almost dead-eyed as if they were not seeing the world fully. Or seeing beyond it. 
 
 Donovan stood up. He approached Julia, watching her adjust her red ponytail. She had something written on the back of her neck.Kanji. Perhaps she had been to the Chinese district? Tattoos were still very common in some parts of the New City. 
 
 Marc and Paul had the same designs though the font seemed to be different. 
 
 Julia brought a hush to the group. She did n't say anything, setting down her bag on the floor and pulling out a device. Donovan knew what this was, he had paid for all the parts. Julia was going to save the world, the right way. She would be the criminal mastermind, take the fall for a cause she believed in. 
 
 `` My name is Julia Green and I am from the Wedge.'' She lifted her right hand and shook her bangles. Two people in the room followed her motion, their own bangles clicking together. 
 
 Donovan felt like his mouth was dry. Something was wrong. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

