[ WP ] Congressional leaders finally pass the bill to harvest inmate organs for profit . As a leader , you must choose to kill your white collar criminal sister to save your only daughter .

`` The ends justify the means, right?'' 
 
 Joshua Martinez leaned back in his desk chair. It had been two years, two very long years since he had been elected the 55th President of the United States. He had been elected in a landslide, riding a wave of popularity partially created by the fact that he would be the first Mexican-American candidate to win a presidential election. 
 
 America's decline as a world power had been slow but inevitable. The common man's steadfast refusal to change had lead to many collapses, the most recent being the healthcare crisis. President Martinez had ran on a platform of moving towards a European model; taxes would be raised but healthcare would be free. Yet Congress had other ideas. 
 
 Vocal majority leaders in Congress looked at the mess that was the prison system, and looked at the mess that was healthcare, and figured they could kill two birds with one stone. The original proposal to harvest the organs of death row inmates to then sell to hospitals had come up about a year into Martinez's presidency. It had flown through the House and Senate, and despite Martinez's veto, the Senate had pushed it back through. 
 
 `` She did n't kill anybody. The Senate is a bunch of *babosos*!'' 
 
 His wife winced at the curse word, but his vice president had no reaction. Being an east coast WASP of the finest pedigree, he would n't understand Spanish anyways. 
 
 `` Nobody should ever have to face what you face,'' said the VP slowly and carefully. `` Unfortunately there seems to be no way around it.'' 
 
 Martinez knew he was right, but it sickened him to think so. The bill now was only supposed to harvest the organs of death row inmates, but he had heard whispers. Powerful lobbyists had already began to move for a new bill, one that would target those inmates who had life without parole. And then, there was the case of Joshua Martinez's sister. 
 
 She was three years older than him, and had graduated from Harvard with flying colors. She had moved on to Wall Street, where she proceeded to partake in every form of stock manipulation and scams that her brilliant mind could think of. They got her eventually, they always did in the end, and she had been sentenced to 10 years. 
 
 Yet in a time of economic hardship, where white collar criminals had become villains to the American public, there were many who could not distinguish Angela Martinez from a murderer. On his presidential campaign trail, Joshua's public relations had done a fantastic job showing the contrast between himself and his sister. When the harvesting bill was passed, however, powerful men in Washington saw a connection they could take advantage of. 
 
 `` We need to go now, sweetie,'' prompted Samantha Martinez, Joshua's beautiful wife of 15 years. `` The limo is waiting outside.'' 
 
 Samantha was as beautiful as the day he first met her, and he loved her more with every day. In their 15 years together they had tried many times for children, but after Samantha miscarried twice they almost gave up hope. Yet something told Joshua to keep going, and this time Samantha gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Joshua held her in his arms and knew she was a miracle. They named her Theresa. 
 
 She was 10 years old now, a bubbly blur of enthusiasm for life. This was so incredible because half a year ago the Martinez family had been informed Theresa had a cancerous tumor in her lung. Although cancer is perceived by many as a death sentence, Theresa had a chance at living. The catch was, she needed a replacement lung. Because she had no siblings, her only genetic matches where Joshua and Angela Martinez. 
 
 That was how the mainstream media had the spun the story. The heroic president sacrifices his evil sister in order to save his only daughter! It made Joshua sick to his stomach everytime he saw some variation of that headline. 
 
 Joshua walked down the steps of the White House, arm in arm with Samantha with the VP trailing closely behind. Cameras flashed blindingly all around him, but he hardly noticed them. The 10 minute limo ride to the hospital seemed to pass in only seconds. 
 
 Stepping out of the limo at the hospital was the same story. As camera crews circled around him and reporters tried to set up for the impending press conference, it occurred to Joshua that the people surrounding him had become like Romans at the Colosseum. They wanted a show, they wanted blood. Anything to distract them from the collapse of the empire around them. 
 
 He finally arrived at the hospital room. There were no cameras, no noise, just the silence of impending death. There were seven people in the room. Joshua, his wife, his daughter, his sister, a doctor, a Secret Service bodyguard, and an executioner. He smiled and bent down as Theresa ran over to give him a hug. He looked up and smiled sadly at Angela, who managed to smile back. He looked back down at Theresa, and it struck him that the two had the same light brown eyes. 
 
 Joshua looked at the executioner. It struck him as funny that the man did n't wear a black hood like in movies. He looked like a doctor, but had the opposite intentions. `` Change of plans,'' Joshua declared. `` I would like to perform the injection myself.'' 
 
 `` W-what?'' sputtered his sister. His wife grabbed his arm tightly and he reached out to put a comforting arm around her. 
 
 `` I think it would be for the best,'' he said imploringly, and after a few moments of silence the executioner nodded. The set up had been finished, the only thing left was to administer the injection. Joshua was handed the needle. He turned to the rest of the room and said in the most commanding voice he could muster, `` Could we have some privacy?'' 
 
 The executioner walked out. As the doctor walked by, Joshua grabbed his shoulder and said, `` The only genetic matches for Theresa's condition are myself and my sister, correct?'' He knew the answer, but had to be sure. Upon receiving confirmation, he let the doctor go, and he walked out of the room. 
 
 Next the bodyguard walked out. Joshua was left staring at his wife, holding the hand of their daughter. He walked up and kissed Theresa on the forehead, then Samantha on the lips. He looked deep into her eyes and said, `` I love you. I will always love you. Do n't ever forget that.'' 
 
 His wife replied, `` I love you Joshua. I believe in you,'' and left the room with Theresa in tow. The door slammed shut behind them, and with a heavy sigh Joshua turned to face his sister. 
 
 Joshua loved his country more than anything. He had got into politics because he hoped to change his country for the better. He now feared that he had become another cog in the machine, just a pawn of powerful party leaders and rich men, helping to push their agenda forward. America was headed on a steady decent, and it needed a shock in the system. Someone needed to throw a wrench in the machine to prove that it was broken, so that maybe people would finally realize it needed fixing. 
 
 Joshua looked down at Angela sitting on the hospital bed. `` Take care of Samantha and Theresa,'' he told her, before he rolled up his sleeve, and stuck the needle in his arm.
