[i]He stood up, tossing his cigarette into the ashtray laying on the table next to his chair. Fixing his jacket, he straightened the creases, and looked into his mirror. His hair had been combed neatly, his stubble had been cleanly shaved. Reaching to the dresser, he picked up his eyepatch, and slid it on, covering his stitched-up right eye. Smiling to himself, he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Outside of his room stood Blackjack, in a black duster over a black button-up shirt. His arms were crossed, and a cigarette was in his mouth. He smiled smugly.[/i] Ready to rock? [i]Schrader smiled back.[/i] Of course, Wolfe. [i]The two walked to the curtain, and Blackjack pulled the curtain back as Schrader walked out on stage before the entire United States Congress. To his left and to his right stood his own armed guards, each flanked by the security personnel of the United States Congress. Behind the stage, Blackjack was watching everything on several computer screens, observing everything from the speech itself to the doors of the chamber. On stage, Schrader tapped the microphone to see if it was on, and then raised a hand for silence. The entire nation had given its full attention to him. His face was stern, serious confident.[/i] Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my friends, neighbors, and fellow Americans. I must apologize now, because I'm going to be honest with you, there's no reason not to be. The world in which we live is cruel, harsh, and unforgiving. Wars rage on, diseases and famine spread, all at an alarming rate. Extremist cells propagate terror attacks, as police and the world's armies struggle to fight back. The leaders, nations, and organizations we look to for guidance no longer have control. They've shown an incapability to handle situations the world has witnessed throughout the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, sitting idly about as the world crumbles around them. Today, I offer a solution, a chance to fight back, a chance to make progress. Why accept their failures, and wait for the next group of fools? Why not create a palpable solution, rather than sit and debate the petty issues of salary, the issues of the me generation? I think it's time we assert our control again, my friends. I think it's time we start to act for the good of all, and start tackling the problems that face us on the international and domestic scales. Sometimes, things just have to be done, and sometimes, the only talking that must happen is that of the weapons of war. I'm here to tell you, as an American, as a man, it's time to stop dabbling in politics, and time to start winning wars. [i]Looking out to the crowd of senators and state representatives, a massive cheer broke out, and he responded with a wide smile. Throwing up his hands, he flashed the peace sign, eliciting a louder roar from the men and women before him. [/i]