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"Will you be ready?" the man clad in a stern, grey uniform tapped his black gloved hand against the cherry wood table, the stained woods reports audible in the deathly silence hanging in the room following the question.
"My superiors have also grown tired of Han's efforts to stymie us in the Yuan," the other man, clad in drab, olive green replied as he rested his chin within his own hand, his sullen eyes glaring at the warped contours of the wood. "He has always been a nuisance, but now he has gone too far..."
"Answer the question."
The brooding figure glared to his spartan counterpart with apprehension. He knew the answer had already been determined, and he was little more than a messenger, but he could not help but try to grasp at the realization of the consequences that might occur. His fingers caressed his jaw line for what seemed like an eternal, and yet ephemeral, moment. "Hǎo. You have Quan's pledge, brother, whatever the cost. Together, we will save Yujin."
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He slammed his fist against the table with a resounding force, jarring pencils and stirring papers, demanding the attention of everyone sitting around it. "Those dogs think they can push me around?!" he snarled at those around him. "They think that I divide the country! Ha! If this country could be anymore divided, Heaven would fall!" He stood from his chair, resting his palms on the surface, looming over aides and party members who were taken aback by the aggression.
"The only reason they have not fallen in line behind the slavemasters of Cantigny is because of fear that we would revolt! They think we're terrorists, and they're right! But we've been fighting them since the start of this so-called 'Republic', and I will not see some foreign scum wag their finger at us," Han Juemin, leader of the GGD, was furious. More than half of the GGD's liquid assets had been frozen abroad, by simple association with a political organization that could not muzzle a mutt.
"Perhaps we should leave the Pact," one man muttered.
"And backpedal?! We'd look weak kowtowing for foreigners like that! Fuck them!" he shook his hand in accusation against a phantom foe. He let his hand fall back down to the table as his colleagues consulted amongst themselves, giving him a moment to think. Han Juemin was a radical and an idealist, he had been elected because he still prescribed to the cult of personality left behind by the founder of Zhi, Tang Shishang.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that greedy bastard Xiong tried to force us out of the Pact," someone in the room chimed in, and the decibel level within the room heightened in response. The words rang with surprising truth to Han; he had known for some time the Xiong family had plans afoot for some time to undermine the integrity of the GGD. The international community had presented his with the perfect pretext.
"If we don't move now, Ying will make the first move," he muttered under his breath. None around him heard, and in frustration he tilted his head and repeated himself loud enough to quiet the room.
"Mister P...President..." someone stuttered.
"Duì. I'm issuing Article Zero pursuant to the Executive Options detailed in Chapter Four," President Han's hawkish glare burned holes through the alarmed members of his privvy council. "We've talked about this gentlemen, you know the plan. We are destined to succeed, so long as we maintain our conviction and keep our eyes on the ball." The silence within his private chambers was disquieting. The unwritten article had never been issued, but the Zhi Clique had been established because of it. It was the fledgling Republic's sole purpose.