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The cold, dark night enveloped the brick and stone buildings in the major city of the United States. On the ground floor of one of the buildings stood a blue haired woman, staring at a flickering ribbon of paper held in her hand. The ribbon said, "NEWS". She stared at it in the darkness. The news and the information displayed from her wristwatch, and from the buildings around her, had blinded her originally. She had not seen the

darkness of the night. Her eyes had not adjusted to the brightness of the news that was displayed around her.


She took another look at her watch as a new message appeared on the screen. The message said, "1:15 AM–". It flashed before her eyes as a few camera shutters pointed towards her opened with soft clicks. The woman looked behind her at the crowd of people who had gathered to watch her. She looked at them with eyes filled with a sense of confidence and purpose.


She faced them again. She had already prepared a statement to say when they found her. She had rehearsed it many times. Her eyes were filled with confidence, faith, and pity, but they were also filled with anger, betrayal, and resentment. She had worked and fought her way to where she was standing, and she was sure that she could face the people who she was standing in front of.


The crowd of people was frightened by the blue haired woman. She was calm, though her eyes were filled with anger, rage, and fright. They were the eyes of a soldier who had just fought through hell and back.


After staring at the people for a long while, her eyes closed, and she spoke into the microphone on top of the building behind her.


She said, "The people of the United States may ask themselves, 'Who is this woman?' Many have never heard of the world's first female air pilot." The crowd gasped and stared at the woman, eyes wide with shock and fear. "But I will say one thing." She paused. "I am the world's first female navy pilot. And now, I am a convict of the United States of America." The crowd was hushed. "I know now that the United States has betrayed me, and I all it does is use me and others like me for its own high purpose."


She paused again. She though about what she was saying. The anger and rage churned in her mind, but her thoughts were overpowered by sadness and loss.


"The pilots like me have one purpose. We are not made for the president. We are not made for the army. We are not made for the nation. We are made for the American people. We are pilots who risk our lives to save the American people from the one true enemy: terrorism. But then, after risking our lives, the American military takes our weapons and labels us as terrorists. In spite of working and giving everything we have to the American people and the country, the United States has betrayed its own pilots. We, the pilots, were created by the public to protect the public. We, the pilots, are not tools of war. We are not for political purposes. It does not matter if we fly or not. It does not matter if we follow the orders or not. We simply want to protect the American people from the real threat. Sadly, the United States has turned us into weapons. It has made a title, a title of honor, mean something entirely different. Please, the American public, it is time for us to get our friends, our brothers, and our sisters back. It is time for us to save our people from themselves."


The crowd remained quiet for a while even though her speech was finished. After a very long while, though, her words were all that remained.


She continued, "This is my will." She took a deep breath. "I forgive all of the wrongs that the United States has done to me. I want to die, but I know that I can't properly die alone. I want the American public to give me my anesthetic first, and then things will be different. I know that the United States will fail to do this. I do not hate you. It is not you personally. It is your system. Your nation. Your military. You have given me everything, and yet you have taken everything. I am not shaken by what is ahead of me. I have always known and accepted death."


With a shaky voice, she finished, "I ask that the American public please remember my sacrifice and the sacrifice of my friends. Please remember what we have done for the American people, but please remember what the American government has done to us. Please remember what the United States has done. Please remember what the United States has done to me."


With those final words, the blue haired woman raised her right hand and pulled the trigger. There were some muffled shots, and then she fell.