Ethan stood beside Cole in the dimly lit strategy room, a stack of classified documents in front of them.
Chris's order had been clear.
Do the necessary.
Cole exhaled, flipping through the pages. "This isn't just changing laws," he muttered. "This is rewriting history."
Ethan said nothing. He knew what was at stake. Chris wasn't asking for power—he was demanding permanence.
The current Constitution? Obsolete.
The amendments? Irrelevant.
Everything that once defined the country was being stripped away, replaced with something… new.
Something absolute.
Ethan tapped his fingers against the table. "We control Congress. The Supreme Court is in our pocket. The military won't question it."
Cole nodded. "Public reaction?"
Ethan glanced at the monitors—feeds from across the country. The media, now government-controlled, would shape the narrative. The protests? Already being silenced before they could grow.
"They'll accept it," Ethan said, his voice calm. "Because they won't have a choice."
Cole smirked. "And those who don't?"
Ethan met his gaze. No hesitation. "They won't be around long enough to matter."
Cole exhaled and picked up a pen, pressing it against the first document. The official proposal to abolish presidential term limits.
The first step in turning America into a monarchy.
Ethan reached for the next. A declaration of emergency powers—permanent ones.
One by one, they signed. One by one, the old America disappeared.
When the last signature was done, Cole sat back. "And just like that," he murmured, "Chris Blackwood isn't just a president."
Ethan smirked, standing.
"No," he said simply.
"He's a king."