[b]Caldwell Private Jet, Coast of Maryland[/b]

Woodrow Caldwell stared gloomily out of the window of his jet. He had not been in what had been the United States in three months. He hadn't even been in his home state of Georgia since the beginning of the third world war. His former nation brought dark thoughts to the forefront of his mind. He saw his face plastered across every television in America, in Times Square, his character ripped apart by Fox's Greg Gutfeld on [i]The Five[/i]. [i]Secretary of State Caldwell: This Generation's Chamberlain[/i] was under the pictures, followed by a recording of one of his conversations with a journalist: "I truly believe that the United States can avoid war, if we stay focused on the path of disarming our nuclear arsenal" over and over. Caldwell disappeared from the public days into the war. The government later admitted he resigned on day one, but it kept it covered up until a proper replacement, one who called for total war to show America had not lost its position as a superpower, was found. It was not long before the shamed man found comfort in the words of Jean-Baptiste Mercier, a longtime friend. Mercier and the Oculi movement represented everything Caldwell needed in his life. He needed to move on, embrace forgiveness, and accept change.

Caldwell opened the suitcase on his lap for the dozenth time and shuffled through the documents inside. They were a copy of the [i]Oculus Constitution[/i]. Caldwell only prayed that the Federation was willing to see reason.

"Mr. Caldwell, we'll be in Washington in a few minutes," The pilot announced over the radio. "Radioing in the request to land. With luck, you'll be in the White House in half an hour, sir."