The room is still, but a feint sound fills it every couple of seconds. Beep..... Beep. A pale man, in his 60's, lay in bed, with a machine hooked to his body. A clip-board lay on the end of his bed, over his toes. The name on it said, "Chairman Lucius Aurelius Cordus". He had fallen ill with cancer, and had been bedridden for a year now. The Board of Directors more or less ran the country of Legionica, but a it wouldn't be for long. A handsome man sat in a wheelchair, his hair cropped nicely to one side. He wore a name-card, which indicated his name was "Ambassador Cicero Sanguine". He was rumored to be the successor of the great Chairman, and to rule the country after his death. But the room was quiet, and all that moved was Lucius' hand, holding a pen. It wrote on a piece of paper, his Last Will and Testament.
The Last Will and Testament of Lucius Aurelius Cordus, Chairman of Legionica
As I lie here, ready for deaths embrace to clutch my mind and breath from my body, I write this statement. My title is to go to the Ambassador Sanguine, as he has shown to be a great leader, and an effective politician. A bottle of wine goes to him, as well. I send my custom revolver, Maria, to Nicolas la Vellas, as he has proven to be a worthy leader, and a positively wonderous confidant and friend. I give my estate to to the nation of Legionica. This is all I own, and all I have deserved in my life. Long live Legionica.
Signed,
Lucius Aurelius Cordus
So there it was. The Chairman died soon after, and it was all over international news. The gun had been sent to la Vellas, and the estate had been overrun with mourners for the kind man's gift. But Cicero sat in that room, planning. He planned for a long, long time before he exited that room. And he did so with a foolish grin.