The central doors at the rear of the Diet's floor swung open, illuminating the MPs before it in a shaft of utterly unexpected sunlight.
"Hotsuin Yamato!"
Representative Ooshima Kintarou reflexively turned to look into the light, a sudden terror gripping his heart. A young girl, even younger than Hotsuin, strode forth into the Diet chambers, her hair and eyes aglow like the sun-mark upon her brow.
"You shall immediately and without dissembly do one of the following three things," the girl stated, her high voice somehow booming throughout the chamber. "One. Distribute the Nicaea Harmonizer program to all police and emergency services personnel, assigning no less than one-tenth of all JPs personnel to ensuring that this task is done quickly and safely."
Hotsuin made no response for a moment. "Or?" he eventually spoke from the podium, his uncannily calm voice amplified by the microphone to match the girl's in volume, if not in timbre or sheer presence.
"Two," the girl continued. As the light of her hair and eyes and on her brow dimmed, Ooshima could more clearly see the anger in her face—almost like my niece throwing a fit, some part of him thought to himself, recognizing it as absurd. "Explain to my satisfaction, and the satisfaction of this governing body as a whole, why you should be permitted to consolidate sole effective military and police power to yourself and JP's at the expense of the reconstruction efforts and the defense and security of the individual civilians of Japan."
The girl's fists unclenched as she gestured to the assembled legislators around her. Ooshima felt the fear that had seized him at the girl's entrance fade away, slowly replaced by a more rational fear as he turned to look at Hotsuin. The young man hadn't flinched, but Ooshima had seen all sorts of liars and scoundrels take the stand in his career; Hotsuin couldn't hide his tenseness, and Ooshima's own narrowing gaze didn't help Hotsuin's mood any.
There was an awkward pause.
"Or?" Hotsuin repeated, now clearly shaken, and increasingly so.
"Three." Ooshima's gaze flicked back to the girl, just in time to be almost blinded. The mark on the girl's brow flared again, as bright as the lost noonday sun, and for a very brief moment he could feel that fear return.
"DIE."