Your Left or Mine?

The probability was in her favor. 11 to 3 success to failure. Everything was perfectly calculated. Just like on the lab, just like on the field. One step Infront of the other. The plan was simple.

Find the leader.
Gain his trust.
Figure out the war plan.
Kill him.
Retreat all the info

Simple and straight forward, shouldn't take long. Just don't die, Easy. Think logically, Ok.
And don't get attached.

Uhm...

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"We as humans...we were made to survive."
"But we as people...we need to feel alive."

Tziporah lives in a world we're the countries are separated by priority in life. Science and Art. She grew up in a world of science. A world of medicine and numbers with precision. Making as few mistakes as possible to the biggest amount applicable. Art was selfish and science was selfless. Choosing what was statistically the better option for all of us. It was the right thing to do.

One day she meets someone who contradicts everything she believes. Everything starts going wrong, nothing is adding up, it isn't going as it usually does and it's costing thousands of lives. They were selfish and apathetic, evil and unmerciful. Having to become everything she was against for the greater good. Destroy herself for the world even though it would never do the same for her.

Author's Note:
This is sort of a Frankensteins monster story for me. Im just trying to start writing again and this idea was what got me going. Feel free to comment on how messed up something is or your thoughts on it. I know its controversial but hey, at least its different.