You think that you might possibly have a chance for freedom if you join these foreign rioters.

“Fuck it, I’m joining them.” You say to the others.

You walk over to the rioters and give out your hand to shake. The angry rioters look at you slightly confused then realize you want to join them. Another ambassador shakes your hand.

“Why do you want to help us?” One of them asks.

“If you’re treated like a slave just because of your gender, skin color and sexual orientation combined, would you want to join in on even a remote chance of getting your freedom?” You tell them.

The President, huttled in the corner, starts yelling at you with scorn.

“You fucking white male! You will lose your freedom if you make it out here alive.”

Raphael joins in with you.

“You realize everything that’s happened in the past ten years has been unconstitutional? If anything, the whole government should be in jail for sedition.”

“That document? That old piece of paper is obsolete. We superseded it and you can’t do anything about it.”

“With what? A set of laws that destroyed everything this country is built on? Fuck you.”

A rioter punches her in the stomach.

“Fuck you!” she yells back at them.

One of the foreigners pulls out a knife from his pocket, looking like he’s about to kill her.
“Woa woa, slow down!” Another says. “She’s our hostage. We can negotiate for her freedom. We can tell them we’ve had enough of them shoving their ideals down our throats. Even the locals don’t like it apparently!”
The guy puts the knife back in his pocket.

One of the men and his assistant pick up the phone and dial a number on it.
“Yeah, your president’s guards just killed one of the Ambassadors, as a result, shes our hostage now.”

Some yelling can be heard on the other side.

“Ms. Vice President, we want you to stop your cultural outreach program globally, your government's ideals are not compatible with ours and we wish for it to stop.”
Some more yelling can be heard on the other end.

“You have an hour to decide then.”

The man hangs up the phone then dials another number.

Some discussion goes on in another language that you don’t understand, and goes on for about fifteen minutes. The others start talking also over speaker phone in other languages, and they all enter some kind of agreement. They hang up the phone afterwards.

One of the foreigners turns to you and your coworkers.

“All the countries in Asia just decided to impose an economic blockade against your country until we get results. Your President is of no use.”

“What’s that mean?” You ask him.

“She’s not really a leader, you have no leader. Your country needs to decide what path you should take.”

“FUCK YOU!” – the conversation is interrupted by the President yelling back. “Fuck all you men! You’re all the same!”

The guy with the knife earlier whips it back out again, this time super angry at her. It looks like she might get murdered by the guy. Your moral conscience kicks back in, you already watched several people die today. Another person dying is too much.

Do you:
1: Change your mind about the foreigners and rescue her?
2: Negotiate with the people over her life?