They avoided his deathly stare. Stole glances at his finger, poised above the flashing button. Was he testing their obedience?
To a man, they chose inaction as their safest bet. And silent as toy soldiers, observed their raging master’s finger, press down.
People cried into their phones. Asked. “Who?” “What?” “Missiles?” “Where?”
Boom! One city after another. Boom, boom…
Flesh and bones turned to dust. Blown far beyond the city limits. Where the unlucky ones, choke on toxic air. And compassionate parents, smother their children.