The Target

Her earpiece squawks as she stands at the edge of the cratered parking lot.

“We just killed two-hundred people in a 737 to hit him. Is he dead?”

She eyes a man-shaped impression at the crater’s heart before a crushing grip grabs her arm.

“Tell him I live.”

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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