Noir (Part 12)

Just as this second thought popped into my head, I noticed a jet fighter whizzing over head. Painted on the bottom of the grey metallic jet were the initials M.O.M. The hatch on the bottom opened up, revealing another bomb, which dropped at great velocity. There were shrieks of terror as people began to evacuate the exact area I was standing in. People urged me to move, the bomb seemed as though it would actually land on me, which seemed fitting enough, seeing as how I had the power to stop this, if only I had listened to my client, as is usually required of my job.
I felt dumber than a dodo, and soon enough, I’d be extinct just like one.

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