His eyes fixed on the monitor, Hasker’s fingers tapped at the keyboard. 7,000 miles away the drone locked onto a small encampment, quiet in the early hours.
‘Finish the job, son.’
They watched as four missiles landed in quick succession. Figures stumbled through the wreckage and flames.
Hasker pushed back his chair. ‘I can’t do this any longer.’
‘Stay where you are, Hasker.’
‘This isn’t a video game. Real people just died.’
‘They were terrorists.’
‘They were women and children and I just blew them all to hell.’
‘Which is where they belong.’
‘Which is where we’re going.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.