Sneaking through the bright corridors bustling with tourists simply means blending in with them. No ninja moves for me; I'm the true ninja, who knows that being invisible doesn't mean hiding behind others and jumping across roofs. Even the bulging bomb in my backpack goes unnoticed. Don't mind me, I'm just another tourist.

I arrive at the target, a full ten thousand feet of metal glory. The Central Government Building. I push open the large golden doors inlaid with their gleaming rubies and sapphires. Immediately ahead is security. As I near the metal detectors, I become increasingly nervous. This anxiety is a moot feeling though, because the bomb in my bag has been tested through thousands of detectors, including the airport ones I had to pass to arrive here. When I safely pass the security checkpoint, I only become more nervous rather than feeling relief. I have to resist the urge to begin my habit of twirling my hair, but I must not look suspicious. Finally, the elevator with its gleaming metal and clean mirrors. I fidget nervously. Fortunately, it is the middle of the day, so everyone's already arrived for work. I am the only one in the elevator.

Pressing the little button that says B3, I review what I plan to do, and decide that I am completely sure that I mean to do what I will do next. A little bump signals that the elevator is here. Walking out the sliding doors, I confidently make my way down the grand hallway that leads to the nuclear power source for the entire world. I am careful not to set off any motion sensors or lasers. Here is where the bomb comes in.

Pulling it out, I attach it to the vibrating, pulsing surface of the power source. Deftly flicking the controls and pushing aside wires, I turn on the device. The standard countdown begins. But no, that isn't right. I fixed it so that it would start at one minute rather than five. In the moment of despair, I employ the age old method of repair: I hit it. Hard. When the numbers flicker and blink to 1:00, I calmly begin my exit. No one notices me, and I quicken my pace. It is not from fear of death; no, it is from nervousness. Once I am out of the official city borders, I break into a run, up the sheer rock face of the cliff.

And once I am on there, far away from the city, I finally stop. Fireworks should begin soon, I think. With perfect timing, I see the explosion, starting as a small spark of fire and growing into a large cloud of burning destruction. The fact that the bomb exploded so close to the nuclear power plant means that the nuclear plant explodes as well, thereby causing even more destruction.

I feel the bright lives of thousands, even millions, of lives extinguish, as a candle flame would in a thunderstorm. Combined persuasion from wind and water forces the pulsing orange life to surrender. And when I die, the human species will be no more. Then, and only then, can Earth have its natural peace once again.

Here comes the obvious: review this. It was short, but I hope it was dramatic enough. Was it maybe too short? If it is, TELL ME and I'll fix it :D

-June van Variya