6 November 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
"Now," the man growled, eyes blazing through the gaps in his balaclava.
"Now?" he squealed back, gulping as he stared out at the carnage.
The man turned, thrusting a small hammer into his hand. He leant over to open the passenger door. "Time to prove yourself. Don't you dare back out now."
He stared out at the scene: the blazing red lights of the first responders were scrambling, as their owners sought to help those who had been hurt, but his job... his job was to cause more.
He stumbled out, pulling his own balaclava, mentally chanting his motives, the people he might save... and charged.