Temptation and worry filled the claustrophobic conditions of the sub as lieutenant Asimov awaited orders from high command. He had no idea what to expect with reports circling around him of one missile fired, maybe two, three, or more. His crew remained at their stations, waiting for a response. Finally, as static filled the hold, the lieutenant ordered his arsenal to be armed and ready for what was to come. The apocalypse was at hand. For a moment, Asimov hesitated. He did not want to be the man who ended the world. Finally, he got a confirmation. A false alarm.
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Short StoryA challenge to see if I could pack a book's worth of story into only one hundred words. enjoy :)
