“Is he sure this is the right spot?” Z47 whispered.
Z13 gasped. “Do not question our leader!”
“Our ship is far away.” Z29 observed.
Their leader approached. “We have planned for this moment. Fifty soldiers. This precise location. Line up and prepare to detonate when I signal.”
They followed his orders. And indeed the land spasmed and the waves heaved as the ship sailed into the dark. Would the blast be strong enough to shift the plates and cause a 9.7 earthquake half a world away at the G20 Summit as their leader had calculated?
They would never know.
Prompt via the Carrot Ranch.