The Ultimate Operation

Powerful and in control he clutches death.
Sweat coats his robotic frame,
an automaton who has never felt
so weak at the knees.
His fingers tremble.
The hidden weight under his clothing
is a constant reminder.
The terrorizing image of the leader’s face projects
deep in his mind,
pushing him forward.
He envisions his mother enjoying the money,
his sister’s safety
and the paradise promised to him.
Interrupted by the stimulating voice ringing from the earpiece,
“It’s time.”
He looks around, winces,
Hits the button.

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