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“…and, following Mission Eagle, four teams of eight bombers will be released. They’ll leave from California, Florida, Texas, and New York. Each airplane will be armed with eight nuclear warheads. The pilots are briefed on which countries to nuke and where. Men and women, by the end of the day, half of the planet will be ash, with the other half poisoned beyond livable standards.” The Night looks to his gang, smiling his crooked smile. “Questions?”

“What is the goal?” Tommy says as he builds his Lego Harry Potter set.

Night blinks.

“Well, Tommy, it is what we have just been discussing. The men will drop nukes on dozens of countries. Whole cities will be leveled.”

Tommy snaps together bricks for the Hogwarts bridge.

“Yeah…” Tommy says. “But, like, what are they doing? Why?”

Several heads turn to Night.

“Oh.” His eyes flit about. “Gotcha, I’m picking up what you’re putting down.”

“Revenge!” Razor Woman says, blood still dripping from her fangs as she skins her last kill.

“Now, now.” Night says. “Revenge is a big part of it, but not the whole shebang. The world must acknowledge how it has wronged us. How it has wronged everyone. We are doing this for the common minority. We are fighting discrimination.”

“By killing everyone? And making the rest of the planet unlivable?” Tommy asks.

“Son, they may be trying to do the same thing to us.” Night says.

“My mommy wouldn’t kill the spider in my bedroom based on that same logic. I was scared the spider would burrow into my eyes while I slept. Mommy made me name him, and assured me Edgar would never burrow into my eyes. He just eats bugs. How do you know these countries with millions don’t want to just eat bugs and mind their own business?” Tommy exchanges Dumbledores’ head with Hermione and laughs.

“A good point, good lad.” Night says. “This is why we pay you the big bucks. So, what then? Who should we nuke? What would you suggest?”

Tommy thinks.

“I just don’t understand what we are trying to achieve. Are we just trying to hurt people? Why does this group exist?” Tommy says.

“They made this group!” Razor Woman says. “They made us who we are. I was just like you, boy, year after year, until the entire system chewed me up and spat me out. When the entire world looks at you and tells you you’re a piece of shit, that you’re dirt, that you are less than an ant I casually step on… you start believing them. You start wanting to prove them right. Well, fuck them. Let’s prove them right. Let’s prove to them that we are exactly what they think we are. Let’s nuke their bitch asses.”

Tommy remembers the countless times he was bullied. His eyes catch the scar that was branded into his left wrist, the letters of the word freak still visible from last summer.

“Okay.” Tommy says. “I have no more questions.”

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Submitted by JohnIsWithYou on Mon, Jun 26, 2023 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

Rule 12 of the Official Evil Villain Rulebook™ states that "One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that they spot will be corrected." You, as the local villain you decide to do just that. It soon turns out your plans have quite a few flaws in them.