I sat at a distance. I could hear the jets’ low hum even from here. He climbed into the cockpit, and I watched as the flaps moved up and down. He was careful. He would test everything. He started to move. The signaler waved his glowing sticks. I pressed the button. Clark was gone. Gasoline fueled flames leapt into the air, and everywhere people were screaming. I sat stunned, feeling a coldness in my belly from what I had done.
“Get up,” I said to myself. “Don’t let them see you sitting there. They might suspect. Get up and help.”
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