Eric turned to look at the old apartment building one last time. When the fire alarm sounded, the residents hesitated, believing this was another drill. Eric yelled ‘Fire!’ and that got them moving. Some lingered close to the front entrance. Unfortunate collateral damage, but nothing he could do. The mission was too important to give anyone warning.
Down the hill he raced, headed toward the highway where he would catch a ride with a passing trucker. To Miami, where he would lose himself in the faceless crowd.
He stopped, looked at his watch, and braced himself for the blast.
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This story was inspired by a photo prompt posted on Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Submit your story at Friday Fictioneer’s June 9 2017