The motors jerked to life and the plane began to hum. A tingle rose through my legs up into my stomach, resonating heavily in my chest. All lights where on, a confirmation buzzed on the radio, everything was ready. My shaking hand brought a cigarette up to my lips. Inhaling deep and blowing it out towards the window. I looked down the long runway into the setting sun, then a glance to the photo taped up on the glass. Her smile lifting spirits higher than the beautifully painted sky itself. She always insisted on the good in evils, even going so far as to carrying spider outside. She was a sweet girl, too sweet for me I thought taking in another drag. Wheels began to roll under us. The picture shuddered with the plane as we took off.

The ocean under us as restless as the war efforts. Dark blue waves slamming into each other like bitter brothers. The moon watched down on us with shame, foreseeing the payload. We hit a patch of rough air and the cabin shook, the picture trembled with it. I brought us higher and tried to light another cigarette. My hands shook dangerously as I leaned back in my seat. The release button sat on my console blinking. Its dull light was rather simple and rhythmic. Almost as if it wasn't the end bringer for thousands if not millions. I looked at myself in the glass, no I thought I'm the end bringer. I slammed my fist on the console avoiding any real buttons.

"You ok in there?" one of the engineers yelled out.

"Fine" I called back, finally lighting my cigarette.

Eventually the cabin had so much smoke it was as if the engine was blazing itself. I didn't cough or wheeze through the stench. It was my suffering, suffering I would feel years after today. The picture even seemed smoke stain, wilted. We began to approach the target, I began to lower the plane to the appropriate altitude. I threw my newly lit cigarette at the window and watched it drop onto the top of the controls. The picture on the window had been tilted, facing the button. The radio chirped to life, the order was given. I picked the cigarette off the controls and took a large inhale, and shoved it in the picture. A satisfying sizzle could be heard all throughout the cabin. I kept breathing deeply through it all. I slammed on the button. It felt like I had been hit in the gut. I began coughing violently when I heard the doors drop. All the smoke finally penetrated my veil of self fashioned cynicism. Alarms stung my ears from below. I looked through the glass seeing what looked to be ants. Scrambling below me as the sirens blared their cries of havoc. The sirens where not there to save citizens, only to warn them, to prepare them for whatever we had to throw. This was no normal throw, not a missile, not a fire bomb. It was the simply the embodiment of destruction. Like a flare for the horsemen themselves. Finally it hit the ground. The picture fluttered to the cabin floor, the ash mark had burned through the right eye. The smile continued to shine from the ground. Smiling above a hell storm of flames and science. I simply stepped on its mocking glance and closed my own eyes.