Be absolutely savage

Here's another microfiction on the prompt: Everything's going to be ok.

I have been grieving. I wanted to make it stop. The hurt. The pain.

Sirens blare through the control room.

Error... Error... the screen reads.

I try to bypass the system’s failsafe. Even as I type in codes and search for security breaches, my heart clenches at the memory of her. This feeling—I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Nobody deserves to suffer like that. Nobody.

And I’ll make sure of that.

Red lights flash through the vents, the blare of sirens now accompanied by a man reading out the security protocols. I hear footsteps.

I have to hurry.

Attempt 103: Success.

The country’s nuclear program has been breached.

I press Enter, and smile as I watch the missiles fire into the sky.

“It’s... all going to be okay.”