The aliens had invaded, but that’s okay, they were repulsed. Everybody said the aliens all left. Unfortunately, the immense effort required collapsed most governments, but that’s okay. The big crime Bosses restored order. Four previous Bosses tried to take the rusty County building. The Bosses all disappeared.
Boss MacReedy approached the County building in a former military helicopter. Beside him, the slender and diminutive accountant, Dieter worried a lot. He said, “I’m nervous, Boss.”
The large and imposing Macreedy said, “I like you Dieter, but you’re my wimpiest man. Lookatcha! Safety glasses, helmet, body armor. Too much stuff. Nuthin’s gonna happen!” He pointed at his hardened, tough tactical assault men lining the benches of the CH-47 helicopter. “These guys’ll can handle anything.”
The helicopter landed. MacReedy’s men formed a perimeter and MacReedy walked like he owned the place already. Suddenly hundreds of aliens, all teeth and fangs, swarmed the group. The assault men killed many, but were soon stripped to the bone. Macreedy and Dieter backed up to the roof edge. “Do something!” shrieked MacReedy.
He jumped off the roof.
While MacReedy died horribly, Dieter fell, but that’s okay.
MacReedy’s wimpiest man, who brought too much gear…opened his parachute.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/01/22/sunday-photo-fiction-january-22nd-2017/