He’s 5 floors underground, flanked by men in uniform. He inputs a code on the keypad near a red button and a glass shield slides away, removing the last barrier between them and the imposing red button. He extends his hand, slowly, and rests it on the large red button and then, he hesitates.

“You’re absolutely sure?” he asks the people around him. They nod and look back to the important hand on the important button. “I mean really sure? Absolutely definitely certain?”

The uniformed men look confused, one steps forward “Yes sir, we’ve been through this, we have only 4 minutes remaining, we agreed that retaliation was best course of action.”

He looks around at the impassive faces of his high command and wishes them wrong, wishes the missiles out the sky and wishes himself out the bunker.

“It’s funny, I’ve always known I wouldn’t be scared of dying, but I never considered that I might be scared to kill.” He draws his hand back. The men in uniform move towards him, move towards the massive red button.