"I don't like this," Frye tells his charge. The mayor replies, "Even after all these years you don't like me running the show?"
"It's not that. We didn't vet this route. There are too many windows, too many alleys."
"Quit worrying. Remember when we were kids? It was safe enough then."
"Yeah, how can I forget the day I nearly gave my dad a coronary?"
"It was just a fucking car," disdain dripping from the mayor's lips.
Suddenly, Frye catches a flash, knocks the mayor down and feels the explosion pierce him before he hears it.
A 101-word story in reply to Rooney by xorphus on _anacrusis