Soundproof

Inside the box full of edges entered bullets one too many. Traveled around and met at the center, fulfilling their mission when they became one. Half a tick of the tiniest clock hand and the new unity exploded out. Around the box full of edges, laid a mannequin shredded, its limbs far from their hinges, ears pierced through and through.

Outside the box, a man in a suite expelled: "Success!" There was no sound the vest produced as it tore apart.