Chapter 9 Special Forces - Codename Disenchantment

• Zero-Dark-Thirty. My GPNVG was showing me around a very posh gated community whose infiltration would be impossible during daytime since an average person would stick out like a zit; to be promptly escorted out after the fact by security. That or shot on sight considering the aforementioned are trigger-happy, undisciplined chimpanzees in rent-a-cop suits that were clearly hired because they don't ask questions. That and as the guards were mostly foreign; they were scouring for excuses to shoot anything.
• An operation like this thrives more on loyalty and secrecy after all. Who would have thought that a kid in his late teens could buy himself a private army of foreign gun-wielding psychopaths to patrol his glitzy compound? Well, this kid has not only won the genetic lottery but also, threw away half his winnings through poor choice. Had he not made deals with a radical terrorist group, I won't even notice him. Lord knows he would not know what poverty was had he focused on pimping his cookie-cutter acoustic guitar ballads that told teenage girls what they wanted to hear. Now, he not only lies to innocent girls who don't know any better but also, sics legions of psychoes onto my country's people.
• This kid's rise to global girl appeal also coincidentally, accompanied the spike of missing person cases where most of them got intercepted by police at the airport; bound for unstable countries where terrorism ran rampant; as read on their tickets. That was the best-case scenario whereas the worst case was where such a person got either detained as a failed suicide bomber, discovered to be brutally slain by what looked to be a shamshir; a traditional Eastern sword, or even read about on watchdog media where stories described a cavalcade of gruesome ritualistic abuse, human trafficking and distraught parents who tried their best to keep their daughter from going.