Regardless. We're going in. And, believe it or not, there is a plan.

It's very personal, in a one-on-one type of atmosphere, with the blade twisting in the dark as you stare into your victim's wide, panicked, dying eyes, your hand clamped tightly over his mouth and nose, listening for his nearby comrades. You quietly -- very quietly -- lower the lifeless form to the ground, and you and your team move closer to the prime target.

Crawling into a tunnel barely large enough to allow you to raise your head and see what's ahead of you, your knife out in front, because it's the only weapon you can move with any real accuracy. You slide six inches forward, then pause -- listening for breathing in the pitch black in front of you. You slide forward another six inches. You pause and listen...

This is not a movie. This is guerrilla warfare at its finest. Taste the blood and smell the fear. It’s deadly for both sides, but it’s also very precise. These people have a job to do. It's one they are trained for, and it's one they will do well.

Meanwhile, yes, the bombers are standing by, but I doubt they will be employed to any large degree. We know the nation is in revolt, which clearly indicates that our target acquisitions must be precise -- one-on-one.

Of course, as its the way of guerrilla warfare, this is subject to change,
Dan