He could hear the loud knocking. It was very consistent and he knew the neighbors would be up. They definitely would be peeping from behind their white curtains. The curtains laid bare their rooms and their lives. They simply were inquisitive; no, they were nosey.
The knocking continued at a higher decibel with persistence. The lights were still off. The apartment was in total darkness. The cars were visible in the carport. That meant somebody was home.
I was clothed in a dull black attire from head to feet. My shoes were rubber soled. The knife I carried was crafted from black obsidian rock. Guns were messy. I loved knives and my hands; occasionally my hands. There was no need for noise when I moved. I blended in with the darkness. Things were about to get messy. There was no way my lights could be turned on. They had been permanently disconnected from the source. I did that.
My name is Kwame Amoyaw. Major Kwame Amoyaw, Director of Operations, Special Security Forces, Office of the President. I had risen to this position because I am principled, focused, disciplined and hardworking. I think my position had more to do with patriotism and honesty than anything else.
Members of the SSF were handpicked and carefully groomed. Each member equalled two hundred regular army personnel. That is how deadly they were. Human caterpillars; more like Transformers. These men blended in anywhere at any time. Above all they could not be compromised. For security reasons, I cannot disclose how many of us existed.
#SilentNoises ~knm 