"Maybe you guys shouldn't go tonight. Try again tomorrow night."
"Why?"
Mira asked.
"You look like capable people, so why not figure out a way to buy some poison tomorrow?"
"What do we need poison for?"
"To make poison capsules, of course. Hide them in your teeth.
If you get caught, bite down and end it!"
Mira fell silent.
The rest of the group exchanged speechless glances.
"What kind of garbage idea is that? Which eye of yours sees us marching to our deaths?"
Silas fumed, ready to punch the driver, but Mira stopped him. "Enough. He means well."
"If you don't kill yourselves, are you going to wait to be tortured to death?
I'm doing this for your own good. If they catch you, no one will come to save you,"
the driver muttered stubbornly.
"Alright, alright, we'll keep that in mind," Mira appeased him.
The driver finally quieted down. Honestly, the guy had a good heart.
The driver then parked in a hidden spot to wait while Mira and the other six silently approached the compound.
After walking about three hundred feet, Mira called a halt. "I sense danger. We shouldn't go any further."
Their current position was dangerously close to the firing range of the compound's guard towers.
"They can't possibly shoot this far, can they?"
Hank asked.
"They might have snipers. We need to be careful,"
Owen warned.
"But our intel showed no snipers."
Hank asked.
"Probably both. This compound isn't run by a single entity, and the competition between these factions is cutthroat,"
Owen answered.
"I just had an idea."
Mira looked at the group. "Since a frontal assault is this difficult, why don't we find a way to break them from the inside?"
Hank frowned. "The inside? Everyone thinks of that.
To be honest, the last time I was here, I tried to dismantle them using that exact method. But once you understand how they operate, you realize how impossible it is.
From the top down, every single phone is tapped.
And when I say everyone, I don't just mean the lowest-level captives. I mean their own subordinates too.
You might not know this, but the level of control these bosses exert over their men is completely psychopathic. Even the women they sleep with are under constant surveillance.
So, trying to buy someone off from the inside is incredibly difficult. At the very least, I couldn't pull it off."

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