I could have worn the earplugs that were issued to us. We all could have worn them, but we didn’t. Sure, with the engine noise, it was hard to hear anything else, but it was possible and I wasn’t about to muffle any kind of noise that I needed to hear. Most people would call that paranoia. I call it being prepared. Sure, we were flying at thirty thousand feet in a government plane filled with Black Ops warriors… but that didn’t matter. Why? Because we were currently flying over enemy soil. Some men might not be able to hear the faint whistling of a missile on a path to destroy their plane, but I could. We all could. It’s the reason we were Black Ops, but not just any Black Ops team… We were the government’s best-kept secret. Not even the other Black Ops teams knew about us. We completed another successful mission, not that we’d had any failures.
