Everyone hates terrorism, but are blind to stop it. What if you could stop it? Find out how the groups operate, and you could cut them off. But what are you willing to sacrifice to get there?
Crates of guns hijacked in the middle of an impoverished town. There are no roads here, just dirt that drifts into everything. Stone houses carved of mud, tin roofs.
Child soldiers. Middle aged leaders, looking to further their agenda with high-tech weapons. But I have my own weapons, and as soon as they step too close…
Bullets riddle the air, aimed towards the corrupt minds that pass for authority. The Children take aim at me, and I take cover behind my obstacle. I don’t shoot the children. I want to rehabilitate them. Perhaps that’s my weakness, but violence to end genocide has to be worth it.