For those who like to wear the tinfoil hats and conjure up wacky intrigue, it was a conspiracy of sorts beyond any doubt. There were many abettors and operatives sought for their advice and opinions well in advance of when the prime directive was decided. And thus was born a clandestine caper worthy of any Oliver Stone movie.
It was conjured early last fall as the mastermind had given the matter some serious thought, gleaned from experience and reasonable expectation. It gained steam as the autumn leaves fluttered aimlessly to the ground and another season was about to emerge. The time for action loomed. So, others were snared into the plot and sworn to secrecy.
Most were relatives and a few well-chosen colleagues. They listened to the proposed mission outcome and offered timely and intimate tips on how to most effectively target the prime directive: Strike fast and hard with blitzkrieg brilliance. One of the main conspirators, who will only be referred to as “Big Mama,” suggested how it could best be carried out “using a soft glove,” she chuckled slyly.
And so the process began. Carefully select the necessary resource and choose the proper occasion. Move silently and swift with a sniper’s patience and cunning, fully aware the cover could be blown by an errant slip of the tongue. Consider all of the options and potential outcomes. Pick the time and place. Be prepared to adapt.
The plan was decided. The shock and awe would be delivered on Christmas Eve 2012…