Outside the home of an armed individual, my fellows and I wait. Arms in hand, helmets on heads, armored vehicle on road, the foresight & technology needed to handle anything.
From outside, each execution can be heard…
Pop. Scream, Pop… Scream, Pop… Pop… Pop…
There was no better seat in the house to hear it all unfold than where we were… so we decided to stay out of the house.
What we waited for? The popcorn to finish cooking.
Could we have saved someone? Next question.