this morning #970.

this morning, we smashed through the front gate eight minutes later than planned, each man guns blazing, an elite team set on sending a message to anyone who gets in our way. i took the lead. it was MY mission, after all. MY decision to go on the offensive. make my mark. when we got inside, my men did a complete sweep of the place & discovered that the target had already cleared out. i started cursing people out. because of that eight-minute lateness, we’d blown our chance again. someone was going to pay for the delay that led to this failure. we reward success. punish inefficiency. i don’t believe in that “buck stops here” business either. the weakest link here is not me.