14,000 feet above Nisia, a Cessna aircraft hid above the clouds, carrying a troop dressed in an all-black tactical military combat uniform, ready for a freefall drop to the ground.
"Who let the dogs out!" the team leader screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice almost got caught with the altitude.
"Wooooh! Wooooh! Woooh!" half a dozen men stood in attention, their feet together and their arms at their sides, as they line in a row and screamed in unison.
Their leader slapped each man on the buttocks, and on cue, those men jumped out of the aircraft. When the leader was the only person left, he took one deep breath and made a sign of the cross. He wiggled his body, craned his neck left and right, and took a leap to his impending fate.
