It all started on a cold dreary day. My adventurous alter ego Okizle and some group of guys were hanging in a room...dimly lit. The lights were flickering and the roof was leaking water from the faulty plumbing.
Okizle: Hey this is my story. Mind if I type it myself?
RaymonD: Yes Boss have it your way...so Okizle will continue the story from here!
As Raymond said, we were all in a room chilling. Everybody had some kinda bad ass gadget ranging from a Frag grenade to a P90 machine gun to heavy duty firing arms. Yeah, you come in and see some mean looking guys like us who you don't wanna mess with. Apparently unknown to the public, we are the secret arm of the government. We report directly to the President and always have a direct line to Mr. President. The secret service worship us because we are the real deal. We always get our guys!
Ok...Back to the story! Reason we are in this room is because we had an Intel informing us about some strange individuals wrecking havoc all around the country. Apparently these guys call themselves BOKO HARAM. So far so good, nobody has seen them, they are faceless and they keep sending some foolish guys to go and blow themselves up for some reasons best known to them.