We pulled up to the entrance, which was just off a quiet street, not too far from the city's center. A watchman of some sort approached the vehicle, but Nadir knew him so he opened the gate for us and closed it after we'd entered. Initially we had planned to keep a two-man team in the vehicle at all times to ensure that no one planted an IED under one of the seats, but that idea fell by the wayside when we heard the gate slam home behind us. Our collective spider sense had not been aroused. In reality, we had created the ideal opportunity for a Taliban fighter to take us all out, just so we could get a little poontang. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
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