Ino ran across an oil convoy one day on his way to work. It was huge, like one long train of tanker trucks. The trucks didn't have a lot of security, they didn't need it. There is one vehicle at the front of the convoy with just a few sensors is all they needed. Determine threats, then blow them up, then keep driving. Repeat. To be honest the whole convoy could be destroyed and it didn't matter, most enemies would keep the convoy going to simply find a reserve.

"Sorry I'm late," Ino apologized to his supervisor.
"Not even an issue." Came the expected response.

Ino like his job. He had always played around with radios as a kid, so he fit right in at a development firm for radio technology. A lot of his work was creating ideas that are unrealistic, and making them realistic. Many people also contract him to fix their radios and/or be oncall to fix their business radios. When television was labeled red, and people realized they shouldn't be watching it, the business boomed, the government took an interest and things changed quickly.

When Ino first laid eyes on the envelope, there was no doubt what it was for. He didn't even open it. He didn't have to. His life was now devoted to his country.