Nocs, gli uomini senza volto che sfidano l’impossibile

To understand each other, you have to learn to recognize each other's eyes. Only the eyes, because the voice is always extremely low and all communication passes through transparent earphones and invisible microphones. No names, not even coded ones. The uniforms are all the same, without insignia or rank. Every now and then, just a hint of beard peeks out from under the balaclava, but it's all too little to distinguish the interlocutor. Disorientation here is a weapon, like all the others used to carry out operations constructed with special effects. Strategy, not just constantly loaded pistols, machine guns, flashlights, or handcuffs. Unconventional techniques for extremely complex objectives. And if it weren't so, there would be no need to ensure Italy's invisible existence of the NOCS: a guarantee of success when all other law enforcement agencies are forced to surrender. At that point, and only at that point, they enter the field: faceless men who, before leaving, have a rigid imperative: to return home only when the mission is truly accomplished. And it makes little difference whether they need to free a hostage, chase a fugitive, handcuff a barricaded criminal threatening to blow everyone up, capture a group of terrorists, or stop the hijacking of a train or ship. The NOCS Police officers are ready for anything. They're there, even if no one knows where. Ready to arrive, even if it's never clear how. There are many of them, but it's impossible to know exactly how. By Nicola Pinna