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I stayed on board my boat Delilah, named after a pre WW1 Navy DD, for a few weeks. It was a 45' motorsailer that I had redesigned for my personal use. My guys had moved it to a marina in the Keys and I drove a rental car to a parking slot in front of the slip. Gardie was glad to se me. He was snoozing under a sun screen rigged with battens across the forward deck. My pals at the Legion house, the same guys who dumped the carcasses of the five killers in the glades, had taken care of the boat and my dog while I was taking care of business in nutter land. Guardie was easily the most disciplined and well trained Sheppard I have ever known.

After a few days of sailing and diving, my gorgeous wife, who was waiting aboard, had some real estate business in Palm Beach and flew home. That was Thursday morning. I was left aboard with the dog and my thoughts- but, as usual, not for long!

The Dock Master came to the pier and said, "Mr. Johnson, you have a call at the office." Inside, the overly air conditioned small CBS building, the gal handed me the receiver on the pay phone. The voice on the other end said "when you comin to the Legion, we have bidness?" That was it- vacation over! Friday morning, I took the dog and headed north in a rented car. The encrypted BB had, of course, been chiming but I had cleverly ignored it. No escaping these guys!

I left the boat with fully charged batteries, topped off diesel tanks, dehumidifiers quietly running on shore power and the pumps and warning bells working. If I couldn't get back to it in a few days the guys would move her to back to Pier 66 and have it looked after until I returned. I never had to worry about things like that. One of the guys was also part of our team and lived on a boat of his own. He knew the drill. I had helped him often enough with the same problems.

Here we go again! A terrorist cell had been detected in Fort Lauderdale. Masjid Al Iman is one of the oldest mosques in South Florida, Its located at 2542 Franklin Park Dr. It's been around since the 70's and generally considered not to be run by radicals. One of the teams had been monitoring phones and photographing vehicles and individual members near by for months. Wednesday evening a twenty something was photographed talking to an Arabic looking guy sitting in a new Mercedes 550 parked close to the mosque's main building.

A long-range, sound enhancing, amplifying listening device overheard and recorded the marks using our own acoustic booster technology. We could hear conversations up to 200 yards away. The set we use has a 12" parabolic dish hidden in the grill works. So what did we hear? The camera clearly showed a brown envelope being passed to the kid by the driver. What was in it? My guess is it was money but then again, I'm a suspicious SOB!

It sounded like some kind of event was scheduled for the following week. We didn't have long to figure this out. We had the car's license and ran the plates. He was a Muslim from Miami named Mohamed Jaweed. He owned a wholesale cement company in Homestead. He had a fleet of cement trucks and had been in business for 20 years. If he was a bad guy, he was likely sleeper who had been planted and told to lie low and live a normal life until called into action. Maybe this was it? There was nothing in our records indicating that he was anything but a legitimate business man. So what was he doing in Fort Lauderdale, fifty miles from home, talking to a 20 year old bearded Arab kid? Jaweed had been recorded saying "are you ready, do you need anything." The kid had nodded but not spoke. Jaweed gave him the envelope and said "when?" "Friday" the kid said and moved away.

A team car tracked the kid to a nearby apartment block. What to do? I decided to have watchers tag them both and keep track for 24 hours. It was Tuesday, we couldn't afford more time. The kid, let's call him 'Abdul,' met up with another similar type at ten that evening. He had made several calls on a 212 area code cell phone. The phone records indicated it had been purchased only a few days before in New York- a throw-away phone? We thought so. So what is he hiding, what is he planning- if anything? We traced the calls. All were in fluent Arabic with what I detected was a Lebanese accent. All were to cell phones in the local area.

The conversations were cryptic- "are you OK, do you need anything? Can you meet at our restaurant tomorrow night at nine?" He had about this same conversation with what we calculated to be eight of his fellow terrorists. Yes, I figured them to be whackos and planning something bad. The cell tower scan placed the eight bad guys at locations scattered around the Pompano and Fort Lauderdale. We sent a team to locate and monitor each one.

We hacked into the cement guys servers on Saturday night and sent a team to have a look at his office records. The computer looked clean- nothing suspicious. We did notice in the company check book that checks had been written to a private account at a TD bank in Boca beginning a few months back. It took us about ten minutes to hack into the bank and we saw that Jaweed had opened the account under his own name and had been depositing money into the account for five months. The total was over $20,000.00 but there was only $3,500 remaining in the account. We saw a string of checks had been written to "cash." The amounts were in the $1500 to $800 range and were dated a few weeks apart. What was he using this money for? Maybe he had a gal hidden away. It wouldn't be the first time! Nah, he was funding the kid and his bastard murderous pals.

It was 0300 Wednesday morning and we were nowhere! There was no more time to waste. I had our guys pick up two of Abdul's pals and bring them to a warehouse we kept in Pompano off Dixie Highway. When I got there both were separated in different rooms and being 'prepped 'for a little "singing time."

Now, here's where it gets a bit down to brass tacks! Here's where we separate the men from the boys and you are free to just skip this bit- your choice. I guess, if you have a year or so to interrogate a suspect, to make pals with him, play nice and appeal to his better nature, you might wind up with some sort of actionable Intel. I won't argue that, who knows, it might work. I can say positively however, that I know of no time in my years in this business when it has ever worked! Once a cell member is taken, or even suspected of being taken, his pals wrap the op up and disappear. Whatever he knows or doesn't know is only good for a few hours or days at best. Stale info is like old fish- it stinks!

If you want someone to tell you something he doesn't want to tell you- you have a problem. You have to ask yourself a couple of questions. One, how bad to you need to know what you need to know and how bad does the suspect not want to tell you what you want to know? Then two; you have to ask yourself what makes you think the suspect knows anything worth knowing in the first place?

If your answer to question two is that- positively, you believe, for a variety of really good reasons, that the rat punk knows some thing valuable then you can proceed to question one? Until you begin to ask question one you have no idea how badly the suspect does not want to tell your what you what to know. So, how does this interrogation business actually work?

First, the suspect has to know that you are very, very serious! There are several ways to impress on him the seriousness of the situation. My favorite with these Arabs is to strip them naked and tie them to a chair sitting on a shower Curtin. I know, old fashioned crude and brutal but, in the end, that's a cultural thing, they are primitive humans and need to be dealt with using primitive methods. Experience has shown me this many times. To treat them as if they were like us produces no results- they are primitives period!

I know already that you all object. I can see it in your faces. You want to believe that Arabs and Muslims are just like you, moral relativity, equality and all that crap. You want to believe that they are feeling, empathetic and normal humans. Of course, then you have to explain how they could point an AK-47 at an infants face and blow his head to bits. You couldn't, so how can he? You've seen it, you know they do it- how can they? Exactly, no normal human could murder an infant like this- how can they? Committed Muslim Jihadists are not normal and certainly not capable of acting human as we would define it. A large part of their minds and psyches have been taken over by 'pure evil'- the devil, if you will, controls them- they are 'purely evil.' The only way to deal with them is to kill them, and let their souls descend into to hell where they belong. From a purely theological perspective that is it!

So, I needed to know if the suspects were Muslim jihadists and then I need to know what they know of a plot or plan to hurt America or Americans. I asked each one separately a few questions in my perfect Arabic? At this point they had no idea who or what we were.

"Are you a disciple of Mohammad? Do you believe in the holy Quran? Are you a warrior for the holy prophet? Are you willing to die, to martyr yourself to further the cause of Jihad against the corrupt western culture? What's you name? What country do you come from? What kind of work does your father do? Do you have brothers and sisters? Are they committed to Jihad?"

Any wrong answer and I instantly know. My training in language was almost perfect. If they had an Egyptian accent and said they came from Jordon I knew they were lying and immediately beat them painfully on the soles of their bare feet. Soon, at the first lie, they knew who I was or at least what I could tell. The truth began to unravel.

Don't sit there pontificating and lecturing me that torture is barbaric and doesn't produce results. You are a perfect politically correct, useless, liberal asshole if you believe that. Torture most certainly does work and works very well, especially if the inquisitioner knows what the hell he is doing- especially if he knows a lie from the truth. By asking questions that one already knows the answers to one most certainly knows when a suspect is lying- that's the purpose of the general set of questions.

If I detect a given accent I know immediately if the suspect lies when I ask him where he grew up. A deep southern accent can be detected by some one from Boston in a NY minute- can it not? Arabic is exactly the same. We ran their passports and photos and hacking undetected into ICE servers, ran a proprietary photo recognition program we developed. In ten minutes, we knew when and where they entered the country. We knew a lot more than they could imagine we knew.

So, now I knew if I had a liar to deal with or not and if he was a liar, I knew that he knew something (I didn't yet know what) that I needed to know. The question now is how to get him to spill his guts? Is he fearful- does physical pain frighten him, is he brave, will he resist? These are all questions that any good interrogator early on knows the answers to very well. The posture, eye contact, the demeanor of the suspect, his voice, the level of trepidation, are all clear 'windows to the soul. If one has done this kind of thing enough one knows exactly what it will take to get the truth from any individual.

In the case of the first suspect who was 18 this was easy- child's play. I told him that we needed to know what was planed for next week and we knew that he knew. I told him that we were going to use the Aztec method on him if he wasn't cooperative. He asked what was the Aztec method?

I told him if he didn't tell us honestly exactly what we wanted to know we would stop the questions and do this: We would amputate his arms and legs at the thigh, cut off his dick and ears, nose eyelids and lips, cauterize the wounds and place him in a glass cage it in a public square. We would photograph him and send the photos to every newspaper in the world making certain his and his family certainly received them. The Aztecs had done exactly this to many of their adversaries and such brutality kept the peace for hundreds of years.

Of course, he understood (or believed) that we meant exactly what we said. There can be no possible doubt in the suspects mind about your absolute determination to do exactly what you said. Of course, this was just a bluff. We certainly were not prepared to do any of those disgusting things. What we would do is this; once we were certain that he had told us all he knew or couldn't tell us anything more because he didn't know any more, he was, at that moment, completely useless to us and we just quietly and painlessly killed him and disposed of his remains such that nothing was ever found.

Regretfully, this is always their fate. Even when we knew the suspect was just that, a suspect who knew nothing and that we had made a mistake- no one ever walks out of an interrogation of the type we conduct and lives to tell about it. Once we learned what he knew or didn't know, he died- it is that simple! Sometimes we used physical pain to extract the story but often, psychological threats and drugs were enough.

To make this kind of thing work, the suspect has to believe that once we knew what we wanted and needed to know, we would make sure they were safe. We offered transport to their homes or wherever, we offered changes of names, new documents, facial surgery, whatever, money, or a job even. Of course, these were all lies to get them to spill it. Once we wrung them dry, one way or the other, we always killed them.

How did we do this? The currently favored method of euthanasia in our practice is that of the so-called “two injection method.” This is what we used with our "suspects." I go into this in some detail as you all need to know. You have gotten your hands dirty so far by reading and learning about our dark world so, read on and get to the basics of the killing business.

In our approach, an initial injection is given, either in the vein (IV) or in the muscle (IM), to achieve extreme sedation. A second injection is then administered IV to overdose the vic with an anesthetic drug. Of course, we have the same problems here that any nurse or Dr. has - how to find the right place to place the needle. We tell the guys that we are going to administer a light drug to put them to sleep and they will wake up someplace safe so " don't resist and it will all be over before your know it." This usually works and isn't far from the truth!

Both injections are considered “overdoses” of medications normally used for sedation, tranquilization and /or anesthesia, Here’s a brief run-down of the common drugs we use: The first injection: Profound sedation; Telazol- Telazol is a pre-mixed cocktail of two drugs (tiletamine and zolazepam), which is a very common sedative for both cats and dogs (and, as we know, humans). Tiletamine is considered a dissociative anesthetic and zolazepam is a valium-like drug in the family of benzodiazepines. Is this more than you wanted to know? Too dammed bad, quit whining like a girl and keep reading! Wimp!

Neither drug is very pain-relieving and yet, together, they lead to an extremely effective sedation that approximates complete anesthesia. When administered as an overdose as part of euthanasia, a complete anesthesia results (no pain can be felt). At least, as far as we can see.

Ketamine, another lovely concoction- Ketamine is a dissociative anesthetic (which technically means that the brain and body are experienced separately by the patient) most often combined with valium to produce the same effect as Telazol. Ketamine, however, has some pain-relieving effects, which makes this combination preferable for routine use during our "procedures." As an overdose, however, as in the case of euthanasia, the physiological differences between ketamine/valium and Telazol are considered minuscule. Often, Telazol is preferred in these cases because it is not as rigidly controlled by the Drug Enforcement Agency as ketamine, a commonly abused “club drug”-date rape!

Propofol: Another drug we use commonly to induce anesthesia; propofol is not commonly abused and it’s ubiquitous. The problem is that propofol (nicknamed “milk of amnesia” for its white coloration) is relatively expensive. Not that we particularly care- it's not our money- it's yours! We often however, keep the remains of their one-use-only vials to use as the first injection in the two injection method of euthanasia. This recycling of medications is highly effective. Over time, I've become quite good at administering our little cocktails. I've lectured at some of our training sessions and am considered a pharmacological expert.

All of the above drugs are delivered via IV for 'euthanizing' our vics. We like that term over execution but, of course, we all know the difference- we are, after all, executioners. The IV is used because Propofol can’t go IM and both Telazol and ketamine/valium sting when delivered in the muscle. Nonetheless, a brief sting is considered acceptable by many of us. If you pinch the vic in a sensitive area just when puncturing his skin with the needle he often doesn't even feel it. We blindfold them to make it easier. The biggest benefit of IV injection is the speed of action; most of our vics are deeply “asleep” within seconds and dead a few seconds later.

Medetomidine: this drug is excellent for inducing a pain-relieving sedation with a sting-less IM injection. Mixed with opiates and other drugs, it also works well for painless IM injection.. Acepromazine: “Ace,” as it’s known, is a tranquilizer we commonly use to 'chill out' 'aggressive' behavior through IM injection. Though we much prefer to use small doses of Domitor mixed with opiates, Ace is popular.

Xylazine: We often include this drug in the first injection cocktails. It’s most commonly used as a tranquilizer but it’s a great choice for overdosing as part of the first injection. None of these drugs we use causes an “awake” form of paralysis. We are not merely rendering the vics motionless with our choice of first injection drugs- nothing less than a profound sedation / anesthesia followed by a painless death is our goal.

The final injection- Barbiturates: We use barbiturates for the second injection. Many different preparations of barbiturates are used to overdose the vic quickly. These are almost always given IV for a rapid onset of cardiac arrest (within fifteen to sixty seconds in most cases). We monitor the heart and note the final palpitations (beats)- quiet and painless. The amount of barbiturates like all drugs, depends on the vics weight (body mass). We have forms that give us this info.

Sometimes, however, if the first injection is extremely effective (as it is designed to be), an intra-peritoneal (into the abdomen) or intra-cardiac (directly into the heart) injection is considered an alternative. This usually happens when the intravenous route becomes complicated by severe dehydration, shock, or some other process limiting ready access to the veins. This is the case more often that not. Fear, translates physically as a stress reaction. We have had some cases where the vic knows full well that its over no matter what- he knows he's done. These are the hardest to deal with. We take great pains to make them comfortable and convince them that we are, after all, just civil police carrying out our duties. We wear clean suits and police uniforms, we treat them gently and use the politest possible discourse - at least initially.

We've learned over the years that Intra-cardiac injections of barbiturates are painful and should NEVER be administered to any vic that has not been anesthetized or verifiably unconscious. An intra-peritoneal injection of barbiturates in a conscious subject, however, is considered a humane method. Indeed, from many witnessing, I do not believe these injections are painful, but we don't opt for this method as it is too lengthy as the vic too slowly falls into a deep sleep. To me, it does not seem so predictable a process as the two injection method and we generally are in a big hurry! At this point we have no further use for the vics!

Is one injection enough? Some of us opt for the one injection method. As recently as five years ago a majority of our subjects were saying bye- bye using the one injection protocol and while it is still considered humane, the rascals will often struggle and appear to resist. The two injection approach, by contrast, is a lot more peaceful.

What if they move after the second injection? Movement after death (such as an intake of breath) is not considered a sign of pain or incomplete euthanasia. It is common. In fact, some movement is typical. It happens because of electrical impulses remaining in the peripheral nerves of the body after brain waves have ceased. Because less movement is seen if the subject is deeply sedated or anesthetized before the second injection and because some of us are often disturbed to see movement after death (no matter how normal it is), this is another reason most of us opt for two injections.

Is an IV catheter necessary? Sometimes we place an IV catheter prior to euthanasia for added security. Doing so depends seems to depend primarily on the guys we have giving the IV injections. It does, however, ensure that things go more smoothly in most cases, but it is not strictly necessary. In fact, we tend not to use them because I know how much many vics HATE having IV catheters placed no matter what we tell them. Some, of course, guess that we're lying and that this is it. Then we wind up using a heavy lead filled leather sap to prep them for their final voyage. Always works! We give the first shot and then place an IV catheter. I prefer this approach as it's easier, quieter and the guy doesn’t feel the catheter at this point.

Summing up; I know this is a more than you ever wanted to know but damn it, you have to know how it is in the real world and I'm sick of the crap you all have been fed by the bleeding heart libs etc. We can't just finish the interrogation and show them the door. Comon, they will run like hell to the group and the attack is called off until another day.

We aren't going to lock them up- where, for how long- under what charge? We aren't law enforcement, we don't have a bunch of lawyers running around .We are an action team. We stop the bad guys and that's it. No questions asked! We are specialists with years and years of intensive training. I can name the drugs in my head and can write them down with the exact spelling. I can recite their side effects and proper efficacy. Want to join us? Try learning the drugs we use and exactly how to administer them. Maybe I can use you in the next interrogation- if you have the stomach for it! Do you? We don't hire psychopaths. This is serious work for serious people- some level of empathy for the vics is a requirement.

We had put the two under using Sodium Pentothal and threatened torture. One never told us anything - he died first. Useless bastard! The other, believing that his pal talked, spilled his guts- especially when he finally believed that we would use the 'Aztec methodology.' We cut his ear off and when he saw it- that was it! He blabbed and blabbed. We got it all. Thank God! Evil bastards!

We got the info we wanted. Here's what we learned. An attack was planned against a private Catholic high school to be carried out in the morning hours on Friday. Ten Muslim fanatics were going to attack the school and kill as many of the kids as they possibly could. They had no escape plan- just keep killing until they were killed. They had machine guns and explosives. They were determined to kill the kids and their teachers- period!

The question we had - would the cell attack absent the two we had invited to our partly? We had all the names and addresses.- we knew who they were! What to do? I, of course, wanted to round them all up and feed them to the crocks- alive, one by one if possible- wishful thinking, but a nice thought.

In the end, we sent cleverly disguised messages from their late buddies letting them know that they had decided to go home and forget about Jihad. Somehow, this stupidity worked. On Friday, at the appointed hour, four cars driven by our eight eager Istishhads (martyrs) or Shahidies (same thing) were on time. We had GPS transmitters on all their cars and vans. They pulled up to the school. Four went in and two went to guard the back and front doors to shoot any teachers, staff or kids trying to escape.

The four who entered were gassed the moment the doors closed behind them. Snipers shot the other four. There were no kids or staff at the school. They never came that day and the idiots never bothered to check. The whole thing was over in under a minute. We dispatched those we had gassed shooting them in the head. In less than twenty minutes we and they were gone. Not a trace remained- anywhere! That's what's expected from us and nothing less!

Oh, the cement guy? He was found inside one of his cement trucks the following week. He was clogging up the works. He was listed as a suicide. His family moved back to Cairo and his company was shut down and the assets sold off to fund our teams. Seems he made a donation.

This is a long chapter, I know. You probably have more questions about our methods and 'euthanasia,' as we define it, deserves nothing less than a complete discussion. Of course, it's purely extraction and execution- we know that. Certainly, some of those we send 'home' that way are not so guilty but, once we have them in-hand, we can't ever let them go. No publicity. I don't care if we caught Fancy Pelooosy herself. She would meet the same fate. In fact, in her case, I wouldn't mind...worthless criminal bitch! Her day was coming!

Of course, at first, it’s a difficult experience, emotionally, and I hope to help set your mind at ease about any of our medical issues that you may not know about or may have misgivings and questions about. We aren't into inflicting physical pain for fun. Drugs are used and threats- rarely physical pain. Once we have what info we want we 'send them "home' in as painless a way possible. I hope this will help you understand the real world with a more mature grip on realities and less stress over the technical aspects of torture and 'euthanasia' as we practice it. I can't begin to tell you the many, many times we, and the many like us, have saved your civilian ass.

Footnote: So how do you get rid of ten bodies?(Corpus Delicti as they are.) OK, good question. In our Pompano warehouse we have a small tree shredder (sitting on a 20' x 20' plastic tarp, surrounded by a wooden structure suspending a wrap around plastic covering) that runs on a quiet electric motor. When it's convenient, we dump the vic in, clothes and all, and tiny bits fly out into 5 gal plastic cans. We dump the remains down the toilet or sometimes about 20 miles offshore in the Gulfstream. It's fast, clean, neat, no muss, no fuss. Of course, there's always the everglades! By the way, blood won't penetrate plastic. When we finish, we always test the area with Luminol, which is a presumptive blood reagent used to detect trace bloodstains. This reagent's sensitivity is known to be one part per million- a better detector of blood than the Great White. When luminol is exposed to blood, it reacts with the iron-containing heme group of hemoglobin and its derivatives to produce a faint blue/green chemiluminescent reaction. Any minute traces are removed with a very powerful detergent chemical or our own design- same with the plastic tarps. Our motto- "leave nothing to chance- leave no evidence-ever!"