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Interview with former Executive Outcomes employee, Wayne Bisset

Today, I have for you another exclusive interview, this time with former Executive Outcomes trainer and adviser, Wayne Bisset. Wayne was kind enough to tell us about his time with the company, Angola, and what life was like out in the bush. He also rightly has some fun with me due to my naivete of how warfare is waged in Africa! Check it out:

Please introduce us to your professional background. Were you in the military and/or police before signing on with EO? What was your employment prospects after the end of apartheid before finding work with Executive Outcomes?

I grew up as a Jehovah’s Witness and it was assumed I would sit for three years in DB as a conscientious objector, my childhood friends did this. I did not like the religion and jail was not for me, I need space, Gypsy that I am. My father kicked me out the house when I went to the SADF. I landed in 7 South African Infantry. It was a very well respected unit. I did the basic training and then did platoon weapons, ending up as a 81mm mortarist. Then we went to “the border” and I got my combat experience.

How were you recruited into EO? In your blog you mention setting up an appointment at “the house”. Was this Eeben Barlow’s residence? Who did you meet with there?

I went to my local pub and was surprised to bump into an acquaintance from 10 years back, 7 SAI. He told me about this “job up North.” The house was not a residence as far as I could tell. Office and some guys may have slept over. I met a few guys but do not recall seeing Eeben. I was interviewed by a few chaps that I really can’t recall their names. A Sergeant Pelsa did the paperwork.

What was spelled out in your contract as far as the type of work you would be doing and did this accurately reflect your experience with EO?

Must admit did not read the contract that much, I just wanted to go on an adventure. I stated our pay structure and we would train troops. I do remember been told all our needs would be met and just bring a pair of civvie shorts and sandals…. The first few months we did not really have stuff, like a plate or a spoon, we shared! The rest? We had a whole Brigade to train.

What was the nature of the contract you signed with EO? Duty position(s), responsibilities? How long did you work with EO (duration in years)?

The contract said we were to train troops and for 6 months we did just that. My job was to give basic infantry lessons and then train guys on platoon weapons. From those guys a few were selected and I trained them on the 82mm mortars. I then was put in one of the Rapid Deployment units.Sometimes I ran the canteen when the regular guy was on leave. I believe I spent just over a year with EO.

When and where were you stationed with EO and in what capacities?

I was based at Rio Longa and then went to Suirimo. The above answer tells you what I was doing.

Did you receive or conduct any pre-mission training prior to your deployment?

Most of us in EO were highly trained before by the SADF and we did not do any formal re-training. Mainly we just familiarized ourselves with the Russian/Chinese weapons. We spent a lot of time on the shooting ranges.

Describe your infil into the AO you worked in? What airframe(s) did you take, who did you fly with? Were the pilots also EO employees?

Here I hope I do not speak out of turn. In and out of South Africa a company called Capricorn Systems flew us. They were obviously civilians and I think contracted to do just the flights from Lanseria airport (SA) to Caba Ledo airbase (Angola) I flew in a HUGE Russian aircraft to Surimo and those pilots were Russians.

What was intake into your unit like? What weapons and equipment were you issued? Do you know how these materials were procured by EO?

Arriving in an army camp is always much of a muchness, got your heavy okes and bullies. Never mind. I did not have much trouble at all. We did have a problem with getting our personal weapons. I managed to “procure” a beautiful old AK with a fixed folding bayonet and wood stock. Later Eeben came up to Longa and he and the FAA Brigadier sorted out AKs for all. We had old mortars, the ammo was dated 1952! That we used for training.

What did your day to day life look like as a EO employee? Both work and recreation!

The day started off with coffee, then we would jog up to the training grounds and try find our troops. That done we would teach them until 11am. Angola has siesta until about 2pm. We would then eat and just lie around, the heat is very bad. Maybe do some washing or swim in Rio Longa. Then it was back up to the training grounds till about 5:30pm. Then time for beer and supper. We had a TV and video rigged up to a generator so sometimes watched movies. A few of us had books posted up and we read when we could. On some Sundays we would walk to the beach and have a braai. Longa is in the middle of no where!

When you arrived in Angola did you already have a Program Of Instruction (POI) to guide you as you began to train the indigenous soldiers? What tasks were you to train them in?

Got to love you Americans! Never seen or heard of a POI till now. lol. We just did what we were taught in the SADF, just this time we were the instructors. As we had some of the most highly trained soldiers in the world together, we each trained the troops on what we knew best. I did basics, platoon weapons and the 82mm

What was the size, strength, and disposition of the Angolan troops you trained?

There were a lot of the little buggers! A brigade. Some like my little FAA sergeant highly motivated. others shanhaaied and tried to run away all the time. They were also very young. No pay, very little food, man and horrible food at that, they were not happy chaps when we got there. Eeben got their conditions better, insisted on more food etc. Our medics sorted out their health problems and after a good few months they were happier soldiers. You must remember a lot of them were really un educated, illiterate, real African bush people.

What was your impression of the Angolan troops? What was their level of professionalism? Did they respond to the training they received from EO?

When we got there, we were given the dregs to train, not the elite troops. I met some of those guys at Caba Ledo. Ours had to be trained and learn discipline from scratch. For my part, a few months and I had a very decent bunch of infantrymen that knew the mortar inside out. They were pretty cheerful too.

What training resources did you have access too? Ranges, weapons, ammunition, ect, when working with the Angolan soldiers?

We had huge ranges, African bush is big. We had many weapons too. All Russian and Chinese. Mike mentioned the names in his interview.

What was the security situation like on the ground? How did you and your co-workers protect yourselves?

As we had FAA all around us we did not do guard duty or anything like that. We were all armed and normally stuck close together.

My experience training Afghan and Iraqi SWAT units proved challenging in many ways. One was that these troops had no concept of overhead aerial photography or topographical maps, making orientation and mission planning very difficult. Did you have any unique or special challenges facing you in training the Angolans?

I must laugh. Eish! To get these guys to keep their eyes open when firing an AK is a mission! Seriously. Again your country and Africa are very different. We don’t do the aerial photography bit. Maps they seemed to get quite quickly.

What was your opinion of the locals (civilians) in your AO? Were they hostile, supportive, indifferent? What was EO’s relationship with them like?

I did not have much contact with the civilians, just the small shop owners to get beer and sometimes the villiges at the small fishing towns. The shop owners liked our money and were friendly enough. The fishermen were simple people and we traded cigarettes for seafood. Some were fasinated by the white skin and my blond friends go a lot of attention. The language barrier made communication a problem. We met up with some French family one day on a beach, they were working for the petrol companies, again language a problem, but they saw us mercenaries as heros… ?

How would you describe EO’s support mechanisms? How did you receive food, water, munitions, and medical aide?

At first was hard. Then the logistics came right and we got things. We had two Ops medics and when I got malaria I was flown to a posh private clinic in Johannesburg. I believe that EO had a deal with them. I was a filthy mess when I arrived, just gave them EO’s name and was put in front of the que! Sorted me out and I flew back when I was better.

Furthermore, why did you guys beat up your support personnel!?!?

Yeah, Mike is going to be pissed off, but I wrote about it in the Mexican. The guys at Caba Ledo were keeping all the chow and booze while in Longa we were fucking starving! The buggers.

What was EO’s chain of command in Angola and who was in charge? How would you rate EO’s leadership?

We had a very, very lose chain of command. I thing that is why EO was so good at what it did. We all had a job and we did it. When we had a difficulty Eeben was in the camp within days, and in his quiet polite manner sorted it out. We had one REALLY mean oke at Longa, Dup, no rank or anything but he just kept things in order.

Can you describe what was the backgrounds of your fellow Executive Outcomes employees? What was their professional background? Any living legends we should know about?

Man, I was in good company. We has Rhodesian SAS, Scout or two, all the special force guys from South Africa, couple of VietNam vets too!
Some of them are legends, but in unpopular wars, Rhodesia and our “border war”

Can you shed any light on that “Portuguese commando mortar”?

I cannot. First time I saw it was the photo Mike posted.

[From a source who was there but would like to remain anonymous: Re the 60mm mortar that You refer to. It is a standard Russian 60mm. We removed the base plate. Wrapped sacking around the tube, Fitted a pies of old car tyre over the gimble to act as a base plate. This was used as a patrol mortar. Very good in contact and if You use it enough and become proficient it was deadly in fire and movement. We also put a para cord sling around the tube so it could be slung on ones back. The sacking acted as cammo as well as stopping your hand getting burnt. We could on a good day have 4 (mortar rounds) in the air before to first landed. And that was done on the run under fire. One more trick. we used a para cord sling on our AK’s as well, No rattling. As well as a para cord loop around the safety, this slipped over your thumb and allowed the safety to be taken off without any click.]

Having worked in and trained combat troops in very austere conditions, do you have any tips or tricks of the trade to share with readers?

Not really. Just don’t panic and stay calm!

Executive Outcomes has been vilified by the press even to this day. Are there any misconceptions you would like to clear up for the layperson who has a bad impression of the company?

I see that. Linked with stuff that Eeben was not part of etc etc ad nauseum. No we did not eat each other and we did not hurt innocent civilians. You must remember, apart from the excellent training, most of my fellow countrymen come from a strick Calvinistic upbringing. The know right from wrong and were taught manners.

On what terms did you leave EO and what have you been doing since then?

I resigned on good terms. My Gypsy blood wanted change. Since then? I worked in some security business for a bit, hired myself to the new SANDF for a bit, ecame a hot shot businessman in the Sound industry, got itchy feet, done game guiding for a while, started a small marketing company, worked on constuction in Mozambique for a bit, got chucked into a homeless shelter for a while, oh, lots of things…..

Please summarize any final thoughts you wish to express about EO, Africa, or life in general:

I fell into EO quite by chance. I never realized what a big thing it would turn out to be. It was a privilage and an honour to have been with them. Thank you, all the chaps I worked with. Africa? It is complicated but I would not live anywhere else.

Wayne goes into much more detail about his time spent in Angola with Executive Outcomes and life in Africa in his blog, One Man’s Opinion.  You can also read his unpublished manuscript at Chronicles of a Mexican Horse Thief.  Thanks for providing us with another incredible interview Wayne!

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Interview with former Executive Outcomes employee, Michael Da Silva

I’ve got something special for you today, an interview with former Executive Outcomes man Michael Da Silva as well as some of his pictures from his time in Angola.  Executive Outcomes continues to make for a fascinating case study in modern warfare, one that readers of this blog are probably familiar with by now. EO was perhaps the first truly successful commercial venture in what is now known as Private Military Companies. Much vilified by the media, Michael helps us shed some light on what life was really like while working for EO.

Michael was a logistics guy, the type of dude that Hollywood does NOT make movies about, but is none the less of vital importance. Without a constant resupply of ammunition, water, food, and fuel, soldiers on the ground will be fighting the shortest war in history.

Please introduce us to your professional background. Were you in the military and/or police before signing on with EO? What was your employment prospects after the end of apartheid before finding work with Executive Outcomes?

Michael: i was a national serviceman in the south african air force. 1987-1990 i completed two camps in 1991 and 1992 ( i volunteered for these camps to get away from civilian life dreardom and get some serious drinking accomplished) i was trained as an ops clerk and my primary tasks were tasking of aircraft, flight plans, organising casualty evacuation procedures and monitoring of search and rescue operations and monitoring of all aircraft in our sector of operations.

employment prospects were ok i suppose, tons of boring dead end jobs and loads of time to do inane everyday civilian things like coordinate ties with shoes.

How were you recruited into EO? I recall in Eeben Barlow’s (Executive Outcome’s CEO) book that he mentions doing some recruitment drives…

Michael: i was recruited into EO in a bar by Bryan Westwoods stepson gary. he(gary) by the way didnt last very long and left cabo ledo after our first beating by the operators. a very necessary rite of passage in order to define our position within the heirarchy.

What was the nature of the contract you signed with EO? Duty position(s), responsibilities? How long did you work with EO?

Michael: i signed a basic contract with basic waivers and secrecy clauses. i worked for EO for just on 7 months and decided to use the cash to jump start my own very successful private security 1 man business. thanks Eeben. i resigned and am probably one of the only employees who requested a letter to confirm that i was employed by EO. i did this as a proof of employment so i would not be scoffed at as one of the many who suddenly all worked for EO. i got very worked up one evening by a charlatan who was lying to people about working for EO.

When and where were you stationed with EO and in what capacities?

Michael: i was stationed at Cabo Ledo base primarily and detached to the airwing as a refueller and flight line/ runway skivvy. further duties were sentry duty at our boom within the cabo ledo base, weapon store duties( basic maintenance of small arms). hell i even took out the trash! we dumped it in the “veld” adjoining the base in what was known to be mined. when we dumped our rubbish we would await the FAA troops arrival to scramble through it for food. we called it “breakfast at tiffany`s” was transferred to longa to clear a heli pad but we never got round to it. we dug a shit load of long drop toilets! late august 1993 to early january 1994 exact dates elude me i was in cabo ledo for “the new years debacle” booze- operators- koevoet – bats all in one place saying their unit is superior led to a lot of “tension” i slept that night with a chambered round in my RPK.

What airframes did EO operate and how were they used?

Michael: EO in my time had two king air 200`s and used as taxi`s. a pilatus fighter and used as i guess a fighter. mi17 transport helicopter. and just as i left a mi8 hip gunship.

What did your day to day life look like as a EO employee? Both work and recreation!

Michael: pt in the morning, dreadful breakfast, off to the flight line and conduct a quick runway inspection. check jet a1 fuel for impurities, marshall aircraft onto the apron, refuel, search luggage and interior of plane to make sure “contraband” such as weapons werent being smuggled into south africa by staff going on leave. we went to the beach and drank. real military style.

What did EO’s logistics infrastructure look like? How were troops on the ground supplied with ammunition, water, food, and fuel?

Michael: at first we had no weapons, and food was shit. that however changed very fast and we were reasonably armed and real food was flown up to us by EO. life was good. power was always an issue due to diesel shortage.

Who flew EO’s air bridge from SA to your Area of Operation? Were the aircraft purchased or chartered?

Michael: ask Eeben. i just refuelled and minded my business. i was just a skivvy.

As an aviation specialist, what were the unique challenges you faced operating the austere conditions encountered in African war zones? Any tips and ticks of the trade you would like to share?

Michael: dont try and put in electric powered runway lights. electricity is erratic at best. dont bother with battery operated runway lights. they were constantly being stolen and nearly every FAA soldier had either a green or red landing light in his tent or bivvy. take a healthy sense of humour with you.

What was the security situation like on the ground? How did you and your co-workers protect yourselves? What weaponry was made available to you?

Michael: we were issued bulgarian ak47`s and russian manufactured RPK`s. if you wanted something more exotic you simply purchased it from the FAA soldiers. one dude bought a spanish version of an uzi? my buddy bought a couple rgd 5 fragmentation grenades and fully loaded ak magazines. simple, cash is king.

As a former Special Forces soldier myself, I know that some countries attempt to limit what type of weaponry we could bring in to train with when working with indigenous forces. For example, I know of one SF team who trained forces in a Middle Eastern country who were prevented from bringing 7.62 ammunition and weapons chambered for the same caliber into that country. Did EO operate with any such restrictions? Were any items required for your mission flown in “under the radar” to your knowledge?

Michael: ask Eeben. i didnt partake in actual battlefield readiness training. the  closest i came to training was simple weapon stripping to a few FAA soldiers who had never field stripped their weapons. these soldiers stood beat with us at the guard hut at our boom.

What was your opinion of the locals in your AO? Were they hostile, supportive, indifferent? What was EO’s relationship with them like?

Michael: EO had a fantastic attitude toward the locals. we definately practised the hearts and mind approach. we were NOT thugs.

Eeben had a frikkin good group together.

Was EO’s resupply air bridge interfered with in anyway? Did neighboring countries refuse to open their airspace? Did intelligence services attempt to subvert your supply lines in anyway? If so, how did EO attempt to circumvent this?

Michael: not that i know of. if there were objections we certainly didnt know about it. we landed and refuelled in Rundu namibia when i flew for the first time in country. no one came to check on us, no one gave a shit.

I notice that you also pulled double duty as something of a unit armorer. What weapons did EO posses at this time? Were they procured locally or brought from South Africa? Please give a basic summery of what the arms room looked like and what it contained.

Michael: NO weapons came from south africa! we received our weaponry from the FAA via bulgaria or wherever. we had pkm`s ak 47`s , rpk`s ` grenades , rpg`s, 60mm mortars, dragunov sniper rifles. etc. basic weaponry. oh and in that picture, the most deadly weapon of them all cases of J&B whisky.

In one of your pictures I noticed a mortar system that is sometimes refereed to as a Portuguese commando mortar. Could you elaborate on this weapon? Is this an actual weapon system or merely a “sawed off” Russian 60mm mortar? How did you come across this weapon and it what manner was it employed?

Michael: i beleive it was a russian 60mm mortar. the operators used it and i havent the foggiest where it came from.

How did you part ways with EO and what has life been like since? Have your worked elsewhere as a private security contractor?

Michael: i parted ways by resigning and requesting a letter to confirm my employ. i worked in south africa for myself sub contracting in the security field. i drove the rolling stones and did hotel and vip lounge security for bon jovi. more of that is on my c.v online www.michaelbdasilva.20m.com

Any final thoughts you would like to share with us?

Michael: EO was a life changing experience for the better. loved it. i was always a militaristic person and working for EO was an honour. thanks once again Eeben.

Thanks for doing this Michael! In addition, Michael’s mind melting blog can be found at The Da Silva Code.

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PROMIS Issue 1: Vietnam

As you can see the main page here at Reflexive Fire has been hit with a shotgun blast from my new short entitled PROMIS.  It is the first in a series that will follow Sean Deckard, the father of the protagonist in my novel, Reflexive Fire.  The first issue revolves around Sean’s time running recon with Studies and Observations Group (SOG) and taking part in cross border operations during the Vietnam War.  You will also be introduced to Leon Petraska, a CIA funded scientist with some big ideas that the brass isn’t quite ready for.  Remember, you can sample the first five pages right here on the website before buying PROMIS for 99 cents at Amazon.

Click the picture for the Amazon link.

Sergeant Sean Deckard has been running recon with America’s ultra secret Studies and Observations Group for over a year, taking part in cross border operations into Laos, Cambodia, and North Vietnam. Coming off a mission that nearly decimates his entire team, Sean is given yet another suicidal task. It is a mission that could end the Vietnam War, a mission that powerful forces will do anything to prevent from happening.

Issue One in an exciting new military fiction series.

Short Story / Approx. 45 pages.

Also, don’t forget to check out the preview of Issue 2!

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Chapter Thirteen online

“We are entering an entirely unique period of history, one unlike any era of the past. In the near future power will be drawn from new centers of gravity, the very idea of the state quickly becoming obsolete. Old mechanisms, old systems of vertical integration give way to non-state actors. I am speaking of a complete shift in paradigm not just in the political and economic arenas but a shift in social dynamics as well. This will be a shift in energy itself. Complete deinstitutionalization will take place in the coming decades. As the state bleeds credibility and legitimacy the new centers of population will turn towards the multi-national corporate conglomeration, the guerrilla organization, the terrorist group, the privatized army, or other free agents. Crime and war will blur. Citizen and soldier alike will be thrown into direct competition with every single human being on the planet.

“While the old paradigm will persist deeper into this century, it will become increasingly irrelevant. The old powers still attempt to shape the geo-political landscape but this new energy will outpace any monopoly on state violence. While the global south continues to construct federations to stand against western influence a new type of undeclared global insurgency will rise in the place of these old powers.”

Jarogniew looked up from the podium. The participants seated around the stage were hanging on his every word, large eyes searching for insight from the world’s mapmaker.

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Chapter Twelve online

Jean-Francois rolled the dice and lost, the two hundred round belt having been exhausted by him holding down the PKM’s trigger leaving him with nothing but a smoking barrel.

The J-10 closed in.

Cannon fire spat from the aircraft, large caliber rounds tearing up the ground and headed straight for him. The former legionnaire winced a moment before the anti-aircraft rocket smashed into the side of the fighter jet.

The impact fuse on the missile detonated the fragmentation warhead lighting up the J-10’s reserve fuel tank and separating one of the wings sending the rest of the jet into a out of control spin. Separate streams of fire flashed out in the night sky as the wreckage crashed into a hill behind the UWSA compound.

The second J-10 coming in behind tried to pull up, the pilot having seen what happened to his partner. He popped chaff just a moment to late as a second HN-5 missile snaked right up the jet’s tailpipe and exploded, blowing the aircraft out of the sky.

With the back end taken out the aircraft folded on itself, wings blazing, the fuselage engulfed in flames. The pilot never had the chance to eject as the enormous g-forces hurled him back and forth before the entire jet separated and fell to the jungle below like miniature meteorites.

JF set the machine gun down, remembering to breath.

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Chapter Eleven now online

Deckard pointed to the front door, his other hand gripping his rifle, directing his men into the casino.

“Go!”

The assault squads pushed through screaming civilians and made entry through the double doors, the sounds of slot machines emanating from within.

A gunshot cracked in the darkness, Deckard looked up just in time to lunge out of the way.

The would be trigger man went face first into the cement, his teeth skipping across the street and bouncing off Deckard’s booted foot. Edging backwards he looked up, the neon lights on the building preventing him from seeing into the darkness above.

Spraying the lip of the roof with a hasty burst of fire, he continued backing towards the protection of one of the assault trucks, his shots taking out segments of the neon bulbs. Another shot sounded, another body collapsed forward, this one down with arms hanging limply over the edge of the roof. His H&K G3 rifle smashed through another neon sign on it’s way down before landing on the sidewalk amid a shower orange sparks.

The Sigs were a good choice after all, Deckard reflected.

Running back across the street he pushed through the door and into another gunfight.

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Chapter Ten is now online

Turning from the scene, one of the supposedly dead Burmese suddenly launched at Korgan, the triangular shaped bayonet under the AK-47 narrowly missing his abdomen as the Sergeant Major twisted at the hips to avoid it. Undeterred the militia man sprang on the Kazakh pushing him into a nearby table, metal tools rolling off the edge and paper schematics flying into the air.

Momentarily stunned Korgan lost his grip of the fore guard of his rifle. Seeing an opportunity, the Burmese decided to grab at his AK and wrestle him for it, his own apparently out of ammunition or jammed. Reaching out with his weak hand Korgan grasped something on the table and swung it as hard as he could.

The solid steel billet caught the UWSA gunmen just above the eyebrow splitting the skin. The militiaman collapsed to the cement floor like a empty coat, dead from a fractured skull. Korgan looked at the billet in his hand, blood and skin coating the corner of it.

Shrugging his shoulders the squad looked on with nervous laughs.

Tossing the billet aside, it struck the ground just as the factory’s windows imploded sending triangular shaped pieces of glass everywhere under a torrent of gunfire.

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Chapter Eight preview

Jean-Francois walked into the hanger wearing cut off camouflage shorts, Jerusalem cruisers, and sporting the kind of sideburns that get good men killed in combat according to Sergeant Majors the world over. He wasn’t a conventional soldier and having walked across the Astana airport from the civilian terminal he had just arrived at, it was apparent this was not a conventional operation.

The hanger was packed with tan colored assault vehicles loaded down with weapons and ammunition, with individual rucksacks strapped onto the sides. Kazakh mercenaries jogged back and forth carrying out their assigned tasks, loud voices filling what little empty space was left inside. Green and brown jungle uniforms were washed, combat boots broken in, weapons were handled with comfortable confidence.

These guys looked like they were wired pretty tight.

Definitely not the type of Mickey Mouse operation he had half expected.

Behind him trailed two other former military men he had flown from London with. During the flight conversations had been guarded as they felt each other out.

“Ah, replacements,” a voice boomed from across the hanger. “Love me some fresh meat!”

A big black guy with dreadlocks motioned them over.

“Where did you come from,” he asked tossing Jean-Francois a AK-103 rifle.

“London.”

“I know that dickhead, I mean what outfit were you in?”

“The Legion. 2REP.”

“Jesus, you probably won’t make it back,” he muttered. “What about you two?”

“I was with Force,” the guy with the high and tight haircut announced.

“Recon? Yeah, your fucked too. How about the other guy?”

“Operational Mobile Reaction Group,” the Polish mercenary said in stunted English.

“GROM, huh? Holy shit, I’m really going to have to talk to the boss about this. This shit ain’t right.”

The trio of new recruits looked sullen, the former Marine looking down at his toes.

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Chapter Seven

Chapter seven is now online.  Get ready to meet a mob boss from Taiwan who rents white body guards as a status symbol, a Colombian banker in Ginea Bassau who knows who the American drug lords are, and the perfect assassin who lives five separate lives at the same time.

Here is a sample:

Mousa Zerktouni was one of five separate names attached to five separate lives committed to his photographic memory.

The Mousa alias was French-Moroccan. Others were British, French, Saudi, and Indian. He spoke the languages that accompanied each name, each identity. Each had an entirely different life that went along with the name. Families, schools, lovers, career highs, and personal lows. They were all seared into his mind with laser precision, his recall being tested regularly by his handlers.

His fingerprints were not his but had belonged to a Chinese cadaver and were surgically grafted into his fingers one by one allowing him to bypass the biometric systems in various airports without raising any red flags. Likewise, his face had undergone numerous reconstructive surgeries making it nearly impossible to ascertain what his real age was.

He was deniable, invisible, and if need be expendable.

Chapter Seven

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