Assassin: The True Story of One of America's Most Successful Assassins

Robert J. Firth, J.C. Scott

Description

This is a factual, no-nonsense book as told by a professional American assassin. The stories he tells are descriptions of true events with only a few names changed for obvious reasons. The author pulls no punches and never softens the story to make it more palatable. What you will read describes accurately the preparation, dedication, training and mind-set of a man and his associates who kill America's enemies for a living.

Sujets

• History
• Histoire

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 28 septembre 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456629199
• Langue: English

Extrait

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Are We Completely Crazy
A Dogs Life

 
 
 
Assassin:
The True Story of One of America's Most Successful Assassins
 
by
Robert J. Firth
 
and by
J.C. Scott
www.robert-j-firth.com
London. New York, Gibraltar , Miami, USA
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events and real people or places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and events are products of the authors' imagination and any resemblance to actual events or persons living and dead are entirely coincidental.
 
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For my wife and editor,
She finds mistakes than I often miss.
Thanks for all
FOREWARD
This is a factual, no-nonsense book as told by a professional American assassin. The stories he tells are descriptions of true events with only a few names changed for obvious reasons. The author pulls no punches and never softens the story to make it more palatable. What you will read describes accurately the preparation, dedication, training and mind-set of a man and his associates who kill America's enemies for a living.
 
You will learn of actual events that you can independently verify if you wish. Much of the secret war against Islam that goes on right in your backyard and indeed, around the world, is never reported. The simple reason for this is that no one in the media has any idea whatsoever that any of the events have happened. If they did find out they would likely have to be taken care of!
 
The bodies are dispensed with like the garbage they are. Nothing is left to indicate anything ever happened- cleanup teams. What you have read in other books written by men who never did it (armchair adventures, Walter Mittys etc.) is all make-believe. What you think you know about how this business works from movies is garbage for kids.
 
Your government and mine claim that they don't assassinate their enemies. That is poppycock! They do, they always have and continue to do so. Without men like the individual telling this story they couldn't. The 'grey quiet men' do the killing while the fat fools pontificate and blab about their virtues ....all the while... their hands are dripping with blood.
 
You will learn what the concerns are of the silent men who carry out this kind of work. You will learn about their techniques and weapons as well as plans for the future. You will be exposed to the real deal here so, get a hold of your stomach and dive in. It's an ugly but never boring world.
 
General Michael Jones-Varney, Rtd.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I first met John Scott in 1979 in Lagos Nigeria where he was "tying up a few loose ends." I was flying there for an oil company and he was aboard several of my flights. We met at the Swim and Racquet club in Lagos and, over the years, have become close friends. A few years ago he asked me if I would help him write this book. You will learn what he meant by "tying up a few loose ends" as you read this book.
 
Scott is a serious quiet man, about 185 lbs, average in height with sandy brown hair, shocking blue eyes and carries himself like the athlete he is. But the sport he excels in differs somewhat from those where gold metals are handed out.
 
Like many of America's war fighters, John was born in a small town in the south, he grew up hunting, fishing and trapping. He was always more comfortable sleeping in the woods than any house. John was given a gun at 14 and taught very carefully to respect and fear its capability. He never misuses firearms. As he says, "all firearms are designed for one thing- killing. No one shoots to wound- that's stupid!" Some people shoot targets but, for real hunters, that's only so that when they shoot to kill they don't miss.
 
Scott has a talent for language that became apparent in his sophomore year in high school. He studied Spanish and Russian at university. He was, and remains today, inordinately strong and fast- faster and stronger than anyone I know. He runs forever and never tires. John has a good mind and is quick at math. He studied engineering and even worked as an engineer. John's Father, like mine, was a senior pilot with a main-line air carrier and that's really what he wanted to do. After school in fact, he did exactly that giving up engineering.
 
Vietnam came along and, as the Navy paid for his education; he owed them 4 years of active duty or 8 in the reserves. He was in the reserves, flying for a small Midwestern airline when recalled to visit the pearl of the Orient and kill some little yellow men. Because he was a pilot and because one of the alphabet agencies needed pilots, he was seconded to this outfit and entered a dark and secret world although, at the time, I don't think he knew that.
 
Scott has spent by now some 50 years in the killing business. He remembers each and every personal kill with great clarity. To a degree, He's still in the game which has changed significantly as the trade craft tools have developed. The organization is faster, quieter, better prepared and better armed- they have tools and weapons today I couldn't have imagined.
 
I will tell you about John Scott's life as he told it to me- in the first person- and let's see if you think it's as glamorous and exciting as you and Ian Fleming imagined!
 
Robert J. Firth
CHAPTER 1
BOCA RATON FLORIDA, NOVEMBER, 2003
THE HUNTERS HOUSE
The dog was nervous- the house still, only the light rain and wind in the dark trees could be heard. Waking, I felt a primal fear, a not unfamiliar sense since my denunciation of Islam became public in my books. The silent vibrating alarm inserted into the mattress and, repeating on the black tactical wrist watch, dragged me from my troubled dreams at 04:30 this cold Wednesday morning.
 
Waking in the dark isn't a new experience. I slipped on the NVG's and, rolling to the floor beside the bed, pointed the silenced Swedish K toward the door. Guardie, my Sheppard, was staring intently, softly whining in anticipation of the kill. He had been highly trained to kill silently, no growling or barking, just a fast lunge to rip out the carotid artery.
 
The hidden battery powered monitors clearly showed three assassins lurking in the hall. I pushed the yellow button on the plywood panel under the bed... a silent gas flooded the hall. Almost instantly the intruders fell inert and noiselessly to the carpeted floor.
 
The alarm triggered the moment the infrared life forms were exposed. The exterior monitors showed another murderous Muslim beside the hedge in the back yard and one in the front drive next to a dark van. The hatch in the floor next to the bed opened into a tunnel that exited with a downward opening camouflaged hatch behind a small trailer in the west corner of the yard.
 
 
Sweedish K: Kulsprutepistol m/45 (Kpist m/45) also known as the Carl Gustav M/45 or the Swedish K SMG, is a 9 mm Swedish sub machine gun adopted in 1945 (hence the designation m/45) at the Carl Gustaf G-F facility in the city of Eskilstuna by Swedish weapons designer Gunnar Johnsson. The "Swedish K" was used by SOG teams early in the Vietnam War where Scott first used it. Because its origins were not in the US, so could be considered "sterile" for over the fence missions. The m/45 was the official sub machine gun of the Swedish Army after World War II. The m/45 was also used by U.S Special Forces in the Vietnam War, these weapons were devoid of markings. In U.S service it was known as "K-Rifle" or "Swedish-K".
 
The greenish NVG light clearly exposed the killers head standing not 20 feet away. The flash suppressor subdued the noiseless 9 mil mercury filled sub-sonic rounds exploding his head. He fell on the grass without a sound! Guardie was disappointed that he didn't get the kill. We crept around to the front yard killing the fifth jihadist. We waited for 20 minutes without moving- there were no more.
 
Reentering through the back yard tunnel, I activated the gas removal vent fan system and opened the hermetically sealed heavy steel reinforced bedroom door. Moving the three sleeping Jihadist goons from the interior hall onto an old shower curtain in the garage, I wrapped their heads in heavy towels and slit their throats! I put the two in the back and front yard in a wheelbarrow and moved them into the garage. Not a sound did this all this make. It was over in 20 minutes. This was the third time they had tried. It wouldn't be the last!
 
My wife had moved into an apartment rented under her maiden name but I stayed in the house solely to lure in and kill as many of the crazed Islamists as I could. My precautions and little surprises were expensive. The escape tunnel alone was over twenty thousand. The noiseless gas dispensers were located in every room and operated from a panel under the bed. The front door was purposely left as a weak entrance point. An easily defea