Assassin: The True Story of One of America's Most Successful Assassins. Robert J. Firth
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.
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