
Fighting the Dragon Part Three
by Beowulf
Inside the house our mark was tied to a stout chair naked and gagged
with duct tape. Sweat dripped down pooling on the floor and he gave off
a foul odor that reminded me of old gym clothes forgotten in the locker
for the summer. His eyes were wild with fear and looking everywhere at
once. Marco retrieved a small black case from his wet sack and opened it
to reveal a medical instrument resembling a pneumatic vaccine injector.
Lined up in very small glass tubes were little pellets smaller than the
size of a peppercorn. Looking at our mark he carefully loaded six of
these pellets into the injector and then donned latex gloves. By now our
mark was really squirming and making whining noises. I silently hoped
his heart didn’t give out during the next step.
Because of this worry I though it best to tell him what was going to
happen. I looked him in the eye and said “We need to be able to trust
you 100% but you’re not a trustworthy guy. To earn your trust we’re
going to inject these small pellets into the base of your penis, four of
them to be exact and then two more inside your scrotum. They will sting
going in but soon the pain will stop. In exactly 48 hours they will
release fast acting nanobots that will frankly eat your penis and testes
right off while at the same time moving into the central part of your
body.” By now his eyes were wide open and he was staring at the injector
and that was when his bowels let loose and a brown ooze started dripping
from all sides of the chair onto the white tile floor. Man, this is the
part of the job you really learn to hate. I continued “See this device?”
I held up a small device that looked like an electronic stud finder. “If
you do as you’re told we’ll tell you where to find this device and
instructions on how to use the frequency it emits to deactivate the
nanobots after which they’ll break down in your system and go away
forever.”
Suddenly Marco reached out and grabbed his penis and pulling it out
taught brought the injector to his penis and like a nail gun shot it in
the base on all four sides, and then quickly pulled his scrotum taught
and shot it twice as well. It was over in seconds and our mark had
fainted but not before releasing a stream of urine that Marco barely
managed to avoid. He looked down at the man, disgust clearly written on
his face. No matter, we had his cooperation and he’d do as instructed.
We woke him by pouring pitcher of tea from the refrigerator over his
head and continued our briefing. After making sure he understood Marco
injected him with a sedative that would last a few hours, cut the duct
tape, and we left.
Days before I’d already reserved a series of hotel rooms across
different areas of Pattaya via an internet café and on-line booking
services using names and credit card information provided by a local
Bangkok hotel receptionist.
While working a case for the Citibank fraud department (decent
retirement work to keep busy) a few months earlier I’d discovered a
young receptionist named Ta was recording ID and visa card information
of customers and then sitting on them for months. Once the customer had
been gone for months and probably used their visa card in hundreds of
other places she’d sell the information to a friend of her boyfriend who
would then craft new cards and use them locally to order expensive
electronics on-line having the items delivered to an apartment used as a
front for the deliveries. If it was a visa/debit card she got the PIN
and they’d use these to withdraw cash directly from ATM’s.
At the same time other cards were Fedex’d off to associates in Taipei,
KL, HK, and other places in SEA to give the appearance the cards weren’t
all being stolen and used from one location. This was actually a
brilliant scheme and very hard to track down and if I didn’t get lucky
and catch the main card maker trying to blackmail a local embassy
official I might never have caught these guys. He was quick to give up
his card operation and his off-shore associates in exchange for not
being prosecuted for his blackmail scheme. More I think he was afraid
the official just might decide to seek justice outside the judicial
system.
Wrapping up both the blackmail and visa card case in one operation
allowed me to leave the young Ta and this card operator ‘on the hook’ to
me personally. I allowed them to operate on a very low key level
provided they now worked for me. Now when I need ID or visa cards for
temporary use which aren’t associated with my current employers I get
quality products fast. More, Ta had proven very adept at providing
discreet free rooms at her five-star hotel and several others where she
had friends and arrangements. These rooms have proven to be very useful
for meetings, debrief, and the like.
Why did I need these extra rooms in Pattaya, especially when Blackwater
had already provided us with sets of fake ID and plastic? Because they
knew the names and numbers and could track us. It always pays to have
resources no one else knows about, several layers if you can arrange it.
These sort of precautions might only buy you extra days or hours but
often that’s all you need to get out of a situation. In this case I’ve
already mentioned I didn’t much care for the three stooges they sent me
when I requested some hired help.
While checking their records I found several fabricated time periods and
this indicates to me that at a minimum Blackwater was unwilling to share
their entire histories. Worst case was these were NSA operatives here to
make sure the new encryption system was never passed on to anyone for
any reason, any way they could. Blackwater had grown from a small high
integrity security company to a major defense department contractor with
hundred of millions in government contracts complete with lobbyists,
political contacts, and probably those they’d want to protect in
exchange for who knows what.
The obvious point is that Marco and I were expendable to Blackwater at
the first sign of trouble and having a network of rooms and other
resources available that only we knew about could help get us out of
Dodge if everything went bad. Unknown to everyone but myself and Marco
before I’d flown to KL and on to our contact with the luxury yacht I’d
made a quick trip to Pattaya where I’d quickly arranged for three cars
which I placed around the city in carparks with a trunk full of
equipment we might need if things went bad. Pre-positioning equipment
and resources is old habit for those of us in the trade, everything from
battlefield surgery kits to ID and cash to weapons and clothes. If
everything went smoothly I’d return to Pattaya next week, retrieve the
contents of the trunks, and return the cars. No one would ever know. If
we needed to use the cars the rental agencies would all remember a
farang (foreigner) of different names and descriptions if they
remembered anything at all.
To be continued...
Stickman's thoughts:
Starting to get
interesting.
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