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CENTCOM Whistleblower Former Sergeant Details Traitorous Stand Down Orders On 9/11

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CENTCOM Sergeant Details Traitorous Stand Down Orders On 9/11

Military whistleblower comes forward with key information

Military whistleblower comes forward with key informationSteve Watson / Infowars

CENTCOM Sergeant Details Traitorous Stand Down Orders On 9/11

Military whistleblower comes forward with key information

Steve Watson / Infowars | September 26 2006

Alex Jones was joined on air yesterday by a former Sergeant in the United States Army named Lauro "LJ" Chavez. Chavez was stationed at MacDill AFB where he claims he witnessed unusual preparations for a potential airplane hitting the base on the morning of 9/11 and distinctly heard officers talking about a stand down. This has led him to go public in questioning the NORAD stand down and the demolition of the twin towers.

In a letter that first appeared on the 9/11 Veterans For Truth Website, Sergeant Lauro "LJ" Chavez responds to a Cincinnati Post hit piece article by outlining his own doubts about the official version of 9/11 and his personal experiences of the strange prelude to the events of that morning.

Despite early (and healthy) reactions claiming this may be a hoax designed to poison the well of the 9/11 truth movement, Sergeant Chavez has now provided us with evidence of his credentials, his honorable discharge documents showing the military installations he was located inside. The last station he held was inside United States Central Command in Tampa - the pdf can be viewed here.

Mr Chavez was quick to point out that he does not have all the answers, but does have what he feels is vital information regarding the events of 9/11:

''I'm in no way in a position to tell people that 'this is the official story so believe me', no, I want to give people the information so they can go away and look for themselves and formulate a logical decision with all the evidence." Chavez said.

Mr Chavez worked within CENTCOM, one of the five American regional unified commands consisting of Marines, Navy and air force officers.

CENTCOM's area of jurisdiction is in the Middle East, East Africa and Central Asia. CENTCOM has been the main American presence in many military operations, including the Persian Gulf War, the United States war in Afghanistan, and the 2003 invasion of Iraq. Chavez was stationed at CENTCOM's headquarters at MacDill AFB, in Tampa, Florida. His commanding officer was Four Star General Tommy Franks.

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Chavez worked in the J6 department that was in charge of all the computer systems, the network backbone of CENTCOM. Chavez ran a team of six soldiers on the helpdesk network side. He was personally responsible for the maintenance of commanding officers computers, including those of General Tommy Franks. He has letters of recommendation from Franks and even went to Franks' house to work on his computers.

Chavez described how the military has a ring of computer networks according to different security clearance levels. Chavez worked only with systems classified as top secret or higher.

On the morning before 9/11 Chavez was in the Secure Compartmented Information Facility, the secure bunker at the base of CENTCOM HQ which is populated by high ranking military intelligence personnel. This is a facility that requires a top secret gamma clearance. Inside are systems that can monitor weather systems and flight paths of all aircraft within the country.

That day he was involved with supporting computer equipment being used in the Vigilant Guardian exercise and another exercise based in Egypt. On this day Chavez got to see information that he wasn't supposed to see.

"I was working on psyops commander's computer and next to his PC was a top secret document that was open, his neglect was my ally, I was sitting there working on his computer and was waiting for some passes to download and I look over and I'm reading the document, and it's the off order for the exercise that they are participating in."

This raises major questions because normally wargames or exercises are not classified as top secret as it is a requirement to let some information be public, especially if the exercise is taking place in a populated area.

Chavez continued:

"So I'm reading this document and it's giving proposed situations for scenarios for this wargame the scenarios include a hijacked plane, most of them were hijacked planes, I saw one that was like a car bomb trying to blow up something, but one of them was a hijacked plane crashing into a nuclear power plant in California, the Sears Tower, the World Trade Center, The Pentagon obviously, the White House, our building was one of the targets as well."

Chavez went on to describe how CENTCOM HQ was being heavily fortified the day before 9/11 and access to the base was restricted to top secret personnel only. This ties in with a declaration of Martial Law by Jeb Bush two days previously throughout the entirety of Florida.

Chavez also described how during the exercises the aerospace grid with "enemy" blips on it has to be piped in to the air traffic controllers of all the airports in the affected area so they know there is a military exercise going on. This ties in with the released NORAD/NEADS and FAA tapes and accounts that are riddled with references to the drills and exercises taking place on 9/11.

Chavez described the plot as "genius" and stated:

"If you want to crash planes into a building, and you've got the aerospace grid at your beckoning call, so you put a bunch of blips on it so no one knows which ones are real and which ones are fake...

All you have to do is have someone in charge of the computer systems to put the blips on the screen and then you can do whatever you want."

Chavez proceeded to detail the key discussions that he heard inside the bunker on the day of 9/11:

"I didn't get to see tower one hit, I was in there talking with individuals and i was tired, I'd been there since four in the morning. Then all of a sudden everybody started hustling and bustling. it was like NASA when Apollo 13 was about to crash, everybody running around, and then they put it on the big screen, CNN with the tower on fire.

Then we see the other plane come in and hit it and at that point everybody is standing up. The air force had commanders in contact with NORAD. The plane, or whatever, hit the Pentagon and then we were like 'Why aren't they scrambling jets?' We were asking, there was eight or nine people... Colonels and Lieutenant Colonels asking the Lieutenant Colonel in charge of the air force 'why isn't NORAD scrambling jets? and he said 'we received an order to stand down''.

And that just perplexed everybody."

Mr Chavez did not know the Lieutenant Colonel and so does not know his name, yet if he can be identified, then we have uncovered a direct link to the stand down order. If that man or any others who were present at CENTCOM on 9/11 can be identified and made to testify under oath, then the whole cover operation could be blown. A real independent investigation would have secured this.

The entire riveting interview is freely available online at now. Please spread this information far and wide.

Mr Chavez has since been informed that the computer company he now works for, as information security manager, has been receiving threatening phone calls demanding his dismissal. Mr Chavez is another example of someone who is bravely putting his career, reputation and life on the line to get the truth out about the 9/11 cover up.


This is Cathy Garger's AMAZING interview with Sgt. Lauro Chavez, about what he saw at Central Command on 9/11. I took the liberty to edit out most instances of words such as "like" and "you know", as well as repetitions of words, that make it difficult to follow. Please read the ORIGINAL, FULL-TEXT Garger transcript here for Lauro Chavez's exact words:

Kathleen Roberts
September Tuesday 26th 2006 (17h59) :
Veteran in Central Command Bunker on 9/11 Speaks Out
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Veteran in Central Comman Bunker on 9/11 Speaks Out -
Interview with former Sgt. Lauro Chavez

Cathy Garger

As an Auxiliary Member of Veterans for 9/11 Truth I came upon a post on the V911T Yahoo group with regard to veteran Sgt Lauro Chavez. Soon after, a copy of a letter reportedly written by Lauro Chavez was posted on the group's website: .

Before continuing, it might be helpful to read the details contained in that letter (link above). Below is the transcript of an interview with a man who identified himself as Lauro Chavez. Chavez claims he was in the bunker of the US Air Force Central Command, Mac Dill AFB, Florida, on the morning of September 11, 2001. Lauro Chavez also claims to have served personally under General Tommy Franks.

Intrigued by this veteran's remarks regarding 9/11, I interviewed Lauro Chavez by phone on September 24. After the interview I attempted to confirm his identity by calling the Public Affairs office of Mac Dill AFB. I was told that although I had the right to know whether or not a certain employee had worked at that base, the computer was unable to bring up former employees' information. The Mac Dill Public Affairs representative conveyed that although she had worked there during September, 2001, she could not recall hearing of anyone by the name of Lauro Chavez. I asked if this was possible given the number of individuals who serve at the base and she agreed.

On the Info Wars website, however, confirmation of Sgt. Chavez's military record is posted. With thanks to Alex Jones, this alleged verification of Sgt. Chavez's military record document appears on the Info Wars website:

I use the words "reported" and "alleged" as I have no way of knowing if the following information is true. I can state only that the following is a telephone conversation that took place between myself and a gentleman claiming to be Lauro Chavez. While I did my best to write down every word exactly as heard, please know that some repetitive words ( "like" and "ya know") have been removed.

There are many theories regarding what happened on 9/11. Mounting physical and scientific evidence increasingly suggest, however, that far too many disturbing anomalies and un-answered questions exist concerning the "official story" told by those in government and by those who served on the 9/11 Commission. My purpose is to provide only the transcription of the interview with a man identifying himself as Lauro Chavez, who claims to have been within the US Air Force Central Command bunker the morning of September 11, 2001.

You, the reader, are invited to draw your own conclusions about both this interview and the story that has been told by the US federal government and the 9/11 Commission.

Cathy Garger September 26, 2006

Two corrections to the story -

Chavez wasn't talking to his girlfriend (It sounded like, "was in" but it was actually said as "wasn't").

Colonel is improper term. Title was Lt. General.

Apologies to Lauro Chavez.

************************************************************************ INTERVIEW WITH LAURO CHAVEZ (September 24, 2006)

Questions marked by Q, asked by Cathy Garger

Q - What made you want to tell the story now?

Good question. Honestly when 9/11 happened and ...we're standing down there in the middle of this exercise and I was... it kind of scared me, I mean, if you really want to know the honest truth. It was like really troublesome...and then I really couldn't... I didn't have time to really run through things in my head because...very soon after I was deployed to Afghanistan and I that situation, I didn't really think about anything other than...making sure I came back in one piece. And that was always kind of my philosophy... it's always been in there, back of my mind. And then when I came back I started to...ask some questions like well like, what's this deal with the NORAD thing...? How come one of the most sophisticated defense forces in the world could be out-thought and out-gamed by these tattered little guys (laughter) ya know? And I really just never got any questions, never got my questions answered

And I worked right for General Franks, I don't know if you're familiar with who Tommy Franks was? He was - I was the only individual allowed to work on his personal communications at his home and in his plane and I'd ask, General Franks, a few times...know, when I was over his house, and... "Sir, what a ya think about all this"?... There are some things that need... that just happen and they need to happen and we don't know why they happen but..." He gave this really, like, ominous answer and I'm like, Whoa man! Ya know, I wasn't expecting that.

...I joined the Army because I wanted to be a part of something bigger than me. I think it really it really took it away when I found out that maybe not all this was as it seems and what am I... what am I putting my life on the line for here - my countrymen... or somebody's money? ...if my heart's - not in that then, there's nothing that - I couldn't be... I couldn't be a comrade to these people. I didn't think along these lines - I wanted to shake them all awake and say, "Hey! What are we doing here, ya know?"

Q - How soon after 9/11 did you go to Afghanistan?

It was about 2 ½ weeks after 9/11 that it happened, the 26th, a couple of weeks, few weeks.

Q - Before that, you hadn't added it all up exactly?

My really good friend that was a Colonel that I talk about that used to run the Army Corp of Engineers ..... We were down there in the bunker and we were...watching it, and we he was making these funny comments But at the time...I think I was just shock and awe just like everybody else. Everybody was..."Oh my god I can't I can't believe this is happening!" and nobody could really rationalize what any of these details were back then so it was more like, he was saying these things to me and... I can't believe that these planes just blew these buildings, up are you kidding me? I'm really, like, so dead.

What made me want to tell the story? At first I...ust wanted to be quiet because I knew something that I probably shouldn't know and thought, "Man! What would happen if this got out?!" And then, I started [to] run into Alex Jones and get on the Internet. Then I've got...eight friends at work and we'd sit around and we were like conspiracy theorists because we don't believe in the mainstream media, and...I can't believe this many people that actually think that something was wrong! I figured that everybody else idea. So when I started to learn that people are starting to...want questions answered and they're not getting answers and there's specific reasons they're not getting answers... and I thought, "Well like maybe its' time for me to go ahead and tell my story" and... like then I kind of know something I shouldn't know....

Q - When you were watching the drills. You said, "Then the plane hit the first tower". How did you know the plane hit the first tower?

They went right to CNN. Okay, so we have, in the bunker, okay, I also... It's the funny thing, is because, the op order I saw for the exercise, now we were supporting Vigilant Guardian, which was the exercise that was going on and we weren't directly involved, but we, from a support standpoint, you know, any deployments to the Middle East or anything that goes on in the Middle East goes through Central Command because that's where there area of operation lies, the entire Middle East.

So we're in the skip and you had to have a top secret, you had to have a green badge to get in there, and...I worked there in the network shop, so I was always in and out of there, and so I was in there...working in there and I was in there talking with my girlfriend, and I wasn't, I keep saying, I am not going to say his but I go in there and well, I go visit with him and he's just a really interesting guy and there's a lot of interesting people...I got to meet lots of people at that command that were just fascinating... war heroes... so, ya know, the psychological operations guys, we call them psy ops, the ones who figure out all the leaflets, to broadcast music in Iraq to... get the guys to come out and surrender. And they're really good at what they do. Well, that's where I saw the op orders for the exercise that showed the scenarios for the planes crashing into our building which didn't explain to me,...why they were...ramping up.. They put big barricades around our building and...there were sandbag machine gun posts, and there were guys upstairs with rockets. It was very interesting. I was like, Wow, ya know? Especially the classifications exercise is what really like spurred questions, like, Why they classify a coded operation above the secret level? I mean don't want everybody to know what we're doing, but this was like, really, really hush-hush...this exercise and...nobody knew...and everybody's asking me...Why do we have machine guns on the roof today? I'm like, I don't know.

But, the bunker, they've got...a bunch of, different...they monitor all kinds of stuff, and they've got the guys who monitor live satellite feed over to the Middle East, I mean, you can... literally watch trucks and people walking around. I mean... people have no idea the sophistication of the equipment that we have. I mean they really don't know. I'm like, Wow! That's a truck! Holy cow, there's...two guys getting out of it! I mean..this is...from...thousands of miles away, in Florida...we're watching this! So anyways, the like the part of the North American air space field...we we know..where all the F16s are...that particular specific command to joint base, controlled by the Air Force, well the Air Force runs the base, Mac Dill Air Force base, we've got Air Force guys there. And then we've also got Army Navy and Marines and so the Air Force individuals...they're air traffic controllers, they're...the big air traffic controller guys, and they monitor... all the aero-space exercises that are going on here in the United States. And especially when they've got F16s or something out flying...they want to make sure that they know where they're at, they've got 'em on the radar, it's not just us monitoring them, there's other places like CUKA(?) they're keeping track of these so, in case we lose one, we've got...confirmations from...four different bases that know, "Hey, we actually lost a plane, what happened?" Did they have to eject, is the guy alive? So they've got this...big screen, and they show all this plane traffic and they start putting these fake blips on. And we've done this tons of times the Army...when you get...a screen and you... assimilate, like, well, this is where the enemies are right here, these red dots simulate the enemies on our front, and these are just... We're out on the back yard of our base and playing games, basically, but we...visualize that there's a real enemy and they put it on the screen and they show, like , okay, we kill these, these tanks over here, so...they do these exercises over and over again, these battle tactics and stuff.

So they start putting these blips on the grid showing these enemy aircraft, and then some of them were supposed to be hijacked planes and...that was just very interesting to me and that was one of the things I caught, I mean... it would be really easy to put all these fake blips on the screen, because I think it's Andrews Air Force base reciprocates that grid so the air traffic controllers...for Washington...and New York, so that they know...what planes commercial inbound and outbound and these are...exercise planes...They were all aware that we were...doing an exercise, the Air Force was doing a big exercise, or whatever...which is why these air traffic controllers were like, Is this real world or exercise, I mean, he asked that...because they, we, have to let them know if we're gonna fly planes...within the city limits or whatever.

So they don't see these other planes and start calling people and say "Hey, ya know, there's mysterious planes flyin' around, You guys doing an exercise?" And ya know, it's regulation that we let them know if a person's doing an exercise, especially flying planes over airports and over major cities and stuff like that.

So it was just very interesting to see all these fake blips on the grid and then you crash planes and that way nobody knows, well ,which ones are real and which ones are fake, ya know? ... cos they're just on there, and we've got over-ride codes and we just put blips on the screen and they're, we're pretending that they're either hijacked planes or they're Russian MGs...and they're headed for Denver and...whatever, whatever scenario they choose and it was just very ... At that point, it started making sense to me and I thought about that and it was like Wow. That's a pretty good... that's a pretty good setup for doing something, is the fact that you hide it in an exercise, where everybody thinks...."Calm down, NORAD's, everybody's like, we're just doing this big exercise".... And then, ya know, all of a sudden... planes crash.

Q - Some people are saying no planes hit the towers at all, so what makes you know? Why are you convinced that it did?

I'm not sure that it did. I mean, honestly, I saw the same thing everybody else saw. As soon as it happens, they flip all the big screens to CNN and FOX and...we're all watching it. At first, everybody starts getting this hustle and bustle, and everybody in the Command's...I'm like, in the bunker and I'm like, "What's goin' on?" Everybody's gotten busy all of a sudden...and it looked like NASA guys, like when Apollo 13 was going to crash? And people start going nuts and they flip the screen on, so somebody got a call and was like, "Holy shit, we just got attacked"! And so, then they...put this on the screen and we're ...watching the re-play of the plane... and I didn't see the first plane hit the tower.

I saw the second plane hit the tower. I watched it fly into it, but I mean, they they've got some pretty.... I've heard the theory that it was blue screen technology, and it holographic and I know that the military's been working on holographic research for a long time. I saw an exercise where they wanted to, like, holographic a giant façade of Allah over Iraq to get the people of Iraq to surrender (laughter).

Q- When a plane crashes you can identify that plane always, even when it crashes and is on fire. And they did not, in any of the four crash sites, found any information that pinpoints the wreckage with any of the particular flights - not 175, 11, 93, or 77. Have you heard of anything?

No, but I know that, I mean...when I got out of the military, I live in Cincinnati but I worked up in Dayton for Air Force research laboratories and they do all the... research on the development for space common Air Force, so I've seen... all their stealth - the new stealth, that the public doesn't even know about yet, that they've got...Like, everybody's heard of UCAV... the Unmanned Aerial Vehicle, that flies around. You can drop bombs now, they've got a stealth version of that, it looks like a little Dorito, it's...about the same size as a UCAV it's got about a 15 foot wing span but it's all black, it's...completely stealth.

And it' an internal bay for like rockets or bombs or.... I mean it's...amazing. And I've actually seen the working a lab and they turn the jet boosters on and they ... play with it, with the controller and stuff. And honestly, my opinion is that they... Those were drone planes that were flown into the buildings because, that way they could have had internal explosives or something that ignited, that way, there was no wreckage left over...They were made out of a certain material that normal planes are not made out of .

But...just like the place in Pennsylvania, I mean, I've seen pictures and... everybody's watched Loose Change and... there's no wreckage It's very bizarre. What? I don't know. Nobody knows what that is and I mean, that's the thing. Every other plane crash in history there's been plane crashes unless they went in the ocean... and sometimes even then, we can find pieces.

I mean, there's something else going, there's something going on...the whole point of it was to shock and awe, was...the catalyst, required to uh, "the new Pearl Harbor"... It's what they said in Operation Northwoods...And I've read that document pretty, pretty thoroughly a few times and ... this is very possible.. And then what really makes me mad is that, well, ...I don't guess it makes me mad, but I find it humorous kind of, actually, that Bush gets on...TV and is like, "We had no idea that... Who would have thought that they would've used planes?" And I'm like, "You jackass! I've been training for this stuff forever! I mean, I know!" He's the puppet. Really. I think it's pretty much unanimous that Bush is not running this country. I mean somebody else has to be running it...he does not have the... I mean, he can't even hold the book the right way when he's reading to the kids. So... He's definitely not very intelligent.

Q - Now that you know what you know and you were sent to Afghanistan... Did you still think in your mind that you were trying to get the Taliban, Al Qaeda, or Bin Laden?

That's the thing. I flew into Kabul Airport,... I mean literally when our C5 came in, we were escorted by jet. We were escorted by F15s and we were getting shot at... they were literally... pop-shotting up at the planes as we were trying to land because the Special Forces and the Air force para-rescue guys had just... cleared it...we were there...five hours after... the fire fight where they actually got everybody...all the Taliban moved back out of the airport so that we could land planes...So... I'm on a, we're on a big C5 and we've got all our vehicles underneath us, and I'm just like, "Oh God, ya know, this thing could fall out of the sky, because it doesn't ..." I don't know if you've ever seen a C-5 fly, but it looks like it's not even moving, it's so big. So it's really easy to...shoot at, like a machine gun...and...there were bullet holes on the sides of the plane. And of course they didn't come all the way through, but and we're all looking at them later and I'm like, "Holy cow, we're getting shot at!"

But, yeah, I thought we were going to Afghanistan to hunt down Bin Laden. I'm helping in the search to hunt down Bin Laden. No. Not the case. Actually, I actually was providing communications for special ops guys and then I was pulling roving guard, guarding the pipeline.

Q - Guarding the pipeline for oil for United States... corporate, right?

That's right. A lot of people don't know about the pipeline. A lot of people, when I talk about that are like, "What are you talking about?" And I'm like, "Dude, there's a huge... like, the Alaskan pipeline, that comes all the way through Afghanistan, like down in the Gulf, it comes through Pakistan..." I don't know where all it goes, honestly I haven't really found a whole lot on it, but... I was, I had to pull shifts, like every two or three days they'd..... I've have to pull a six hour rotation, on top of a humvica(?) driving around pieces, these sections of this pipeline to make sure that...guys weren't going to come blow it up. And... then, that's when I started thinking..."What am I here for man? I'm not protecting people, I'm protecting oil!" Ya know, who wants to get shot for that? They give you guys awards...and I'm just like, "For what?...what did we do? We protected someone's money...somebody's investment."

Q - So when you were over there for eight months, right? So did you, during that eight months, figure out 9/11 and that Bin Laden was a fraud and all that? Or did it take you longer than that?

No it took me longer than that. I think...most Americans don't want to believe that. I didn't want to believe it. Especially since I was part of the the time... So I really was... it took at least... When I came back and I moved up here to Ohio and then after I started...running it through in my mind, I'm just... trying to replay just never really.. None of it really made sense. And that's when I started doing research on the Internet and I found...Alex Jones, and....Then... I found, there's... so many people, that are just.... the thing is, they're not unified in any way...There's like thirty sites, that I know of, that people are all over the place, I mean, that's the thing that's...

There's a war going on. And it's a war for people's consciousness. And the very first thing you'll hear anybody say when they want to... be victorious over a people..."You need to divide and conquer"...We've heard that forever, "Divide and conquer, divide and conquer" and that's exactly what they've done. They've segregated the people of the United States - and of the world, by race, status, by how much money they make...everything is meant to keep us from being ... a whole. And so...that's the thing. That's the reason why we're still in the situation that we're in, because we haven't got the power, as a unity, to,..figure out what's going on and to demand the answers... So... that's the thing.

I always think to myself... What can I do? I've been asked to go speak at Northern Kentucky University in the next few weeks and I'll go down there and talk to the people. And I'm speaking to 50 or 60 people, I guess, and I'm going to tell them the story and I'm not telling the people that the government did 9/11. I'm going to tell them that, "You do the research for yourself," because that's really only the freedom we have... to speak for ourselves and figure out what's going on here...

... first off... I'm a soldier. I'm highly trained. And I... can still carry weapons. I'm to the point where...I'm not scared...I...have a bumper sticker that says: "I love my country. It's the government that scares me." I trust nobody in uniform at all anymore, I mean none anymore...not at all unless they're...military, Army guys when I see the guys come back and they're giving the new badge, I want to let you know the fact that I appreciate that I don't want to ruin that for them.

Q - I know that a passenger plane did not hit that Pentagon. I would swear to it, because I have studied every picture, ya know?

Yeah, There was definitely not a plane. And I actually got a...a verbal confirmation from one of my friends, Sgt. Worthington(?) soldiers, and I asked him if a plane hit the Pentagon? And I called my buddy, I was, like, Jeez. I wanted to make sure he's okay. And I talked to one of the soldiers and I was, like, "Man, are you guys all right?" and he's like, "Yeah, we're fine, " and I was like, "Where'd the plane hit?" and he's like, he couldn't see a plane. And I'm like, "What?" And he said, "Yeah, I can't talk about it. But I'll have Sgt. Worthington(?) call ya."

So you know, then Sgt. Worthington(?) calls me back and we were on a STU phone , we weren't on a commercial line, we were on a secret STU, which is our classified phone, and uh, he's like," I can't talk about this." And I'm like, "We're on a secure line, man," and he's like, "I still can't talk about this." And I was like, "Okay." And then he got shipped over to Qatar, in Bahrain, I guess, or wherever, whatever base is over there.

Q - Could it have been a missile?

I think it was probably, I thought it, personally, I thought it would be a cruise missile. They're the easiest things to fly, um, they are very accurate, very accurate. I mean, you could fly them right through the streets...they're only...about twice as big as a snowboard...they're not very big missiles at all and when the wings pop out, you could just guide that thing, you could guide that thing right through an alley. I mean, just the thing that bothered me is the wreckage... I mean, there wasn't enough plane there. An aluminum plane couldn't have done that much damage to that building, there'd have been no way.

Q - I have read that a commercial jet, or any jet actually, does not vaporize into thin air.


Q - So a plane would still be there, right? Even if it crashed and exploded into flames, right?

Yeah. You can't incinerate metal. You'd have to have, like, significantly high temperatures. It's ridiculous, like the fact that these... these aircraft just disintegrated is... beyond me. There would be pieces of it, even if they fell down in the towers, there would have been wreckage. You know, you would have found big pieces, of it...There's no way, I mean, nobody... you can't vaporize all of it. Some pieces, I mean you could take all the pieces and try to assemble the plane back, but you'd be missing some pieces, obviously, because some of it does obliterate, it'd be so small you couldn't find it, but not all of it. That's just... It's too, too perfect, I mean, that's the whole problem with this. They made it look... too good, ya know?

When I talk to people I tell know what? You can have whatever theory you want about what brought the towers down ... Explosives, the planes, the pancake theory, I don't care, I...want to know: Why did building 7 fall? I want to know where is the plane that hit the Pentagon? You show me those 2 things and I'll shut up. I will shut up and never talk about it again.

Building 7 - Larry Silverstein - and that's the thing. They brought all the rest of those buildings down, too. A lot of people don't know that. He owned the whole complex. And so, they brought it down because it had pretty heavy damage from the towers falling on them, but they could have re-builded [sic] them. From where they were. I mean, the structure was still there. I mean, they were in bad shape but they could have been rebuilt, but when you got a... you got a multi-billion dollar insurance policy, it's easier just to break everything down and start from scratch.

That's my thing. Like...what if the planes did hit the towers? I mean, Well, Silverstein still had to know about it because then he had demolitions bring his building down just as well, it's like, we lost two, we might as well lose all seven of them. It doesn't make any sense to me. Especially once I talked to my demolitions friend, I was like, that's the thing. Okay, well, the buildings were on fire. Building 7 was on fire. Okay, so you expect the American people to believe that you went into a building - on fire - and strategically planned probably one of the most perfectly done controlled demolitions in the entire history - in a matter of hours - in a burning building? That doesn't happen! That stuff takes like weeks and weeks to plan like the joists have got to be... and the holes have got to be drilled perfectly, in certain places and all wires have got to be run and the timing's got to be perfect I mean ....there's too much sophistication that goes behind something like that to believe that it happened in a matter of hours in a burning building.

Q - You had written that you had worked a bit with explosives? So you know you could not take a 47 story building down without great work?

C4, yeah. Oh yeah. Especially for the towers, if it was indeed, it was controlled demolition, that would have been a team of people, I mean it would have taken about 10 or 15, it would have taken a lot of people and in my opinion, a significant amount of time, maybe a month, in and out of there and just so many... I mean if you have seen them take the building apart, you know, I mean, like, show you the steel framing, and how it was built, it was so complex. There was just so many places that explosives...that had to be planted.

Q - So you think it could have taken up to a month? It could not have taken a day?

No way. I don't think they could have done it that day. No way. No way at all, no.

Q - Did you hear the President say the explosives were put in the buildings by a terrorist?

No. I didn't hear that. Yeah. I figured that would happen eventually. The terrorists got in! [laughter] Most all of our ... Ya know, and what are we paying the military intelligence for? What are we paying the CIA for? This is what you guys' job is - You believe like one guy or two guys came in - What? As janitors? Like, what the Fuck?!

A lot of this is common sense stuff. You don't have to be an intelligent professor. You don't have to be, you don't have to know physics. You can look at it and just go, Well, what... Did building 7 fall? It was barely on fire. Well, ya know, people just... I don't think people want to know. I get that a lot. When people I try to talk to... they don't care, they don't want to know, they don't want to believe that. They would rather believe that everything's fine, and the government's our friend, and they're taking care of us. And it's totally not... It's addictive stuff, man. It's totally not what's going on.

Q - Back to Afghanistan. You must have, when you were in Afghanistan... Were you exposed to Depleted Uranium?

No, not at all. But they... Anytime we deploy the armor, the armored divisions for the Abrams tanks and the Howitzers over to other countries, they use Depleted Uranium. And it's not just... A lot of people think well, the DU is just from bomb flashes. No no no no. The DU comes from rounds used in a lot of the tank rounds like the 101s and the 150 millimeters, those guys are the ones that are using the DU rounds, especially the Howitzers...and they can put those things...8 miles, down range, and...that's the thing - they do great, I mean, they do what they're intended to do. The bad thing is... it makes the land almost uninhabitable, you know, right in that spot. You can poison water supplies that way...

Iraq's the same way. I mean, they've got junk yards with old tanks and stuff. And these guys are working around it and the rads are off the chart! These guys are...walking around with these old tanks, they're...selling scrap metal off old tanks from the Gulf War. But...when we deploy our tanks' battalions, the Abrams specifically has depleted uranium rounds that they use and they are sabot depleted uranium so they have like a casing that...inside, inside the Abrams, they've got a holding bay for the rounds. And when you load them into the gun there's like a real thick, I don't know if it's plastic or if it's porcelain, there's a casing over the actual DU head. And when it comes out of the barrel it sheds that casing, and then it's Depleted Uranium, it's just, like, a spike. And it does... The damage is tremendous. They do their job. I mean, it can... You can kill anything, but you ruin the land, because of the radiation.

Q - Going back now. When you were with NORAD what was your job? [Note: I had meant to say Central Command, which is at Mac Dill AFB]

NORAD is based in, I think, Colorado. But, we were watching one of the screens. It's...a live, it's like a live feed. It's piped in from NORAD and it's a live feed of the aerospace grid of the United States, so we can, so the air traffic controllers at Central Command planes fly patterns and this kind of stuff, and make sure that nobody went down. And it was a controlled exercise - like most exercises that the military does, it was controlled, so we that wasn't anything that was bizarre - the fact that they, you know, that because we saw that grid all the time. But my job for Central Command was to provide communications, so I worked in the network shop there and people had computer problems. I'd go out and fix their computer problems, but.. I just wandered around...

Q - So it [his job] actually wasn't anything to do with the ops, but you happened to see it because you were there?

I happened to go in there, yeah. And of course, the op order was out in the psy ops guys, and I was peeking over the first page of it, you know, it was, like, opened to, a page. You know, I didn't like take it out and read it. But it was a top secret document, and it was open to like, page 4, and that's when it was talking about the scenarios for the planes hitting the Pentagon, the White House, Sears tower was one of them, a building in Dallas was one of them, some place in California, I don't remember, some power station. So that, I mean, the scenarios were proposed on this op order, the document, this operational order they had had. And I looked at it and I was, like, "Wow. That's crazy!" And then...none of that even struck me as peculiar, until...later, when I'm, like later going, Holy shit! I read that document! I wish I would have stole it. That would have been the greatest thing I'd ever have done, if I had taken that document. 'Cause then I could have showed that. Like, Hey, Dude, everybody knew! I did see it, though and I was like, Wow, I wished I'd have grabbed that document! You know, I thought about that. But at the time it didn't, it didn't even occur to me. I was so busy with the fact that, you know, what else are they going to do? Is this going to be a nuclear war now?

It really did change things. And I don't think... We're being spoon-ally [?] conditioned and the people aren't really aware of what's going on and just...logically looking at stuff. I think as long as people have the .... The most depressed people are the ones who have the illusion that they're free. I think it was Goethe said that one the best. And that's exactly what it is. Ya know, everybody thinks things are fine and they don't care.... Until it affects them directly.

But ya know, I think...eventually good will come out of this. I think that we will finally remember why we're Americans and what this country was founded on...The truths and the beliefs that this country was founded on will come back. order to get there we'll have to go through these times that we are in right now. And that's...what kills me the most, is that these other countries, like, they despise Americans, they hate us. Because we're represented by our government. And it's our government that has given us a bad impression, ya know? They are representing the economics of this country, that's what they're doing. That's all it's about.

By : Cathy Garger
September Tuesday 26th 2006


-----Original Message-----


Sent: Sunday, September 24, 2006 5:41 AM


Subject: Fw: Another military whistleblower lays it out

NB: I have personally verified the identity of the author of the following letter, which
was sent to the editor of the Cincinnati Post...

9/11 Whistleblower Sergeant Lauro "LJ" Chavez Speaks Out in Cincinnati Post

Greetings Mr. White,

I felt it necessary to follow up to a recent story that

was published in Cincinnati Post. It was the 1 in 3 believe 9-11

conspiracy theory. I must admit that at first I was overwhelmed with

joy that our local paper was actually starting to have real journalism

and talk about real issues. Then I read the story and it was a total

debunk to make the actual people around the world who feel there was

something not right about 9-11, to look like over reacting

conspiracy theorists.

I'm utterly outraged. My 9 year old daughter could have done more

research in this, as opposed to just trying to throw the publics ideas

and feelings out. Is this not what journalism is supposed to represent

- real issues? There have been many, many polls done in major cities

that actually ask people how they felt about the 9-11 tragedy. One

such poll is called the Zogby poll; which was offered in New York City.

Honestly I could care less what is done with this letter, but I feel

that I should speak my mind and Ill tell you some things that I have

not told many people at all. From 1995 till 2002 I was a Sergeant in

the United States Army. Not only this, but I was stationed at United

States Central Command, which is located at MacDill AFB in Tampa

Florida. I was on active duty when 9-11 happened. In the days prior to

the tragedies, we were involved in many exercises. Some of these

exercises included the scenarios of hijacked planes crashing into, our

building the world trade center, the White House, Sears Tower, and the

Pentagon. These drills or exercises as we called them, where

classified Top Secret. Having a Top Secret rated clearance I was

dumbfounded that they would ever push a training exercise above the

level of Secret. Over my 8 years in the Army, I had participated in

many exercises around the world, none of which were ever classified

over the Secret level.

Ill start by saying a few months prior it was announced by President

Bush that Dick Cheney would be heading up operations over NORAD our

North American Aerospace Defense Command. Along with many of my peers,

we were shocked. Over the years, if you research NORAD, it has always

been under the command of a Military officer. It was done this way

because the defense of this country has always been in the hands of

such. Prior to the months before 9-11 this was all of the sudden

changed. Like I said, if you research NORAD and the command structure

you will find that it was imposed long ago that the military should be

in control of the order to scramble planes in the defense of American

air space. For some strange reason, Bush changed this and gave that

power to a civilian person on his Staff team yes I know, very


Back to the morning of 9-11; the command was busy with this training

exercise. We were instructed to bring all our gear in to prep for a

mock (staged) deployment to the Middle East. On the morning of 9-11 I

had been on base prepped and ready to go since about 0400am. During my

time at the base that morning, they were setting up barriers around

the command and placing gun posts on the roofs. When I questioned one

of the security officers about the machine gun and shoulder fired

rockets on the roof I was given the answer its a precaution for a

plane attempting to crash into this building.

So, I was standing in the SCIF (Secure Compartmented Information

Facility), which is basically this underground bunker command post for

USCENTCOM, when the first plane hit. We were watching the fly patterns

of all the planes on the aerospace grid. This contained not only all

commercial flights at the time, but all military flights, and fake

enemy planes that were supposedly put on there for the exercise. Many

of the planes sent to intercept the fake blips were scrambled from

Andrews which is an air defense AFB for the East Coast. They were sent

across the US and left very few planes to defend the capital. After

the first plane hit the tower we were all in disbelief. After the

initial shock was over, our questions were what are the odds this

could happen for real, during a training exercise thats covering the

same scenario? We were all at wits end. Then to top all of this off,

Cheney gave NORAD the order to stand down scrambling jets to

intercept. A few moments later tower 2 was hit. Only after the

Pentagon was hit, did he give the orders to scramble the jets to

intercept the plane bound for the White House.

All of this is very interesting to me it sickened me so that I left

the Army after coming back from an 8 month deployment to Afghanistan.

There were just too many questions that no one could answer, too many

things that did not make sense. How is it possible to have a training

exercise about planes hitting the WTC and then actually have planes

hit the WTC? This kind of thing just does not happen unless its

pre-planned. What reason would there be to have this type of exercise

on that morning, Ill tell you if you are placing fake planes all

over the north American aerospace grid then you have no way of

knowing which planes are real and which are fake. Then to thicken the

plot you put a civilian in charge of NORAD so that the military does

not have the power to initiate the order for jets to be scrambled to

intercept. If the military would have still commanded power over NORAD

they would have scrambled jets because they would have simply

followed the procedures that had been in place for this type of

situation for years and years and scrambled jets.

To delve even further, as Im standing there watching the towers

collapse, next to me is one of my good friends and a former commander

of the Army Corps of Engineers. He is a demolitions expert. He was

even more surprised than me. When the towers collapsed he kept saying

this isnt right, this isnt right. When I asked him what he was

talking about he told me that steel buildings dont fall down that

way. Even if they are struck by objects; he went on to say that in

theory if the top 10 floors were hit, then possibly just that part of

the building would fall over and off, but the rest would remain

standing. When I asked him, not understanding the implications of

demolitions, he told me that it looked as if they were brought down by

controlled demolitions. I was utterly amazed, but after he said that

it did sort of appear that way.

Ill tell you what gave this whole thing away was building 7. If

they would not have brought this building down, then they probably

could have gotten away with it all. It was the most amazing site I

have ever seen. Not only was it amazing, it bore reality to the truth

of the situation something was not right here. Now, Im going to

tell you all I have learned, but I urge anyone to just spend 1hr

reading about this incident on the internet and learning the facts.

There have been numerous scholars, numerous physicists that have

analyzed this over and over and over again. And they all come to the

same conclusion, something does not add up. Building 7 was never

directly hit by a plane. Now it was stated that a piece of one of the

towers fell onto the side of building 7 and caught one of the floors

on fire. A few moments later we all witnessed the most perfect example

of controlled demolitions to ever be caught on camera. It could not be

proved that building 7 fell due to fire. My friend and I standing

there in the SCIF watching in uninterruptible awe with all those other

military members; watching building 7 fall perfectly onto its

footprint; my friend stating that it was beautifully done.

We all knew then we all realized that this was not some group of

unorganized cave dwellers from Afghanistan orchestrating a perfect hit

on American soil. It was impossible. Shortly after the Pentagon was

struck I called my close friend that I went to Basic Training with.

All civilian lines were down and I had to contact him via STU which is

a black line classified phone system. He did not answer, but one of

his soldiers did. I asked if SGT Worthington was ok and he said yes. I

asked if the plane did severe damage and he told me I didnt see any

plane. Then when I finally got to speak to my friend, he started

acting strange saying he could not talk about the incident over this

line. He was shipped off overseas a few weeks later and I never to

this day have had the chance to speak with him.

The Pentagon crash tape was released a few months back after 5 years.

You need to watch that tape nowhere can you see a plane strike the

Pentagon. This is because it was not a plane. I cannot tell you

exactly what hit the Pentagon, but its unanimous; it was definitely

not a plane. I can assure you that there is more than one CCTV camera

around the Pentagon. On September 25, 4 days before my 25th birthday,

I deployed to Afghanistan. Over the 8months I was there I had never

seen one intelligent Afghani soldier. They were all tattered and

scrawny and could barely shoot their weapons straight. This does not

mean that there were not men that could fly a plane, but after what I

saw it was extremely hard to believe they could be taught to fly a

sophisticated piece of aeronautical equipment.

My point Mr. Editor is that I spent 8 months in combat watching my

brothers die in the name of Freedom. I killed, in the name of Freedom

and to this day my brothers are still being killed for this

illusionary war we call the War on Terror. Where the enemy has no face

where there is no clear objective. In this War, anyone with ill

thoughts toward this country can be defined as a terrorist. Well, I

guess that includes me in this group as well as everyone else who

questions the events of 911, because we all hold ill thoughts toward

the leadership of this country and I say the real terrorists in this

world sit right in the heart of its capital.

I have bled for this country and would do so again in a heart beat

but only to protect its people, the true Americans that live here. I

would never again offer my life under the leadership whose real goal

is oil and money. The same ones who staged the most perfect

illusionary tactic in our history that was a pretext to a war on

terror that would never again go away. Their goal was to scare the

American public into submission making it easier for the world powers

to do their evil and get away with it.

Now that may sound like a typical conspiracy theorist I guess, but how

many do you actually talk to? Im not here saying that Aliens came

down and used laser beams to bring the towers down or control the

planes that were flown; I'm telling you as a sane, logical and

intelligent individual, something does not add up about this. Earlier

this year I was watching the Discovery channel. They have a PBS

program called Rebuilding America. This particular episode was about

the WTC building 7. They interviewed Larry Silverstein (the owner)

about building 7. He stated on national TV the following which is the

direct quote and can be found here:

I remember getting a call from department commander,

telling me that they were not sure they were gonna be able to contain

the fire, and I said, "We've had such terrible loss of life, maybe the

smartest thing to do is pull it." And they made that decision to pull

and we watched the building collapse.

I actually have the program recorded and you are more than welcome to

come by my house and watch it. He actually stated this on national TV.

I was so amazed that I almost shat myself. I could not believe he

actually stated this on a nationally broadcasted TV program. You can

ask any person who has done controlled demolitions please interview

someone they will tell you it takes weeks of planning to do this. We

are expected to believe that this was facilitated and planned in a

matter of hours for building 7, while the damn thing was on fire you

have got to be kidding me. If that is not enough to make you believe

something was fishy well then nothing ever will.

Since that time there have been numerous scholars, some of which have

actually been publicly broadcasted on CSPAN. The latest program was

called: Theories about 9-11. American Perspectives and you can watch

this (which I advise you do) per this link: Theories about 9-11

(American Perspectives) or you can go to and look under

their video/audio section to find this title. Its an outstanding

video and encompasses the thoughts of not only the American public,

but also Dr Steven Jones from Brigham Young University a physics

professor that actually received a piece of the rubble from the WTC.

Not only does he profoundly agree that building 7 was a controlled

demolition he can prove it. After he analyzed the piece of debris

they found; there were large traces of sulfur and Thermite found. If

you did not know, Thermite is a chemical compound found in many

explosives including C4 which I have used many times in the Army. It

leaves a distinct smell and identifiable residue upon explosion. Dr

Jones found large traces of this from the rubble.

Sir, there are many things that I never wanted to know for one that

the government that is supposed to be caring for the American people

could be corrupt. This was the last thing that I ever wanted to be

true but its time we wake up and smell the bullshit because its

permeating throughout the American public and we are all starting to

realize whats really going on. If your news station actually did a

similar Zogby type poll here in Cincinnati, I think you would find

that a lot more than 1/3 of the people believe this. I know tons just

in this area.

I could literally write you 100 pages of truths that could prove that

9-11 was an inside job, but Id probably just be passed off as some

crazy conspiracy theorist. Instead I want to give you the tools to

look for yourself because the quest for wisdom is a journey we must

all take alone. So, to you I add the following links and if you just

spend a small portion of your day reading and watching some of this

footage, who knows you may wake up and stand along side the rest of us

in utter amazement.



SGT Lauro Chavez

United States Central Command


Lauro "LJ" Chavez

Director of Information Security

Domin-8 Enterprise Solutions



Nancy in Birmingham <> wrote:

DRAT! But no surprise!
Perhaps some organization of Jim Walters will pick him up as an expert and protect him! His recent employer is not so good. Now we know about Domin-8 Enterprise Solutions.
Makes his story more believable.
Keep us posted, please!


Cathy Garger wrote:

Ohhhhh nooooo, Sam, say it ain't so!!!! I will try to reach him and confirm....

If indeed this is true and it probably is... then what it will do is send out a message to whistleblowers to be quiet... Hmmmmm....

Perhaps when Lauro is ready he will write up something and tell America the details. My guess is that if this is indeed true he is in shock and might not want to talk about it yet. And once he gets over the shock, he not only needs a headhunter to help him find a new job.... but he needs a lawyer.

Thanks, Sam, for conveying what you know.


Sam Lwin <> wrote:

Apparently, Lauro Chavez has been fired today by his employer, Domin-8 Enterprise Solutions, just days after his allegations about 9/11 were made public.

Thanks to Nila Sagadevan for the heads up.

My condolences to Sergeant Chavez. Hope you find a new job quickly.



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Former Intelligence Operative Richard Tomlinson's Novel Golden Chain Censored By British Government MI6 Released

From Cryptome []

18 September 2006

See Richard Tomlinson's blog for the source of this novel and for updates on his struggle against MI6 and Metropolitan Police perfidy:

  "I am a former officer in MI6, Britain's secret intelligence service. I have   been involved in a long standing battle with them to clear my name after   they illegally dismissed me from the service."


[Richard Tomlinson blogs:]

Monday, September 18, 2006

Article about my blog in The Register

posted by Richard @ Monday, September 18, 2006

The Golden Chain - remaining chapters [Chapters 4-8 below, following earlier-published Chapters 1-3.]

Here's the remaining chapters of "The Golden Chain". I want to get them up on the Internet quickly before the police can start tricking the French authorities into arresting me. I've also written to the French police to give them a link to this blog, so that they can look at the evidence themselves rather than relying on a highly exaggerated international warrant from the British police. This is just a draft, and it is not finished yet, so don't start picking holes in it yet! And this is all I have done so far, I have no more chapters.


Friday, September 15, 2006

The Golden Chain - Chapter 1

Here's the first chapter of the novel I was writing, which according to the police is in potentially breach of the Official Secrets Act. I've written to the police and Treasury Solicitor and told them that I am not going to answer their letters until they either charge me, or drop their investigation and return my belongings. And if they are going to charge me, then they should also charge Stella Rimington for the same offence.

  Chapter 1


The bags had been sitting in the corner of the backroom gathering dust for nearly three months. One smart lockable suitcase, too big for cabin luggage, and a black leather grip she had bought in Paris. She never went anywhere without the grip. The shoulder strap had been repaired at the heel bar down the road at least three times to Delaney’s knowledge, but still she would insist.

“I know it’s old and knocked about, but the leather is good and it’s the perfect size,” she had told him. “I know exactly where everything is in that bag, so you’re wasting your time”, she had countered when he offered to replace it. “Besides which, it doesn’t have a stupid logo.”

That was the clincher. Derry was not one for logos. Nor was she to be dislodged once she had made up her mind. A product of the Architect’s Association at UCL, she had dazzled as a postgrad with a thesis on vernacular buildings within the Ottoman Empire. Her eye missed nothing. They had made countless trips to Turkey, Syria, Jordan and Lebanon, to out of the way dusty towns, guidebook in one hand, camera in the other.

Once, in the late eighties, they had got as far as Baghdad and spent an afternoon in the Shawaka House, a truly sublime residence close to the fish market in the Jadiriyah district, built in the eighteenth century and owned by an old Ottoman family. The visit had been fixed up by a friend at the nearby British Embassy. Delaney remembered the inner courtyard with its fountain, the balcony on the first floor and a cool evening breeze coming off the Tigris as it raced towards the Gulf. They had joked about making an offer for the house. How times had changed. Delaney wondered if it was still standing.

Now, yet again, he contemplated opening the bags. He had dealt with everything else. The funeral had been a nightmare. He’d written to her relatives and friends, planned and attended the memorial service, cleared her clothes – dealt with every aspect of the bureaucracy of death. All that was left of her was in these two rude containers.

Stephen Delaney had not returned to work since her death. A senior partner in a City bank, his colleagues had made no fuss. “Take you time, you’ll know when it’s right to come back,” Jonathan Lyddiat, the chairman had reassured him. Distinctly old school, Lyddiat was proud for it to be known that the bank looked after its own. Discreetly, someone had told him that his annual bonus was safe. Not that it mattered that much to Delaney. He had made enough during his fifteen years in the City never to have to work again.

As he sat there in the first floor back bedroom of the tall London townhouse he felt the emotions well up inside him. It would be easy to put this off again for another day. ‘What’s the point?’ he argued to himself. ‘Where is this taking me?’ But today was different. For the first time since he had received the terrible news of her death in Dubai, Delaney felt strong. The anger and the grief had sublimated and been replaced by a quiet determination to get to the bottom of Derry’s death.

He pulled over the suitcase. She always used the numbers 472 on combination locks and sure enough, the mechanism clicked and the two halves jumped apart under the pressure of the contents. Once again, he felt his stomach heave. It was the smell. It was her, a heady odour cocktail of clothes and perfumes. He stopped for a moment to steady himself before opening the case flat on the floor.

When Fitzgerald, the fellow from the Foreign Office, had come round to deliver the bags, he had told Delaney that they had already been gone through. “I’m sorry, Mr Delaney, but in a situation like this, we had to check everything. The Dubai authorities had seized it all anyway. A few things were taken away, as I am sure you will understand.”

Slowly he unbuckled the straps holding the bulging contents firmly into the two halves. His hands trembled as he carefully lifted out the contents one by one and placed them in a pile by his side – a couple of smart trouser suits, (her preferred outfit when she was travelling in the Middle East), ditto shirts and slips. There was the long blue Chinese silk coat with a vicar’s collar that he remembered buying for her, in Istanbul of all places. He almost smiled to himself. She said it would never fit when she first saw it, but it was perfect.

Suddenly he was back there, in the Sublime Porte. They had stayed at the Yeshil Ev - the Green House, an old Ottoman family home that had been turned into a hotel close by his favourite building in the world, Aya Sophia. Someone had once described the great church-mosque as a giant squatting frog and that appealed to him. The Yeshil Ev’s garden was beautiful, set in high walls around a large fountain. They had sat there planning their routes around the city, taking green tea and Turkish biscuits from superior china off spotless tablecloths.

It was the essence of her that had swept his consciousness out of the room and then, just as quickly, back in again. He realised it himself, almost with a start. He pushed the large case out of the way and reached over to the black grip. Its sturdy zip was locked to a steel ring with yet another combination lock. Click! Click! Click! 4 – 7 – 2. The lock sprang open and he unzipped the bag.

Inside, there was a jumble of bits and pieces – electrical adapters, a torch, three packets of chewing gum (her only vice), a couple of, sunglasses, a make-up bag, a sachet of babywipes, a scarf and a folded desert hat. Once again he smelled her. This time his eyes begin to fill. He let the tears flow and they stopped after a while.

Tucked into one corner of the grip was a familiar face. Mr Brando! Her bloody dolly! (OK, so she had a couple of vices). When she was away she would tease him, telling him at the end of their long distance conversations she was off to spend the night with Mr Brando. In fact, Mr Brando was a knitted sheep. He looked more worn than ever. Some of his stitches were coming undone and had been resewn with white cotton.

He picked up the threadbare comforter and made to place it to one side. He would keep it, he thought. But there was something not quite right. Mr Brando didn’t feel right. He was far too heavy. Delaney began to pull at the loose threads when he felt something slip through his fingers. It was a little blue leather bag. Inside was a heavy gold chain and an expensive-looking business card, its owner’s name boldly embossed, in English on one side, Arabic on the other:

  Dr Omar Haznawi
  Gulfport Builders Group
  Dubai, London, New York.

On the back of the card, in a neat hand, was a short handwritten message: ‘Dearest Derry, I hope you find this amusing, Omar’.

Delaney didn’t take it in at first. He was about to put the little bag to one side when suddenly he was hit with the force of a tidal wave. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears. What was some businessman doing giving his wife an expensive piece of jewellery? Nothing was making sense. After nearly 20 years together he couldn’t believe that now, when there was nothing he could do about it, he had discovered an infidelity.

Still reeling from the shock, Delaney made his way downstairs, the little leather bag and its contents in his hand. He sat down at the kitchen table and once again emptied it in front of him. His hands trembling, he held the chain up in front of him. It was a necklace, the gold shimmering in red and yellow. This was no ordinary piece and had clearly come from the gold souk in Dubai, where it must have cost thousands. But it was hopeless trying to understand. The shockwaves of the find were still pulsating through his body and every time he tried to reason it out, his mind began to race.

He desperately tried to put his thoughts in order. It had been three months, almost to the day, since he had received a call at work from someone in the Foreign Office. Derry, his wife of 17 years and an architect with an international clientele, had been killed in Dubai. She had gone to pitch for a contract – fitting out the top two floors of a massive and prestigious new tower block in the oil state. The brief had been very specific – modern, but distinctly Arab. There had been some uncertainty over whether or not the client would accept a female architect, but Derry’s good Arabic, her reputation and, of course, her charm, had won the day.

“It’s going to be a couple of weeks, I’m afraid,” she had told him before she left. Delaney had not been concerned. With no children to worry about, they both lived on the move - he was always too and fro to New York; most of her clients were Arabs, either in the Middle East or in their London and Spanish pied-a-terres.

Ten days later he had received the call from the Foreign Office. Derry had died in a car accident. She had been in a hire car, alone, and had driven off the corniche into a wall at one in the morning. It was as simple as that. Her injuries were not extensive, just a simple bump to the head. But it had been enough to kill her immediately.

The body had been brought back to England, the necessary arrangements made. Delaney had been surprised at the funeral by the presence of a small group of men and women. He recognised none of them. Well dressed, they paid their respects and left just as anonymously as they had arrived.

A week after the funeral he had had the visit from Fitzgerald, who brought the luggage with him. That was the second point at which Delaney’s world began to fold in on itself.

“Look, I know this is going to come as a bit of a shock,” Fitzgerald had told him, “but Derry sometimes did a bit of work for the government. On the side, so to speak.”

Delaney didn’t immediately take in what Fitzgerald was saying. He knew that businessmen were often approached for a friendly word by all sorts of government officials. He too had had the odd approach from suits at the Bank of England or the Department of Trade, asking him if he knew anything about so-and-so. He usually helped if he could, but it was always a bit awkward. Client confidentiality was his bread and butter.

Fitzgerald clocked his indifference, but persisted. “In fact, she was working for us on this trip to Dubai.”

This time he caught Delaney’s attention. “What do you mean she was working for you? Who the fuck are you?”

“Well, it’s a bit difficult to explain in detail. The Foreign Office likes to keep up with developments abroad, particularly when it comes to business opportunities. We asked her to check out a few details about one of her clients. Nothing too drastic, just the usual stuff, you know, associates, that kind of thing. In fact, I have been asked to tell you that Derry has been put up for an honour – a CBE in fact. Would you be willing to accept it on her behalf?”

“Is that why she died? Is that what you have come here to tell me?” Delaney felt his blood begin to boil.

“God no!” replied Fitzgerald. “We have carried out the most extensive forensic tests. The car has been checked over. Blood tests, you know, all that kind of thing. All we can surmise at the moment is that she fell asleep at the wheel, drifted across the road and hit a wall. The Dubai authorities have classed it as an accident.”

At the time, Delaney just couldn’t take it all in. His wife had never mentioned working for the Foreign Office. What was the connection? How long had this been going on? He told Fitzgerald he would get back to him, but today, three months later, he’d done nothing about it.

Now he’d found this chain and the card. What did they mean? What was the “joke”? A thousand thought raced through his mind. Did Omar Haznawi have anything to do with her death? Did he really know his wife? Her death had been hard enough. It had shattered his world. He kept on seeing her face in people in the street. He couldn’t get used to being alone. Every time his mobile rang he checked to see if it was her name on the display. He had withdrawn from his circle of friends. Sure, they still called, anxious to know if everything was alright. Did he want to come to a dinner party? A weekend away in the country? He said no to all of them. First things first. He was going to get to the bottom of what had happened to Derry.


posted by Richard @ Monday, September 18, 2006

The Golden Chain - Chapter 2

The British authorities are currently investigating me for allegedly breaking the 1989 Official Secrets Act by writing a novel ("The Golden Chain"), a draft of which they found in my computer which they confiscated from me three months ago.

I have already been prosecuted for breaking the OSA in 1998, when I was convicted of writing a synopsis of my autobiography, "The Big Breach". At my trial, the prosecution witness (John Scarlett, then Head of Operational Security, now CSS) solemnly claimed, in a hushed court with an emptied public gallery, that my synopsis would "gravely damage national security" and "would put agents lives at risk". I was not allowed to call witnesses to challenge these sweeping assertions, and there was no debate as to the veracty of his allegations. As a result, I received a one year sentence in a maximum security jail.

I am not going to let this sort of "secret trial" happen again. Therefore I intend to publish all their "evidence" against me so that a worldwide jury can judge me. Here's chapter two of "The Golden Chain".


  Chapter 2


Divulje Barracks, Split, Former Yugoslavia, May 1996


Kenneth Roberts was well into his third gin and tonic at the bar at Brit Batt HQ in Divulje barracks in Split with a congenial bunch of 845 Naval Air Squadron helicopter pilots when he felt the pager on his belt as it began to buzz.

“Bugger!” What the hell does P5 want at this time of night?”, he thought to himself as slipped the gadget from his belt. Holding the screen up to the light, he could just make out the single word “FLASH”. It was enough to wipe the irritation from his face.

“Sorry boys, I’ll have to buy my round next time”, he announced to his companions amongst a chorus of jeers as he left the bar as hastily as he dared. Making his way through the gloom of Divulje barracks to the block housing his office, Roberts could scarcely prevent himself from breaking into a run. It had been drummed into him on the IONEC more than 20 years before that no matter how urgent the situation, an SIS officer should never run in the office, and it was a hard rule to break, even on a parade ground.

That one word on his pager meant that Roberts was probably in for an unpleasant night. The FLASH message from head office required immediate action. As he flung open the door to the accommodation block he was not in the mood for niceties.

“All right, you lot, get that fucking bag of tricks up and running. Something’s happening.”

Four 602 Troop signallers were gathered around the TV, watching an episode of the Simpsons on Sky. A couple of the SAS sergeants were with them too – they had no satellite in their mess and they would often come around to watch the 602 Troop TV.

“I’ve just got a FLASH” Roberts announced a little breathlessly.

Jon, the 602 Troop sergeant, was straight up on his feet to turn off the television. “I’ll get the comms set up then”. The two SAS guys guessed that they were no longer welcome, and draining the last drops from their tinnies, made for the door.

Roberts didn’t know what would be in the message, but he guessed that it would probably mean a trip up country to Sarajevo. The 12-hour overnight drive through snow, mud and potholes up the decrepit UN “blue route” to Gjorni Vakuf, through the sniper gauntlet in the beaten up frontier town, then onwards to the Bosnian-muslim controlled Sarajevo, was not an appealing thought.

There would be ten minutes while Jon and Tony, the lance corporal, got the satellite locked in, downloaded the transmission and decrypted the message. There was no point in wasting time.

“Bas, Jim, start loading the vehicles – we’ll probably be going up-country.” The station Land Rover Discovery and long wheelbase 110 Landrover Comms vehicle were on permanent standby, fuelled up and with gear for three or four days out in the field. But there were still a lot of extras to load up – light weapons, the “exploding briefcase” that contained the encryption codes, the Trimble GPS sets, comms gear and perishable rations.

Bas and Tony set to work immediately, calling up the armoury to book out their weapons and ammunition. They were loading up their Bergens when Jon came back with the laptop – “It’s received and ready for decryption”. The soldier almost said “Sir” and then remembered who he was addressing. Roberts sat down on the edge of the bunk with the Toshiba laptop and fired up the decryption software. He quickly downloaded the message into a primitive word processing application.

“Shit – we’ve got to exfil HUMBLE from Pale – and by tomorrow night”. Roberts slapped the laptop closed and handed it back to Jon. He was already wishing he had gone a bit easier on the booze in the wardroom with the navy guys. No-one was going to be getting much sleep for the next few days.

Within forty minutes of the FLASH signal, the two vehicles were checking out of Divulje barracks on the exhausting overnight drive up to Sarajevo, arriving at the UNHQ in the old Telecoms building in Sarajevo in the late morning of the following day. Already knackered, Roberts set to work immediately on the most exasperating and difficult part of the plan – getting authorisation from the Bosnian Serbs to cross the frontier just behind Sarajevo airport into their territory to make the half hour journey up to Pale where Karadzic and HUMBLE were based.

This was no small job. HUMBLE was one of the best agents Roberts had working for him. For almost two years he had been an assistant to Karadic, leader of the Bosnia Serbs and up to his neck in a bloody war against the Moslems of Bosnia. These were dangerous times. The Serbs were on the defensive, taking advantage of every opportunity to exact a terrible revenge of the Moslems. But just recently things were not going well for them. They had been suffering defeats on the battlefield. It was the arrival of God knows how many trained Arab fighters from Afghanistan, Chechnya and all over the Middle East that had begun to turn the tide. Already, their death-seeking charges at gun positions had become legendary. The Serbs were finding out the hard way that these sturdy Arab troops, many of whom had seen action against the Soviet forces in Afghanistan, were a formidable enemy.

The Dayton peace process was in full swing. The Americans were anxious to bring things to a conclusion in Bosnia. The State Department analysts had done their job well. They knew that the longer the Bosnians fought, the stronger they would get. Already there were disturbing intelligence reports that the Arab hardliners were against a ceasefire. If the Serbs gave up, they would continue to fight against the Americans and NATO.

HUMBLE was Roberts’ eye into the heart of the Bosnian Serb camp. The intelligence he collected had been shared with the US under the terms of longstanding agreements between Britain and the United States and had allowed the US negotiators to outwit the Serbs at almost every turn. His most recent set of despatches were gold dust. He had discovered that Israeli agents from Mossad had been in regular contact with Karadic. There was a deal in place. The Serbian guns that surrounded Sarajevo and daily took a terrible toll of its civilian population would not be trained on the Jewish districts of the city. Serbian troops would be under strict orders not to harm Jewish familes, even if were forced to leave their homes. That’s all Roberts had picked up so far. Now this. Why was HUMBLE calling for an extraction?

All access to Pale, the formerly sleepy farming village perched high in the mountains surrounding Sarajevo that now served as the Bosnian Serb headquarters, was controlled by Major Slobodan Indic, the cantankerous and obstreperous Bosnian-Serb liaison officer. He could usually be found in a smoke-filled ground floor office in the UN PTT building. It was not somewhere to let slip a secret, dripping as it was with covert listening devices from every major intelligence service in the world.

Indic had a direct line to Karadzic's office up in Pale, and nobody could get out of Sarajevo over the entrenched barbed-wire strewn front-lines, past the burnt out hulk of a T52 tank and around the airport and up the road to Pale without his say-so. The power he wielded over the UN was the only way he could survive in the PTT building - some of the locally recruited staff from Sarajevo - mostly Bosnian Muslims - would have slit his throat given half a chance.

Roberts had worked through the HUMBLE exfil plan a dozen times on the drive from Split. He had rehearsed it on the Brecon Beacons in Wales and he knew it by heart. His task now was to convince Indic to let him pass, without unduly exciting him. Indic was not the brightest of fellows, but he was a stickler for the rules. Procedure was everything. That, and a little gift or two usually did the trick.

It was just before 9am when Roberts pulled up in front of Indic’s office. Once again he felt the urge to run as he got out of the Landrover. The sentry gave him a cursory salute and he started down the stairs to the basement.

“Ah Major Indic. Pleasure to see you. Terribly sorry to bother you like this, but we’ve got a bit of a flap on. I need to get through to see Mr Karadzic. It’s an urgent Foreign Office request. I’m not at liberty to discuss with you the nature of the visit, but rest assured it is vital. The Secretary of State leaves for Washington tomorrow morning and we need to seek advice from the President. It’s just me and three of my chaps in two vehicles – for safety. Can’t be too careful can you?”

Roberts raised his eyebrows and Indic smiled wanly in reply. He hoped that Indic would not be smart enough to spot the quiet professionalism of the men waiting out by the vehicles. Two of the 602 Troop signallers were acting as drivers, while the third member of the group was still on his way to Sarajevo. Stan Kovalic was a member of the elite and secretive Increment Unit of highly trained special forces soldiers who provided paramilitary support to SIS officers working in the field.

Kovalich, short and wiry, was an unorthodox member of the Increment. Unlike almost all the others, he had never served in the SAS or the SBS. Instead, he was a veteran 32-year-old member of the Pathfinder platoon of the Parachute Regiment. He had been badly injured in a HALO parachuting accident and had ended up sitting out his convalescence in a senior NCO desk job at RMC Sandhurst. It was while at Sandhurst – overseeing field training for the new officer recruits – that the SIS “spotter” at the college had noticed him and had suggested that SIS take a look at him.

As well as being an excellent tactical soldier, he had rare language skills, ideal for Bosnia. Kovalich's mother was a Serbian nurse who had married a British soldier stationed in Germany in the early ‘seventies. Kovalich spoke Serbian and German to mother tongue standard, and had then learnt Russian at the UK Defence School of Languages at Beaconsfield. Roberts knew Kovalich a little only from the exfiltration plan rehearsals that SIS and the Increment had carried out in the Brecon Beacons. Kovalich would already be on his way out from the UK in the SIS C-130, and Roberts expected him to be on the ground in Sarajevo within the hour.

"So, would you like a drink?", Indic smirked, simultaneously reaching for the bottle of Slivovicz in the bottom drawer of his desk. Even Robert's hardy stomach churned at the prospect of a stiff morning drink of 60% proof cherry brandy after a sleepless night taking shifts at the wheel of the Discovery, but he had to accept the offer or else lose face with Indic, such was the machismo of the typical Balkan male.

"Go on then, make it a double", Roberts replied bravely. Indic’s hand proffered a glass and Roberts tensed his stomach.


"Slivoci!", Roberts returned the compliment, and drowned the neat cherry brandy in one gulp. Indic did the same, and nodded his respect to Roberts

"So what can I do for you, my friend". The congeniality was professional. Indic was weighing up the situation.

"We need to get up to Pale - Douglas Hurd, the Foreign Secretary, wants to sound out President Karadzic about certain matters relating to the Dayton negotiations. Obviously this is fairly urgent, as he's flying to Washington tomorrow. He's sent out his emissary from London today - what's the chances we can drive up to see the President either this evening or tomorrow morning at the latest?".

"That will be difficult. Very difficult", Indic lied unconvincingly. It was the standard performance, like a ballet almost, each move choreographed and danced to perfection. Roberts knew that Karadzic would grasp at the opportunity for the meeting. He was feeling lonely stuck up in his hill town fortress. He was being frozen out of all the Dayton negotiations and would grasp the chance of a meeting, even with the British.

“I will have to make some inquiries. They could take some time”, Indic lied.

“Listen, Major, I can’t wait about. I want an answer now, if it is not too inconvenient.”

Roberts bent his head closer to the Major’s, as if he was letting him know he was aware of all the bugs in the room.

"It'll all have to done on the quiet if possible”, he continued in a voice just above a whisper. “We don't want news of this contact being leaked to the press - it'll weaken the Foreign Secretary's position with the Americans if they learn he's been in contact with Karadzic".

"Of course, of course, we are always very discreet", Indic lied again, also in a whisper. "But I'm not sure the President will agree to the visit".

Roberts took the hint and reached into his briefcase for the carton of Marlboro Reds and a bottle of Glenfiddich. Indic beamed like a child on his birthday, slipping the gifts in the bottom drawer of his desk. "You are a very honourable man, Mr Roberts. Call back to my office in two hours."

Roberts had plenty to do over the intervening time. The two station vehicles were parked up in the PTT building car park. Jon Downs, the ever-efficient 602 Troop sergeant, already had the thick mud from the overland trip cleaned off and the white vehicles gleaming. No small feat given the paucity of running water in the building. "Do you want the UN stickers off yet?", he enquired eagerly.

"Not yet. I'd better get the French on side before we start plastering Union Jacks all over them. Get me another bottle of whiskey for Captain Chaudron, and set the comms up - I'll need to send a sitrep back to London when I get back.

"Here, take one of the Motorola's with you - give us a shout when we can get the stickers on the vehicles" replied Jon.

Roberts pocketed the portable VHF and set off for the French Ops room in the PTT building. The French army, under UN mandate, controlled the exit from the UN protectorate to the no-mans land before the Serbian positions, and so any transit had to be cleared with them as well as Indic. The French were generally on-side, but inevitably would want to know what two British “UN” vehicles were doing in their sector. It would take some sweet talking with Chaudron - and another gift – to stop too many questions from the UN hierarchy on the passage of a couple of Union Jack-liveried vehicles over the front lines.

Stan Kovalich arrived on the SIS special operations C-130 Hercules just as Roberts was negotiating with Chaudron. Marshall’s of Cambridge had modified the Herc to give it a range well in excess of the standard RAF Hercules’ aircraft, and it would have been easily capable of making the trip from Brize Norton to Sarajevo non-stop. But it had stopped over at the RAF forward operating base in Ancona to load a few palettes of UN aid - mostly bulk foodstuffs such as maize and flour - to give it a UN "cover-story" for the flight into Sarajevo airport.

The elite aircrew - a specially selected RAF Wing Commander and Flight Lieutenant, already expert multi-engine pilots, had also been trained up to full civilian commercial airline standards. They could fly just about anything, civilian or military, in almost any conditions. Just as well, because there was a thick radiative fog over Sarajevo airport. The former civilian airfield had not yet been upgraded to NATO standards, so only Category IIIb rated pilots could hope to land in such poor conditions. It still took the C-130 three circuits before it got in under the 50-foot decision height and 250-foot Runway Visual Range limits. The SIS flight was the only C-130 that was able to land that morning - but a casual observer would have noticed nothing unusual in that.

Kovalich, his wiry frame uncomfortably curled into the webbing seats that ranged down the sides of the aircraft alongside the palettes stacked with UN foodstuffs, certainly did notice the landing. Despite his extensive parachuting experience, he reflected wryly that that he had not experienced a Herc landing more than half a dozen times before. Countless were the times he had shuffled out of the side door on a static-line jump, or for his latter years in the Para’s pathfinder platoon, hurling himself off the back ramp in free-fall. A few times he had ramp-rafted, fixed to the Herc bulwalk by a long line while being dragged along behind the aircraft in the slipstream. He’d won fifty quid in a bet. Fifty bloody quid!

Kovalic still missed the exhilaration of picking himself up off the ground unhurt after a successful jump, but not the stomach-turning dread that every Para suffered - but non admitted to - before going out of the door. Mostly, he missed the camaraderie of the jumps, the good feeling and joking he shared with other members of the platoon after a good operation. His injury had ended that though - he still winced when he thought about it. He'd made a small orientation mistake in a free fall jump, and had got into a brief spin. To his utter amazement, one of his shoulders had dislocated and unable to correct his position, the tumble worsened. Then the second shoulder had popped, leaving him in a head first dive. With no control over his arms, he was unable to release his chute manually and had to wait several agonising seconds before the barometric emergency trigger did the job. He landed with two dislocated shoulders and semi-conscious.

That had been his last jump. He thought he would spend the next few years in a desk job until his career petered out and he became one more slightly soiled ex- special forces hack, doing the tedious rounds as a bodyguard to some spoilt rich kid. But it hadn’t gone like that. After only two years at Sandhurst running the Quartermaster's store, the SIS spotter got to hear about his background and invited him for lunch at an uncomfortably posh restaurant in Covent Garden. He must have passed the knife and fork test, presumably thanks to his mother's annoyingly strict attention to "British" good manners, because induction into the Increment, as SIS's cadre of special operations officers is known, quickly followed. The other recruits were all from the more famous Special Air Service and Special Boat Squadron branches of the British special forces, but they accepted his Pathfinder background without too much ribbing, and indeed he was proud of being being a bit "different". Call it regimental pride, although there was a fair sprinking of Paras in the special forces.

He'd passed the training – four months of learning to use civilian cover, operating with false passports and other ID, learning surveillance skills, anti-surveillance, counter surveillance. He’d enjoyed doing something a little out of the ordinary, being part of the armed wing of MI6. But he had never really felt totally comfortable with all the lies and deception needed to master the tradecraft - the false names, fake credit cards, cover identities. It was all a bit unreal. When it came down to it, the job was usually about getting some prat out of a scrape of his own making. He wondered what his old platoon mates in the Paras would make of him now, decked out in a Savile Row suit and tie, pretending to be a diplomat. Envious probably, he chuckled to himself.

As the Herc came off the brakes and reduced the reverse thrust at the end of its tactical landing run into Sarjevo’s beaten up airport, Kovalich strapped on his helmet and Kevlar vest. The RAF loadmaster had urged him to keep it on for the whole flight, but like most Special Forces soldiers Kovalich couldn’t stand the damned things. Still, it wouldn’t look good for his cover as a supposed desk-bound diplomat if he nonchalantly strolled into the airport without them. As the Herc taxied to a stop, the RAF loadmaster gave the signal to disembark - the roar of the idling Allison turboprops was still too loud for conversation. The loadie would want to get the palettes of rice and flour unloaded as quickly as possible so that the aircraft could get airborne again where it was less of a target for the Serb snipers who enjoyed taking potshots at the planes.

Kovalich grabbed his briefcase and his overnight case containing his field gear and M-16 rifle, sprung agilely off the ramp, stuck his head down and sprinted the few yards for the cover of the airport terminal. Roberts was waiting for him on the apron by the terminal, standing by a wall of sandbags. Good of him to act as decoy for the snipers, Kovalich wryly thought to himself.

“Good to see you again, old boy”, announced Roberts as though they’d been to school together. “I’ve got Indic on side, and Karadzic is expecting us at his office at 1500. The French are playing the game too, and we should have no problems getting through their checkpoints. We’ll get Jon, then have a briefing session over lunch”. Kovalich followed Roberts into the dingy semi-lit bowels of the shell-shocked airport terminal, nodding at the French Foreign Legion sergeant who guarded the airside access, across the sea of mud that constituted the airport car park. Jon was waiting there by the two station vehicles, now both immaculately clean, shorn of their UN decals, and sporting a small Union Jack flag on each wing – just like diplomatic cars.

"Maybe we'll skip lunch", announced Roberts, "I'd rather keep the time in hand in case the Serbs decide to make us wait at the border. Besides, if the French Foreign Legion are still manning the PTT canteen, we won't be missing anything edible - let's roll, we can eat and talk in the car.”

The border crossings both went smoothly - the Legionnaires guarding the airport perimeter did not even come out of their heavily sand-bagged guardhouse to check the leading the small convoy, and raised the barrier remotely without a sign. A few hundred metres later the Serb paramilitaries at the Bosnian-Serb border waived the convoy through with nothing more hostile than a scowl. Once clear of the battle-scarred mud of the airport, the beauty of the countryside around Sarajevo started to reveal itself. The asphalted road wound its way steadily upwards towards Pale, through dripping forest, broken by small unkempt fields and mud tracks leading to unseen farms.

“Not a bad place to live, this", grunted Kovalich, "I'd be happy as a pig in shit here, with my army pension".

Roberts made no comment - ever since he'd met Kovalich on the Increment exercise to rehearse the exfiltration plan, he'd always wondered where his true loyalties lay. Sometimes he seemed to be more Serbian than British. He thought about the old cricket test but realised that Serbians didn’t play cricket.

Despite his reservations, Roberts had learnt to admire Kovalich’s ability and tenacity on the exfiltration rehearsals in the Brecon Beacons. The plan required that Roberts and Kovalic and the 602 troop soldiers get themselves up to Pale with a cover-story. On the way back down to Sarajevo they were to carry out a dead-ground pickup of HUMBLE, and bundle him into the back of the Discovery. It would be too dangerous for HUMBLE to travel in the car across the front lines into Sarajevo, so they would drive him just a short distance to a pre-recced helicopter LZ (Landing Zone). The Increment's long-range Puma helicopter would be on standby on HMS Ark Royal which was on picket duty in the Adriatic. It would come in to the pick-up point at low altitude and take HUMBLE out to the aircraft carrier. Roberts and the rest of the party would then continue down to Sarajevo to complete the charade of their cover story.

The Motorola on the Discovery dashboard suddenly crackled into life: “Look out on the left – Arkan!” squawked Jon from the lead vehicle. Round the next bend, Arkan’s infamous dark green Toyota Landcruiser was parked up in a sideline, instantly recognisable by the skull of a slain Muslim attached to the bonnet. The story was going round that it was the skull of an Afghan Mujahed, who Arkan’s men had capured in a skirmish outside Sarajevo and then tortured to death. Inside the Landcruiser Roberts could just make out Arkan and three other heavily bearded men, glowering contemptuously and suspiciously towards their convoy. When it comes to beards, the Serbs were not to be outdone by the Bosnian Moslems Roberts mused to himself.

He grabbed the Motorola, “Thanks Jon, keep your wits about you – Arkan won’t have been waiting there by chance”.

Tossing the radio back onto the dashboard, he muttered half to Kovalich, half to himself, “That snake Indic must have tipped him off to keep an eye on us – I wonder what else he knows”.

“We’re going to have to watch out for them on the way back down”, Kovalich replied, “especially as this is the pick-up point”. As they rounded a corner, the road suddenly dipped down to cross a rickety wooden bridge over a dirty stream. The bridge would provide cover for the awaiting HUMBLE, and the dip and corners would allow the rapid pickup to take place out of sight of any other traffic that might be on the road. Kovalich reached for the radio and gave a couple of quick taps on the transmit button – the pre-arranged signal to Jon to confirm its identification. The Motorola squawked back two bursts in acknowledgement.

Some twenty minutes later the two white Landrovers swept into the dirty farmyard behind Karadzic’s modest offices in Pale. On this, his sixth journey up the mountain road to Pale, Roberts was surprised to see Karadzic himself waiting in the welcoming party, taller and more distinguished looking than his companions, instantly recognisable from the thick, full head of greying hair, but still your bog standard East European autocrat. Roberts amused himself by imagining Karadzic getting up in the morning and starting to put his hair in order. What a bloody performance!

Standing next to him were two of his advisers. It only took an instant for Roberts to realise that one of them was HUMBLE. He had never met the man, but felt like he had known him all his life. He knew that HUMBLE’s life depended on what happened over the next few hours. The welcoming party was completed by two macho-looking bodyguards clutching Uzi submachine guns.

“He must badly want to see us”, Roberts murmured to Kovalich as they clambered out of the Discovery, “I reckon we must be the only western officials who’ve condescended to meet him for the past two years”.

“I wouldn’t bet on that”, retorted Kovalich gruffly. “Those Uzis look brand new”, he observed astutely. “Somebody has been supplying them”. Kovalich was on the ball, thought Roberts, and it looked like it backed up the CX from HUMBLE about covert Mossad support for Karadzic. He made a mental note to fire that off to P5 in a CX report once he was back down in the office in Split.

As Karadzic led Kovalich into his offices, speaking to him in Serbian, Roberts hung back. He gave HUMBLE a discreet three finger handshake – the agreed signal that the exfiltration plan was on. Both men knew that half an hour after the scheduled meeting, H/BEL – the senior SIS officer in Belgrade – would ring HUMBLE’s mobile phone from a payphone in Belgrade. HUMBLE would use the call as cover to excuse himself from the meeting, citing an important call from a newspaper editor in Belgrade, and make his way to the extraction RV.

Karadzic led Roberts and Kovalich through into his large office which commanded a splendid view over Pale and down the valley.

“That must be an uplifting view for you to see every morning”, Roberts said, hoping to engage Karadzic in small talk.

Karadzic paused, and retorted “I’d rather be in Sarajevo, where I belong”. Karadzic, as Roberts had rightly guessed, was not in the mood for either small talk nor any realistic concessions on the Dayton plan. And so it proved as the meeting unfolded. Karadzic stuck to his wildly optimistic and deeply divisive plans for ethnic partition of Bosnia, which would clearly never be a negotiable solution. Kovalich played along with Karadzic, taking copious notes and asking him to repeat certain points, as if to emphasise their credibility. Like Roberts, he knew the meeting was a figleaf to provide cover for HUMBLE – but he had to seem a credible British emissary, impressing Karadzic with his knowledge of the political and ethnic makeup of Bosnia and listening in sympathy as the Serb railed on about the dangers of Islam and the need to protect the Christian homeland.

The seconds and minutes passed slowly as Roberts waited for the call from Belgrade to HUMBLE’s cellphone. HUMBLE, real name Edin Dmitrovic, was very, very good. Only the slightest of tremors in his hand gave away his desperate circumstances. He knew that within a few hours his betrayal would be discovered. He would be given over to Arkan, whose men would flay him alive or worse. He had seen what they could do to a man. Or for that matter, to a woman.

The call came bang on time. Roberts tried not to give anything away, but could not resist exchanging a glance with Kovalic. He almost immediately regretted it, but HUMBLE had got up from the table and was making his excuses to Karadzic, who waved him away with a hand gesture. Roberts, aware of his own faux pas, watched carefully for any eye contact between Karadzic and HUMBLE – he was not entirely convinced of his loyalty. It was an occupational hazard. Another reason that he wanted out. Noboby was ever what they seemed in this business and it could get to you. He glanced at his watch – the RV would take place in exactly an hour – that would mean half an hour to wrap up the meeting, and half an hour for farewells and the drive down to the bridge.


posted by Richard @ Monday, September 18, 2006

The Golden Chain - Chapter 3

When I started to write "The Golden Chain", I wrote to MI6 and told them that I would offer the manuscript for examination before publishing. They didn't reply but have responded by confiscating indefinitely my computers. Indeed, I now wonder whether they themselves posted the obviously fake MI6 lists on the internet, in order to have an excuse to obtain a warrant against me. This sort of sneaky trick is not untypical of them - I suppose I should have considered that they might respond in this way. Anyway, I now think it entirely in my interest to publish "The Golden Chain" as soon as possible on the Internet so that they cannot use leverage with the French police to get me arrested. They can easily get a warrant to arrest me by falsely representing my novel to the French police - but if the "evidence" is on the Internet, the French authorities can judge for themselves. So here is Chapter 3:

  Chapter 3


Two days later Delaney received a call. It was Fitzgerald. “Listen, I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but something’s come up. Would you mind if I came round to see you?”

Delaney thought it must be something to do with the CBE. Perhaps it had to be sorted out. He’d done nothing about it and was feeling a little guilty. “Sure, can you make it tonight?” Fitzgerald agreed and they arranged to meet at 8pm.

The shock of the events two days before was still pre-occupying Delaney. Sometimes he would dismiss all speculations and feel that he was content with himself. Derry had died in a tragic accident and that was all there was to it.

Other times he was consumed with doubts. Had she been seeing this Omar? Was she his lover? He went over everything time and time again. He remembered the calls she had made to him. The first time was just after she arrived, when he was in New York. It had been a brief call and she had sounded full of energy. It was a big contract- money no object - and she was sure she would win it. She was going to suggest a near replica of the Shawaka House in Baghdad, built on two floors with a central well and a beautiful marble pond. The rough ground plan and layout had come from that trip to Baghdad all those years ago. She knew where she could obtain some wonderful old Ottoman wooden screens and had brought photographs with her of the fabrics she intended to hang on the walls. It was the kind of thing her Arab clients loved, paying homage to the past, but with all the latest electronic fixtures. And to top it all, it would be built forty-plus storeys in the sky.

The next call had been three or four days later, early in the evening at home. He remembered because she called on the mobile expecting him to be at work. He’d been due to have dinner with a client, but it had been cancelled at the last moment and Delaney decided to get home early for once.

“Well, I’ve not actually met the client,” she had said, “just his bagmen. No request for a backhander yet, but there’s plenty of time.” Derry knew the way business was done in the Gulf. There was always someone to pay off, to grease the wheels of industry.

“Yea, that’s fine,” said Delaney, knowing she had her tongue firmly in her cheek, “but don’t forget this all has to go through your books. When do you get to see the big man?”

“The day after tomorrow. We’ve got a meeting planned for early morning. I’ll call you after that.” That night, she had told him, she had been at an official function, organised by the British business community. “It was dull as ditchwater - you know, expats and diplomats, the usual motley crew of misfits and blaggers.”

Her final call had come as promised. It was Tuesday lunchtime. Derry sounded a little less sure of herself. The meeting with Sheikh Omar Haznawi had gone well, but he wanted a second meeting to discuss details.

“Is everything alright?” Delaney asked, picking up on the tension in her voice.

“Sure, it’s just that…oh, I don’t know, Stephen. I think this place gets to you after a while. I can’t feel anonymous here. Maybe it’s because I am a woman on my own. Perhaps it’s Haznawi’s people keeping an eye on me. It’s probably nothing. Anyway, I’ll be out of here in a few days, probably home on Saturday. I’ll call you when I know for sure.”

Delaney had thought nothing of it at the time. Derry was an experienced traveller. They hadn’t spent a lot time together in recent months and he made a mental note to talk to her about a much-postponed holiday with friends in Brittany. If she got the commission in Dubai, it would be the perfect refresher before she had to get down to the hard work of final drawings and discussions with builders and suppliers.

The final call had never come. According to the Foreign Office she had died on the Friday night. What was she doing out in a car at one in the morning on the night before she was due to leave? Why hadn’t she called? Why hadn’t she mentioned the gold chain? Once again, Delaney could feel his mind beginning to rush in ever tighter circles. He stopped himself for the umpteenth time. Friends had told him that what he was going through was to be expected. An unexpected death of someone very close - nothing ever quite added up.

Delaney was stirred out of his thoughts by the door bell. Looking at his watch he saw it was just before eight. Was that the time already? It must be Fitzgerald, he thought.

“Hello Stephen, thanks for agreeing to see me at such short notice.” Delaney led him into the front room. “What can I get you to drink?” he asked. He didn’t really like Fitzgerald very much. The man was not objectionable. It was just that he couldn’t stand that highly cultivated air of assumed superiority that the Foreign Office seemed to inculcate in its staff. It might be fine for dealing with Johnny Foreigner, but it grated with him.

“Well, a scotch and water wouldn’t go amiss,” replied Fitzgerald. Clearly he had something important to say. This was not just a social visit. Delaney fixed the drinks and when he returned to the room saw Fitzgerald standing in front of one of the pictures. It was an etching by Sir Frank Brangwyn, one of a series he had completed in 1908 in Istanbul. In the foreground was an ornate fountain, while looming in the background was that giant squatting frog, Aya Sophia. He had bought it for Derry years ago. It was one of her favourites.

To Delaney’s surprise, Fitzgerald knew the artist. “Amazing chap, Brangwyn, wasn’t he? Bit of a socialist from what I recall. Have you ever seen the Empire panel paintings he did for the House of Lords in the twenties? Their lordships felt they were a bit too much and they ended up in Swansea town hall from what I remember.”

After a few more pleasantries the two men sat down. Fitzgerald was nervous, sipping his drink and avoiding eye contact. He asked if he could smoke and Delaney fetched an ashtray. “I’ll get to the point, Stephen. Naturally, we were devastated to hear about D…” Fitzgerald was about to say Derry, when he pulled himself up… “Mrs Delaney’s death. We have made extensive inquiries. I’m afraid I have to tell you that we now believe that something isn’t right.”

Fitzgerald looked up, only fleetingly, catching Delaney’s eye for an instant. Delaney caught a flicker of uncertainty.

“Look, I know this is going to come as a bit of a shock,” Fitzgerald continued, “and you already know that your wife was doing some work for us. The truth is that she was a bit more involved than I previously led you to believe. In fact, she was central to a very important inquiry that the Foreign Office has been conducting for some time.”

Delaney braced himself. What was coming? He felt his fingers stiffen against the whisky glass and his stomach muscles tighten up. He wanted to curse, to shout at Fitzgerald. To ask him to explain the necklace, the strange people at Derry’s funeral, the CBE. What was going on?

“This was not the first time she had worked for us,” Fitzgerald continued, apparently unaware of the emotions he was stirring up. “In fact, she had been with us for a number of years…”

“What are you saying – that she was some kind of spook?” Now there was no mistaking his anger.

“I’m sorry, Stephen, please bear with me. None of this is very easy for either of us. Derry” – this time Fitzgerald had no hesitation in using her name – “was a very skilled woman. Her language skills and access to people in the Middle East meant she was ideally placed to assist with some very sensitive inquiries. She was always very helpful and never asked for payment. And she was under strict instruction never, under any circumstances, to reveal to anyone what she was doing.

“For some time we have been working to identify a group of wealthy Arabs who are thought to be major funders of al-Qaeda. Names first surfaced on a list that was found in Sarajevo a couple of years ago. You may have heard about it. It was called the Golden Chain – a bit melodramatic, in my opinion. That original list has turned out to be pretty useless, but we know there is a second list in existence, a real list. These are people who have given millions to Osama and to God knows who else. We have very good reason to believe that Haznawi, the person she went to see in Dubai, is close to the top of that list. Haznawi is known to have spent two years in Afghanistan in the late eighties, fighting against the Russians. Nothing wrong with that, in fact I spent a few months there myself at about that time. But we found out recently that there has been a bit of a bust-up amongst the Brothers, the Islamists. Haznawi has apparently fallen out with some of his former comrades who are now in Iraq. He’s personally opposed to the killing of non-combatants, you know, the dozens of people every day that are being hit by car bombs, random shootings, targeted executions and so on. Our assessment is that under the right circumstances he can be turned. Of course, it’s very delicate. He’s under pressure.”

Delaney listened as Fitzgerald slowly filled in the gaps. His heart had missed a beat when he had mentioned the Golden Chain. Was it a coincidence, the chain in her luggage and the business card with its cryptic message? He decided for the moment not to mention it to Fitzgerald.

“So what are you saying? That she was knocked off because you got your calculations wrong? You’re telling me that you sent my wife to negotiate with a known Islamic nut case, on her own, in a foreign country? Are you fucking mad, or what?” Delaney’s eyes were blazing. He felt betrayed, cuckolded almost.

“The truth is that we don’t know exactly what happened to Derry. We know she was due to meet Haznawi on the Friday night and that she was feeling very good about the meeting. She died on the way back. But the thing we have not yet been able to explain is why it was so late when she was found. The meeting was scheduled for eight in the evening. We have good evidence that she left the building shortly after nine. She got into a car and that, I’m afraid to say, is the last that was seen of her until the blow to her head ambulance service picked her up about four miles away at one in the morning. The police say the car crashed less than 20 minutes before then.”

“There’s one other thing,” Fitzgerald continued, “it wasn’t the blow to the head that killed her. I’m afraid the initial medical assessment was a bit shoddy. But we had a bit of luck in the Autopsy department - the officers noticed that her last meal was a spicy curry, but thought nothing of it since she had just dined with an Arab. But there was new young Indian chap on duty, and his suspicions were alerted. Delaney said nothing, and Fitzgerald continued “He examined some more and under the microscope noticed what looked to him like Cerbera Odollam kernels in the remains of the stomach contents. Apparently the plant – which grows widely on the sub-continent – contains a toxin similar to Digoxin in foxgloves which stops the heart immediately. Our coroners know to test for Digoxin – but we don’t normally check for exotics like Cerbera Odollam. But our young coroner knew all about it, because Indian men often use it to get rid of unfaithful wives.”

“How long have you known this? You wouldn’t have let me bury her if there was any doubt!” Delaney was now resigned, knowing that there were forces at work here much larger than he could contemplate.

“We were almost sure within days. But it wasn’t until yesterday that we knew for sure – the poison can only be detected by by high-performance liquid chromatography coupled with mass spectrometry to examine autopsy tissues for traces of the plant – and that sort of stuff takes a while for the labs to complete. Coincidentally, it was not until yesterday that we also found a reliable witness who had seen her leave the meeting with Haznawi at about nine. Under normal circumstances she would have called one of our people within minutes of getting into her car. That call never came. We have to consider the possibility she was abducted, killed somewhere else and that the crash was made to look like an accident. It was very professional.” Fitzgerald took a long swig of scotch and Delaney refilled the glass.

“I haven’t said this before,” Fitzgerald continued, “but I knew Derry. She was very highly respected in the Foreign Office. I have been asked to convey the Foreign Secretary’s deepest commiserations. I know it probably won’t mean a lot to you at this particular moment, but we will do everything we can to get to the bottom of this. Haznawi has been interviewed. Of course, we have nothing on him. His alibi is secure and he is very well protected out there. You don’t rise to the top of that particular little shitpile without knowing how to cover your back. Beyond that we don’t have a lot at the moment. It could have been someone looking to damage Haznawi or it could have been one of his henchmen. Either way, we will crack it.”

Fitzgerald had one final request. “Because of the way this has developed, I’m afraid I must ask you if we can have Derry’s luggage back. They want to go through everything from top to bottom. Would you mind?”

Delaney tried not to look concerned. “It’s upstairs. I’ll go and get it for you. You’re lucky, I was going to get rid of most of it”, he said. He had already decided not to tell Fitzgerald about the chain and the card. He felt bitter and angry. Why should he trust these people? Whoever had killed Derry, they had not been able to protect her. They had not told him the truth and who knows if he was now hearing the full story. At least he now knew who those people were at the funeral. He quickly went upstairs, hurriedly packed the clothes back into the cases and brought them down with him.

“Look, I know this has been very hard on you,” Fitzgerald, “and I know a little of what you must be feeling. Derry was a fantastic person and she won’t be forgotten.

“One final thing,” he added as Delaney showed him towards the door. “Everything I’ve said is between you and me. I’d be grateful if you could keep it that way. The last thing we need is the press crawling all over this. I’ll keep in touch and let you know of any further developments. If you need anything, please call me.”


posted by Richard @ Monday, September 18, 2006 [Chapters 4-8.]

The Golden Chain - remaining chapters

Here's the remaining chapters of "The Golden Chain". I want to get them up on the Internet quickly before the police can start tricking the French authorities into arresting me. I've also written to the French police to give them a link to this blog, so that they can look at the evidence themselves rather than relying on a highly exaggerated international warrant from the British police. This is just a draft, and it is not finished yet, so don't start picking holes in it yet! And this is all I have done so far, I have no more chapters.

  Chapter 4


The hills above Sarajevo, May 1995


The drive back down the valley was silent and tense in the gloomy dusk. Tony was at the wheel of the Discovery, Kovalich in the fornt seat, Roberts in the rear ready to bundle HUMBLE down onto the floor of the vehicle. Bas and Steve were in the heavy Comms vehicle, which for once was able to keep up with the more powerful Discovery down the long descent back to Sarajevo. Kovalich was struggling in the front seat to pull on his field boots and his paramilitary webbing, and a waxed barber jacket, throwing his suit jacket and smart shoes into the back of the vehicle.

“Well I tell you something. I won’t forget that in a hurry,” said Kovalich. “Talk about weird. With just a few out of place words, I could have started World War Three in there. You now what, as we were leaving, he told me to do my duty as a Serb! Bloody cheek!”

Kovalich slapped an ammo clip into his M-16 rifle, which Roberts noted had been modified to accept the SUSAT telescopic sight from the SA80. Such hybrid weapons were a popular choice amongst the Increment team. Roberts fingered his Browning 9mm, tucked in its side holster. He’d never been much good at using it on the IONEC training, and he envied Kovalich’s ease with weapons. By now he was very tired and not looking forward to the prospect of a long journey back to Sarajevo, only cheering up at the thought of an evening in the bar once they made it back to the base.

“Shit, we’ve got company!” Tony shouted as he braked urgently to avoid a battered white VW Golf which accelerated out of a side-lane, looming into the Discovery’s headlights.

Kovalich reacted instinctively to the danger, grabbing the Motorola.

“Jon, overtake us, we need you up front – we’ll have to hang back for the pickup”, he barked urgently. Tony slowed to let the 110 catch up and pass. “Hopefully it’s just a farmer whose had too much Slivovics”, Kovalich growled,

“But we’ll not take any chances”. Tony slowed further to drop well back from the Golf and 110 .

“We’ll do the pickup without rear cover”, Kovalich ordered into the Motorola. Jon acknowledged with two bursts.

The team had practised the pickup ad nauseum in the Brecon Beacons – they could get the agent into the backseat barely stopping the car – but nevertheless it was better to have rear-cover to stop any stray passing cars from getting too close. But with the paucity of traffic, the risk was limited.

There was only a few hundred metres to go now. Roberts moved into position ready to throw open the rear door. The Motorola clicked with a double burst from Jon.

“He’s passed the RV – good lad”, muttered Kovalich, ‘Get ready – next corner”. The Discovery swung down, round the steep descending turn, across the bridge, halting abruptly just after the bridge. Tony extinguished the lights as Roberts simultaneously threw open the rear door and Kovalich sprang out of the vehicle, hauling HUMBLE up the bank from under the bridge and throwing him into the back of the vehicle. Roberts pushed him unceremoniously down onto the floor and Tony was underway again in a matter of seconds.

“Get your foot down, we need to be back up behind Jon” ordered Kovalich, simultaneously stabbing a couple of bursts into the radio to let the lead vehicle know that the pickup was successful.

The Discovery was soon back on the tail of the 110, which was still being held up by the slowly meandering Golf.

“Jon, you need to overtake”, Kovalich ordered into the Motorola. But it was too late. Somewhere behind them, further up the hill, headlights from another vehicle could clearly be seen.

“There’s a couple of vehicles behind us,” Kovalich stated as matter of factly as he could. “They’re moving at speed and I think it’s best we assume they are hostile.” The lead vehicle was now no more than 150metres back up the road. Roberts craned his neck to try to pick out its details against the glare from its headlights. He could just make out the outline of a heavy roof rack.

“Shit – I think it may be Arkan”, Roberts said quietly.

“Well, we’re taking no chances”, Kovalich announced. “Jon, take out the Golf!”, he ordered urgently into the Motorola. 602 Troop had been well versed in offensive driving, and Jon knew what to do. Gunning the diesel, he accelerated firmly into the back of the Golf, intending to force it off the road. Suddenly, the rear window of the Discovery caved in under a barrage of shots.

“Get down!’ screamed Kovalich, twisting around in the front seat and opening up over the heads of Roberts and HUMBLE with a deafening burst from his M-16. “Floor it Tony!”, The V8 Discovery accelerated fast, swerving around the 110 which was now half on the road, half in the ditch, it’s nose buried in the side of the Golf. Kovalich continued to give covering fire in short bursts through the back window, as the Discovery accelerated away urgently from the danger.

“Christ! I hope Jon and Bas are ok”. Tony spoke out first to break the silence. “They’ll have to look after themselves”, Kovalich replied tersely. “Our job is to get the passenger out – how’s he doing?” HUMBLE was still huddled face down on the floor – “I’m OK”, he replied weakly after a pause. “Just make sure that bastard Arkan does not get his hands on me.”

“Just hang in there, Edin, we’ve not got far to go until we get to the LZ”, Kovalich replied in a calm voice that exuded confidence.

“OK, OK, but this is very big importance. I got everything. You get me out this fuckin’, bloody mess!”. Roberts’ ears pricked up. What was Dmitrovic talking about?

“I risk my fuckin’ neck for all this. I want you get me out of here. I got everything. I piss on that bastard. You don’t know what they do. They kill, they fuckin’ kill. They kill you, they kill me...”

“OK, that’s enough. No-one’s gonna get killed. Just chill it, we’ll be there soon.” Kovalich switched to Serbian and Dmitrovic began to quieten down.

“What are you saying?,” Roberts said, uncomfortable that he was so reliant on this soldier, for now that he was in his camo gear, that’s what he looked like.

“Don’t worry, He knows the score. My Bosnian's not bad but there's something I don't quite understand. Something about 'Imam Zlatny Lanac'. What’s he on about? Is that a person?”

“No idea. Let’s worry about that later”, said Roberts. “We’ve still got a long way to go.”

Tony was still gunning the Discovery down the gloomy lanes, now with the headlights off to evade the pursuer. He tried the Motorola, but there was no reply from the other vehicle. They were on their own now.

“We should be coming to the turn off in one click from here”, Kovalich announced, studying the waterproof map with a red-dimmed pencil torch. “500 metres after the next bend”.

Tony slowed the Discovery. “Any moment now – here – left here”. Tony swung the Discovery into a mud track, which descended rapidly, then swung round a muddy corner.

“Stop now!” Kovalich ordered abruptly.

“But the LZ is another three clicks’, Roberts quavered.

“Yes, but we’ll never make it if Arkan’s men are right up our arses. They’ll take out the chopper and us too. Get out of the vehicle and up the bank”. Kovalich leapt from the vehicle, deftly slipping another clip into the M-I6.

“Tony, you and me, we’ll take up an ambush position on the bank. If Arkan comes down here he’ll be blocked by the Discovery and we’ll take him out. Roberts – you get the passenger down the lane as far as you can to the LZ”.

Kovalich and Tony quickly settled into a listening watch, lying prone with their weapons cocked and in automatic mode, in a perfect ambush OP on the top of a bank, some fifteen metres from the Discovery. If Arkan came round the blind corner, he would be forced to a halt by the Discovery, and even if he had more weapons and grenades he would have difficulty in escaping their concentrated firepower.

“You take the back seat guys – I’ll take the driver and Arkan”, Kovalich whispered to Tony.

The growl from Arkan’s Landcruiser grew closer. “Good – he’s still gunning after us”, Tony whispered, relishing the action. Kovalich didn’t reply, listening intently. “There’s more than one vehicle – this could be a shitfight”. The growl grew in crescendo, but then the pitch changed.

“They’ve missed the turnoff”, Tony replied hesitantly, “Let’s go and catch up with the others”.

“No, wait!” Kovalich snapped back, “I’ll say when”.

There had been total silence for ten minutes before Kovalich gave the go-ahead to move. Quickly they slithered down the bank onto the path. “Rip the tyre valves out – we’re all taking the chopper home now and the car is better off left blocking the track”. Kovalich and Tony worked quickly to flatten the tyres, slicing into the valves with their bukc knives. Soon the two soldiers were in a brisk trot to catch up with the others.

Roberts and HUMBLE were waiting in the middle of the small clearing some three clicks down the track that had been identified as the helicopter LZ. Kovalich was mildly relieved that Roberts had been able to find the LZ without his help, but irritated that he had so little fieldcraft that he was standing out in the open in the middle of the LZ.

"Get over here under cover, you pricks", Kovalich hissed. Kovalich had far more confidence in Tony, who despite being from the Sig Corps, was proving a switched on soldier. “The chopper RV is at 2000 zulu", he whispered to Tony, "we’ve twelve minutes to set up the NATO T”.

Kovalich and Tony worked quickly to set out a simple T marker pattern on the LZ, using small infrared directional beacons. The Increment pilots would be flying in full night vision goggles and the beacons – invisible to the naked eye – would allow the pilots to judge their final approach.

With the beacons in position, Kovalich and Tony took up a defensive listening watch, lying prone in the damp pine leaves, rifles at the ready should Arkan's men reappear. Minutes passed, the silence broken only by drops of water falling from the fog-laden pine trees. An attempt by Roberts to make small talk to HUMBLE was rapidly silenced by an irate Kovalich. A dog bayed in the distance. Kovalich instinctively tensed, glancing over to Tony. Tony cupped his hand to his ear, to signal that he had heard it too. The dog barked again, this time closer. Kovalich glanced at his Casio – still five minutes to go.

The seconds ticked by interminably. The dog barked increasingly excitedly, and Kovalich guessed that they could only be a kilometre or so away, probably hot on their trail down the muddy lane. If they had not blocked the track with the Discovery, they would probably already be on them. He started to tense, but knew that the Increment pilots would be within a second or so of the RV time - it never ceased to amaze him how they could turn up so punctually. With thirty seconds to go, Kovalich heard for the first time the distinctive thud thud of a heavy helicopter, and turned, cupping his hand to his ear as he did so.

“They’re here”, Roberts hissed excitedly, “Let's get ready on the LZ!”.

“Stay down” Kovalich ordered angrily. His face furrowed as he listened intently to the noise of the approaching helicopter.

“That’s not our Puma – it’s coming from the North, he’s travelling too slow, and there’s only one helicopter that thuds like that - it's a fucking Hip! They’ve got air support – let’s move!!!”.

The AEW Sea King holding over Ark Royal, it's airborne radar scanning the Bosnian Serb territory for any illegal aircraft movements, would have picked up the Bosnian Serb Mi-8 Hip helicopter, and the Increment Puma would have been alerted and immediately aborted the pickup. The crew would have already reverted to the fallback plan to try the exfil again exactly two hours later at the ERV (Emergency RV) LZ. For the helicopter crew, that just meant a few hours sipping tea on the Ark Royal, but for Kovalich and his team it meant a cross country hike around the mountain, scrambling through the undergrowth and fording several streams. The tab would be easy for a fit soldier, but he could see that it would be hard going with Roberts and HUMBLE, neither who looked like they were used to an outdoor life.

Kovalich grabbed HUMBLE by the shoulder, pulling him away from the LZ and into cover. Roberts flung himself down besides them, panting heavily. Tony stayed in his defensive position on the LZ, ready to give covering fire to the others as they retreated into cover, should Arkan make an appearance. As soon as they were on the other side of the LZ, Tony knew that Kovalich would be lying prone, ready to give covering fire for his retreat. Leaping to his feet, he started to run, crouched as low as he could, back to the copse where the others were sheltering. The dogs bayed again, and in a rasp of automatic fire, Tony crashed to the ground, his skull split apart by a Kalashnikov round. More gunfire erupted, the bullets whizzing by into the undergrowth.

“They’ve got at least five or six weapons there! “We’re on the move. Go!” Heavily outnumbered, Kovalich realised that there was no point in returning fire. They would be outflanked. Their only hope now was to turn and run headlong downhill, away from the pursuers. HUMBLE looked panic striken, clutching at his small shoulder bag. Roberts cursed himself and grabbing hold of HUMBLE’s arm, half-pushed, half-dragged him down the steep escarpment. Kovalich brought up the rear, stopping every so often to loose off a few bursts of automatic fire.

As quick as they could they made their way down the mountain, crashing through the undergrowth, branches lashing their faces. The dogs were not far behind. Roberts and HUMBLE slid down a small bank and found themselves in a stream.

“Thank fuck for that!” Roberts exclaimed. He had remembered enough of his training to know that the stream would help them shake off the dogs. The three men waded into the shallow water and quickly moved downstream, slipping off the rocks more than once in the process. The sound of the dogs grew fainter, but they didn’t let up, Kovalich pushing the others as hard as he could, whispering words of encouragement, but never letting up on his guard.

Suddenly the stream seemed to disappear. Roberts pushed ahead to see a huge drop below them. A small pool lay at the bottom, the full spate of the stream cascading over the rocks. Kovalich pushed past the two men.

“OK, it’s simple. It’s about 12 metres. From what I can see, the water is deep enough to absorb most of the fall. We’re gonna have to take our chances.

“Roberts, you go first. Edin, you next. I’ll follow you two.”

“Christ! You know, sometimes I am so fucking sick of this job.” Roberts was more resigned that angry. With that, he leaped over the ledge and crashed into the pool below. It was three or four second before he surfaced and gave the thumbs up.

“Ok, Edin, your turn.” The agent was clearly terrified, but he had done the calculation.

“I rather die like this than with Arkan’s boys,” he said. He crossed himself, muttered something in Serbian and clutching his shoulder bag, he jumped. There was a sickening crunch and Kovalich knew something had gone wrong. He looked down and saw the Serbian’s body lying headfirst in the water. He hadn’t jumped out far enough and one of his legs had caught on an outcrop just above the pool, sending the upper part of his body crashing into the rocks on the waterline. Blood from a huge gash across the top of his head was draining into the pool.

“I think he’s done for,” Roberts shouted. “He’s a complete mess.”

Kovalich jumped immediately. Every excrutiating detail that last parachute jump flew through his mind, his arms twitching involuntarily as he relived the pain. Then there was a crash as he hit the water.

The icy black water momentarily stunned and disorientated Kovalich. As he spluttered to the surface, his first thought was for his rifle which had been ripped from his grip in the fall. It would be impossible to recover it from the deep water at the foot of the waterfall. At least the headlong charge down the stream would probably have thrown the dogs off the trail, and Arkan’s men would not be determined enough, nor equipped, to descend the waterfall.

He was safe. He waded over to where Roberts was standing in front of HUMBLE.

“Right, we’ve got sort this out quickly,” said Roberts. Where’s his bag? He’s dead sure enough. Help me lift him down.”

The two men struggled to pull the Serb off the rocks and lay him out close to the base of the waterfall. Kovalich found his bag after a couple of minutes and waded back to the muddy bank where he had left Roberts. To his surprise and disgust, Roberts was sitting up, delving into his small backpack.

“Thanks for the help”, Kovalich snarled sarcastically. Roberts replied with a long swig from his hipflask, not even looking Kovalich in the eye.

“Put that away, you arse, we’ve got to move from here fast”, Kovalich ordered.

“And hand over your pistol, it’ll be a fat lot of good in your hands”.

“Who the hell are you to order me around”, Roberts turned angrily, wiping his lips on the back of his hand, his sallow face flushed with anger.

“You’re not in charge here, it’s me that takes the decisions”.

Kovalich bristled, but kept his silence - he knew that he would come off worse in any verbal argument with Roberts.

“So keep watch while I work out how to get to the ERV”, he snarled back at Roberts. Kovalich knew it would be unproductive to waste time scoring points with him. His priority now was to try to get to the ERV in time for the second attempt by the Increment Puma. Moving up the bank under the cover of some overhanging branches, he carefully laid down HUMBLE’s bag and swiftly unfolded his poncho from his webbing. Soon he was studying the map, head under the shelter of the poncho to shield the dim red light of his pencil torch. He cursed that in the headlong rush from the LZ, that he had not taken an accurate bearing with his Silva compass. He estimated that they had run about a click and a half before hurtling over the waterfall. But the detail on the map was very poor, and even the stream was not marked.

Kovalich delved into his webbing, and pulled out the Trimble handheld GPS that had just been issued to the Increment. He marvelled at the technical wizardy of the gadget, but was mistrustful of its accuracy. During trials on the Brecon Beacons, the position had sometimes been more than 100 metres out. The boffins from RARDE (Royal Armaments Research and Development) had explained that the yanks had deliberately diluted the accuracy of any non-US military sets). The unit took several minutes to lock on to the satellites. Kovalich read off the position, related it to the map, and made a quick assessment of the route to the ERV. It would take an hour of hard tabbing to make it.

Kovalich emerged from under the poncho, blinking as his eyes readjusted to the dark. Kovalich snapped at the sight of Roberts sitting astride a falling log, with the contents of HUMBLE’s bag strewn in front of him.

“You were supposed to be keeping a look out, you useless bastard”, Kovalich snapped angrily. “Put that gear away – you’ll have time to examine it when we’re back home”. Roberts ignored him, staring intently into his cupped hands. “You and I don’t need to worry about home”, he eventually murmured, “come and look what we have here”. Kovalich was irked to obey even a request from Roberts, but his curiousity got the better of him, and begrudgingly he scrambled up the bank to Robert’s position.

“What was it that HUMBLE was going on about? It it good stuff? Maps, documents?” said Kovalic.

“Close, but not quite,” said Roberts as he drew open a leather pouch he had found in the bottom of the shoulder bag. He pulled back the top and the light caught a shimmering mass.

“Diamonds! Hundreds of bloody diamonds!” Kovalic rubbed his eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.



  Chapter 5


The days following Fitzgerald’s visit were not easy for Delaney. He found himself slipping in and out of pointless speculations. Endless questions carouselled around him. He didn’t shave, he didn’t eat properly. Colleagues from the bank called and he tried to convince them that he was on the mend, that he would be back soon. But in his heart, he knew he would never return. His career had died along with Derry.

He thought about going down to the south of France and spending some time on his yacht, the Double Digit, bought on the back of a particularly good bonus. But gnawing away at him were all the unanswered questions about Derry’s death. He was going to find out everything he could about Omar Haznawi - aka Omar Abu Walid - and the Golden Chain.

The easiest place to start was on-line. There was no shortage of references. Interleaved between the websites of motels and jewellery stores were plenty of articles setting out the history of the controversial list. Originally seized by the Bosnian police during a raid on the offices of the Benevolence International Foundation in Sarajevo in March 2002, the list had been part of a file called Tareekh Osama – Osama’s History.

Part of an archive of documents on the formation of al-Qaeda transported to Bosnia by Islamist veterans of the Afghan jihad against the Soviets, the Golden Chain document was a single, handwritten sheet of paper. It purported to list twenty of bin Laden’s most important financiers. The list included six bankers and twelve businessmen, including two former ministers. Two of the names on the list have never been identified.

The wealth of these donors was huge, Delaney thought to himself. Their cumulative corporate net work was more than $85 billion. They owned or controlled 16 of the biggest companies in Saudi Arabia. Some of the names were familiar to Delaney. His bank had even done business with a few of them.

The whole archive had been translated and submitted in evidence by the US government in the case of of Enaam Arnaout, who was eventually convicted of raising funds to support terrorism. Delaney, knowing that he needed to get a hold of a set, made a quick call to Tom Jeffries, a city lawyer who acted for the bank.

“No problem, Stephen. I’ll get a copy of the court documents fedexed over to you.”

Delaney parried the questions about when he was going to return to work and promised to fix a lunch with Tom “in a week or two”.

Two days later the massive tome, Re: United States v Enaam Arnaout 02 CR 892, arrived by bike at the house. It was fascinating stuff. There were personal letters written by bin Laden himself, lists of to-dos written by his lieutenants, copies of articles in the English and Arabic press, minutes of meetings, scrawled instructions.

Right at the front was the Golden Chain list. It was a distinctly unimpressive document. No title, no date, no author. Just the handwritten names, alongside which were written another set of names. It was as if the donors had each been allocated to a contact person. This subsidiary list was only five names: Osama himself, Wael Jaleedan, president of the Saudi Red Crescent Society, Abu Mazin, who was brother of one of bin Laden’s father’s wives and tutor to the bin Laden family, Adel Baterji of the Saudi Benevolence Society and Salem Taher, whose identity had never been established.

Prosecutors in the Arnaout case had suggested that these five men had each been responsible for getting donations from the businessmen on the list. But there were problems. Delaney noted that several of the businessmen had successfully sued newspapers that had linked them to al-Qaeda. This list in itself was evidence of nothing. He decided to call Jeffries again.

“Hi Tom, sorry to bother you again, but do you know anyone who could help me decipher the importance of these documents? I’ve got no idea myself.”

Delaney was sure that Tom would not be suspicious. After all, this was a list of bankers, some of whom had had connections with his bank. Tom would assume that Delaney was back on track and involved in putting some kind of a deal together in the Middle East, but wanted to be sure about his potential partners.

“Well, if you want to be very formal about it, we could go to Kroll or someone like that and ask for a full due diligence report on all the names. Very expensive, but usually very thorough. If you simply want a heads-up, there’s a woman I know at the Eurasia Institute who’s pretty clued up on this kind of thing. Do you want me to arrange a meeting? It would be good to catch up anyway.”

They agreed and a couple of hours later Delaney got an email from Tom suggesting lunch later in the week. “She’s bringing someone along who might be of interest,” wrote Tom. “See you there”.

Delaney spent the next two days immersed in the arcane world of al-Qaeda. A trip to Borders armed him with a pile of books on the Afghan jihad and the war on terror. It’s become a major industry, he thought to himself as he went through the shelves stocked with heavy tomes. He worked Google relentlessly, following each lead on the names until his head was in a spin. The internet was brilliant, but was also a curse. For every decent reference, there were hundreds of pages of crap – conspiracy theories, out-of-date material – that slowed him down. As the lunch meeting drew closer, he wasn’t sure if he knew less or more than he had done when he started out.

Tom had suggested meeting for lunch at Joe Allen’s in Exeter Street. A big, busy restaurant in a basement just off the Aldwych, it was popular with literary and theatrical types. He arrived to find Tom already there, along with his guests.

“Stephen! Good to see you! Let me introduce you to Emily Hawkstone from the Eurasia Institute. And this is Sulaiman!”

As the four of them sat down, Delaney realised it was months since he had seen anyone socially. He felt slightly clumsy but Tom was the perfect host for this kind of occasion, ordering the drinks and keeping up a constant banter. Sulaiman, he noticed, ordered only water to drink. Clearly a pious Muslim, he wore a full beard. But there was a lively sparkle in his eyes and he gave out a warmth that was almost tangible. He was a big man, confident of himself, even though Delaney was sure he seldom frequented up-market restaurants in the centre of London.

Emily Hawkstone was in her early thirties. Unlike the majority of terror analysts, she had been studying Islamists ever since she had graduated 12 years before – well before the 9/11 attacks. Her knowledge was encyclopaedic. She’d been a member of the Club de Madrid’s working group on terror finance and was a regular speaker on the ever-growing circuit. Delaney wasn’t entirely sure who financed the Eurasia Institute and it crossed his mind that she was slightly ‘spooky’, but he had nothing to hide. After all, he was simply getting some background on potential clients for the bank.

As soon as the drinks had arrived, Tom was in full flow. He sang Delaney’s praises and delicately mentioned Derry’s recent death in an ‘accident’ in the Gulf. Emily and Sulaiman were both slightly taken aback and offered him their condolences but much to his relief, it didn’t seem to halt the conversation. He even found himself laughing when Tom described a recent case he had handled in front of a notoriously cantankerous High Court judge.

“It was absolutely sweltering in court and counsel for the other side asked if, under the circumstances, he might be allowed to remove his wig. ‘No you can’t,” shot back the judge. ‘I’ve got to wear this bloody thing and so will you”’.

The conversation slowly made its way around to the question of al-Qaeda and the Golden Chain.

“You may have picked up already that there are a number of uncertainties surrounding the origin and meaning of the list,” said Emily. “It has been seized upon as the smoking gun by the right wing in the States and various conspiracy theorists. But the truth is somewhat different. I’ll let Sulaiman explain, because he knows exactly what happened in Afghanistan in the late eighties. He was there.”

Sulaiman gave a mischievous chuckle as he picked up on the startled expression on Delaney’s face. “Don’t worry, Mr Delaney, you are safe! Let me explain. Today, all the people think every Arab in Afghanistan, he is supporter of Osama. Is not true! I live many years in Afghanistan. I come in 1985 and leave in ’92. I know Osama very well. To tell the truth, he was a good man. But he is weak. After the jihad against the Russkis was finishing there was a lot of confusion among the Arabs. What to do? Where to go?”

Sulaiman explained that he was a former Egyptian army officer. Like many of his generation, he had joined the Moslem Brotherhood, the Ikhwan, in his twenties. After the murder of Sadat and the crackdown, he had eventually made his way to Afghanistan to fight alongside the Afghans. In the early years the Arabs really had been a ‘band of brothers’, very much playing a secondary role to the Afghans who were more than capable of fighting the Soviet forces. Nonetheless, they had played their part, especially in the Panjshir Valley just north of Kabul. It had been held by the legendary mujahideen commander Ahmed Shah Massoud, who was later murdered by Osama’s men, just two days before the 9/11 attacks on America. Sulaiman was one of a small group of Arabs who had withstood all the Soviets could throw at them.

“I remember one time”, he said, his eyes once again sparkling, “maybe four hundred, maybe five hundred tanks, lorries, guns, coming into the valley. None of them returned. We destroyed them all. Massoud, he was a real warrior.”

But as the Soviets withdrew in the late eighties and the factional fighting between the Pashtuns, Tajiks, Uzbeks and Hazara grew in intensity, the Arabs were in crisis. The brotherhood of the earlier years evaporated. Rockets fell on Kabul and turned it into a smouldering ruin, killing thousands of civilians in the process. “It was all the fault of Pakistan,” said Sulaiman. “The ISI, their intelligence people. The world turned away as they ran Afghanistan like it was a game for them. Build them up, knock them down. They don’t care.”

“I suppose we did the same in Afghanistan ourselves in the nineteenth century,” interjected Tom. “We even called it the Great Game. Nothing really changes does it?”

Sulaiman explained that he had supported Sheikh Abdullah Azzam, a Palestinian cleric who had been one of the first to travel to fight with the Afghans. Azzam had even been Osama bin Laden’s mentor, teaching him at university in Saudi Arabia and encouraging him to come to Afghanistan to see for himself what could be done to support their Moslem brothers.

Azzam’s idea was that as the conflict with the Soviets was coming to an end, the Arabs should create a new organisation – al-Qaeda did not yet exist – called al-Tahadi - the Challenge – and use wealth of the Gulf states to reconstruct Afghanistan. The fighting should finish, the refugees should return and this magnificent country could once again take its place amongst the civilised nations of the world.

But Azzam had been outflanked, said Sulaiman. “It was my own countrymen, who were responsible. The Egyptians. They are very clever and they saw that Osama, he was a wealthy man. He was not close to them at first, but they work on him. They praised him, told him he was a great man. They could not go home. They would be killed. They had a different idea. Dr Ayman al-Zawahiri, he was one of the Egyptian leaders. In the jihad, we never saw this man. He never fighting. He stay in Peshawar to do politics, politics. That is why I say Osama is weak man. Because soon they are staying in his guesthouse and they begin to make plans against Sheikh Azzam.”

Matters came to a head over the formation of the new organisation. Osama’s supporters, jealous of the role of Azzam, accused him of acting without authority. They knew he was very influential with the Saudi and Gulf Arabs who had financed the war against the Soviets and they were determined to take over the new al-Tahadi organisation and use its funds to build a new jihad organistion to take on the West. After all, they had beaten the Russians. Why couldn’t they do the same against the Americans and the British?

“What happened?”, Delaney asked, amazed by this history, none of which he had ever heard about.

“There was a special court, with Islamic judges. There was great danger of a fight among the Arabs. Osama’s people put leaflets in the mosques in Peshawar. They wanted to cut the hands of Sheikh. They wanted to kill him. The court, it was for three days. At the end Sheikh was defeated. The Egyptians, they did good job, they fixed the judges.”

“So what has all this got to do with the Golden Chain.”

Well, that list from Sarajevo, that was list of rich men that Sheikh wanted to ask for money for al-Tahadi. Not for al-Qaeda. But it never happen. After court was finish they all got frightened. They not want to give money to Osama and the Egyptians. So, soon, everything collapse. And few months later…” here, Sulaiman made a gesture with his arms, “they blow up Sheikh and his sons in a car bomb in Peshawar.”

“There’s something else,” said Emily. “It has been known for some time that there is somewhere a genuine secret list of funders for al-Qaeda. In fact, a few years ago it very nearly surfaced. That too was in Bosnia. I heard about it on the grapevine. The Serbs got it out of some poor Arab they tortured to death. It was Karadic’s people. I was told that there was an attempt to get the list but that it all went pear-shaped. People lost their jobs over it, from what I heard.”

“So your telling me that the list found a couple of years ago was not the real list, but that such a list does exist, although it has never been passed on to the intelligence services? Surely Karadic would have been happy to curry favour with the West by handing over the list?” said Delaney.

“That’s just it,” replied Emily. “I don’t know the full details, but a spy working for the West did get the list and tried to bring it out. There was some muck-up, he was killed and the body never found. Now no-one knows where it is.”

“What an incredible story!” exclaimed Delaney. “So as far as you are concerned, the names on the Golden Chain list that have been published are not al-Qaeda funders at all?”

“It’s very unlikely. They are all stalwarts of the Saudi regime, which has disowned Osama. I’m sure they all give to Islamic causes, but international terrorism, that’s something else.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you here,” said Tom, but time is pushing on. I’m afraid I have to leave shortly.”

“That’s fine,” Delaney answered. “I think I have probably heard all I can take in for the moment. Sulaiman, thank you so much for taking the time to come here today. Can we meet again if necessary? The same goes for you too, Emily.”

“It has been my pleasure, Stephen. Inshallah we will meet again soon. When people talk about Afghanistan and Osama, mostly they talk rubbish. It is important for me to put record right. Sheikh Abdullah, he was a great hero, but his story is not told. This is now my duty.”

“And I will be happy to help you in any way I can,” replied Emily. With that she handed over her business card as Tom called for the bill.



  Chapter Six


MI6 headquarters, Vauxhall Cross, London, July 1995


Immediately on his return to London Roberts had spent a glum afternoon in his office on the third floor of Vauxhall Cross, drafting and redrafting his account of the disastrous HUMBLE exfiltration. His immediate superior, P5, had quickly made it clear that he wanted a full report.

“Every bloody detail, David. Right down to the colour of your underwear. There’s a lot riding on this.”

P5 and other colleagues, he noticed, had been noticeably muted in their attitude to him on his return and he knew that his reputation in the organisation had taken a beating. No sooner had he finished the report – eight pages of closely typed explanation - than the Personnel Department had sent him on gardening leave, advising him somewhat nefariously that he “needed time to recover”.

He’d gone back to the small first floor flat he was buying in Pimlico, just along from the tube station, but quickly decided to get out of London for a week or two. His first stop had been Edinburgh to make the obligatory visit to family, before flying on to Dublin. It wasn’t just the scenery. Roberts knew he would find some solace at least in the two or three bookshops in each city that could be depended upon to turn up the odd volume of Byron’s poems. He’d been introduced to Byron by his Director of Studies at Oxford, Dr Noel Casey, and studying his writings and searching out old tomes and letters had become a passion. It was expensive, but rewarding and over the years the collection of early editions had almost filled a shelf in his front room. Roberts often wished he’d stayed on at Oxford to do a PhD – but then one evening Casey had invited him up for a sherry and discreetly suggested that he might like to “do something for his country” instead.

Roberts had been seduced by the intrigue of the invitation, and six months later, after a series of interviews and a rather intrusive vetting procedure, entered the Intelligence Branch of MI6 in the September 1989 intake. Roberts still had mixed feelings towards Casey for diverting him into MI6 – life would have been a lot less complicated if he had just carried on at Oxford.

Roberts had also drunk a great deal of whisky and smoked rather too many cigarettes on his enforced period of leave and he could feel their effects even on the short walk from Waterloo station to the office. His three weeks on leave were up and this was his first day back. He knew he’d be in for a grilling at some point, but he had already worked out his strategy. Kovalic would be the fall guy. He was the one who was supposed to handle the military side of things and he’d fucked up. It was as simple as that.

Roberts began to think about where he would be sent next. They would probably send him to a sleepy outpost in Africa, with nothing much to do except pay the bribes to local officials - something that the regular diplomats were not allowed to do. Or with a bit of luck they might send him to one of the old colonies where working for the High Commission still had some cachet – a spell in India attending cricket and polo matches and cultivating high-ranking Indians would be most agreeable. Anywhere, so long as it wasn’t Bosnia. Not for a while at least. Not until everyone had forgotten all about those diamonds.

It was just before 9am, but even so he was sweating gently in the warm July air, and he knew he had put on even more weight since his last MI6 medical. He noticed that the entrance atrium to Vauxhall Cross had been further reinforced since his last visit – a heavily buttressed wall had been built to protect the glass entrance – presumably to discourage a suicide ram-raid bomber. Swiping his ID card through the reader, he broke into even more of a sweat as he wondered for an instant if the doors would open – he’d heard of other dismissed staff learning of their fate that way. But to his relief, the doors swished open with their familiar sound, ushering him into the airy inner atrium of Vauxhall Cross.

Roberts’ optimism was short-lived. Waiting for him just inside the doors was Barnes, the senior security guard, resplendent in his smart black uniform. Roberts knew little about him, despite seeing him every morning for his seven years in the service. From his stance and bearing, Barnes had clearly been recruited from the military, but it was not the kind of thing you asked questions about at Vauxhall Cross.

“Good morning Sir”, Barnes announced crisply, but without his usual smile. “I’ve been asked to escort you to the interview room. If you could come with me…” Barnes’ sentence tailed off unmilitarily, and Roberts already knew that he was in for a rough ride at the debrief. “Even the bloody staff can smell a corpse,” he thought to himself.

Barnes led Roberts at a brisk pace to E46, the interview room on the ground floor, just to the right of the main atrium. It was normally used for meetings with liaison officers from friendly intelligence services, who needed a secure meeting room, but who were never admitted into the inner sanctity of the MI6 offices. Already waiting inside were P5 - Peter Kennedy, who was Robert’s operational boss - and SBO1, Charles Kidde, the senior operational security officer for the Balkans. Kidde was a widely experienced, semi-retired officer whose job was to oversee the security aspects Balkan operations and to offer guidance to the operational officers. He knew Roberts well and had been intimately involved in the HUMBLE operation from the beginning.

The two men looked up as Roberts entered the room. Roberts quickly noticed that the tables in the room were arranged in a T, the layout favoured by senior managers for debriefs. It kept the interviewee at an impersonal distance from the interviewers.

“Take a seat”, Kennedy didn’t offer a handshake, merely indicating to Roberts to sit down at the tip of the T while he and Kidde sat down facing him at the other end. In front of them was a pile of papers. Sitting on the top, Roberts recognised his own report of the events on Mt Igman two months earlier. An ancient Panasonic tape recorder, the likes of which Roberts hadn’t seen since his schooldays at Harrow, whirred away between them.

“It was the only one that TOS could teach me how to operate”, Kidde said nervously, trying to make it sound like a joke. “I hope you won’t mind if we use it to record the conversation?”

“It looks like I’ve got no choice”, Roberts answered back with scarcely concealed hostility. He did not like the way he had been hijacked by Barnes and lead without warning into what he sensed would be an interview on which his MI6 career depended.

“We’ve obviously read your report on the unfortunate events in Bosnia”, Kennedy nodded towards the papers, “and we’ve also been down to Hereford for a long talk with Sergeant Kovalic. “From what he has told us, there seem to be some inconsistencies in your account”.

“What do you mean by that”, Roberts tensed.

“Sergeant Kovalic told us, or rather I should say ex-Sergeant Kovalic told us, that you behaved in a fairly reprehensible manner on Igman, and did not exactly cover our service in honour”.

“I bet he did. Is that coward trying to blame me? If it wasn’t for him screwing up, we’d all have been fine!”

“That is a very difficult conclusion to draw”, Kidde replied softly.

“You mean that you prefer to believe his account over mine?”, Roberts blustered.

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far...”, Kidde replied cautiously. “But there are substantial discrepancies”.

“Well obviously Kovalic is lying – he just wants to save his career”, Roberts protested, unable to disguise his irritation.

“Kovalic had no chance of saving his career”, Kennedy replied calmly. “Even for the regular SAS guys, there is a sword of Damocles hanging over them – if they mess up an operation, they lose their place in the Regiment. With the Increment guys, they are just expected to resign if one of their operations fails. There is no room for failure. Kovalic knew his career was over as soon as HUMBLE died – so why would he try to shift the blame onto you?”

Roberts stared stonily at the casssette recorder, its mechanical sound amplified by the silence in the room. “Go on then, tell me what he said”.

“All in good time, David,” answered Kennedy, reasserting control for a moment. “First things first. What we all want to know, and what your report conspicuously fails to answer, is why HUMBLE asked for the extraction. Do you have any idea of the consequences of his death? He was our major asset in the region. It was HUMBLE that gave us an edge with the Americans. They were desperate to know how time and time again we were able to get such high quality information. For a while at least, your CX reports were read by everyone who mattered. Now we are absolutely in the dark. Quite frankly, David, it would have been better if none of you had got out alive. Instead we are one asset down and no explanations.”

Roberts could feel Kennedy was needling him. He was trying to be provocative. Still he was not sure where this was all leading. He had expected a hard time at the debrief, but this was turning nastier than he could had ever imagined.

“Look,” he replied combatively, “everyone knew this extraction plan. We rehearsed it, we were all familiar with every element of it. What we couldn’t factor in was Arkan and his gang. And as far as I can see, that’s why Kovalic was there, to sort out that particular problem. He failed and our man got hit. What else is there to say?”

Kidde sifted through the papers, and pulled out a folder bearing the Ministry of Defence crest. He read carefully and deliberately from the file, the short and crisp military writing style not coming easily to his lips.

“It says here that you refused to accept his authority, that you questioned his decisions and that’s why things went wrong.” Kidde was calm, but certain of his ground and for the first time during the debrief Roberts began to feel the tide turning against him.

“He adds that you should at least have got something out of him before he died. As things stand, and as Peter has so clearly explained, we know nothing about why HUMBLE called for the extraction. What we do know is that all hell broke loose in Pale after the incident, that Serbian tracker teams spent days searching those forests looking for HUMBLE, unsuccessfully it appears. It stands to reason that he had something of importance to hand over, if only verbally, don’t you think?”

Roberts now knew he was fighting for his career. It was too late to mention the diamonds now, even if he had wanted to. That would only add to his woes. At least if he was thrown out over a failed operation he would still in all likelihood get the usual facilities – a cosy sinecure somewhere and a nice little pension. If he told them the truth, he knew they would never leave him alone. He might just as well put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. He looked up to see both men staring at him intently.

“Do you anything more to add, David?” said Kennedy, making it clear the debrief was drawing to an end.

“Not really, it’s all in my report. I’ve told you, as far as I’m concerned, HUMBLE’s death is down to Kovalic. He was the insurance policy and he failed to deliver. Why are you trying to take all this out on me?

Kidde solemnly reached over to the tape recorder, pushed a button and the infernal whirring came to a halt with a solid clunk.

Roberts knew too that there was nothing more to add – it was the end of his career too. They had chosen to believe Kovalic, the service no longer trusted him, and he would never work again for SIS.

“I’m really sorry”, Kidde spoke with genuine sympathy, knowing that to say more would just be an unnecessary humiliation for Roberts. “Barnes will show you to the door. We’ve arranged with Personnel Department to come and visit you at your home to discuss your resettlement options”.

In five minutes Roberts was back out in the warm July air, minus his ID card. Turning his back on the imposing MI6 HQ for the last time, he couldn’t conceal a wry smile as he briskly walked towards the tube station. Nowhere in his account had Kovalic mentioned the diamonds….



  Chapter 7


Things were now beginning to make more sense to Delaney. The lunch at Joe Allen’s had been a revelation, particularly the information provided by Sulaiman. What an incredible guy! It was hard to imagine that this jovial, engaging man had been one of the top mujahideen commanders, involved in the hottest battles in Afghanistan.

And Emily Hawkstone’s comments about the existence of a second, genuine Golden Chain list confirmed what Fitzgerald had told him. But Fitzgerald certainly was not revealing everything he knew. What was this earlier attempt to bring out the list? What had happened? If he was going to find out more about Derry’s death, he was going to have to get to the bottom of this mystery.

A couple of days later, after a fruitless search to find more information, he called Emily. She must know more than she had said so far. She was delighted to hear from him again and he quickly moved the conversation on to the Bosnian operation.

“There’s not a lot I can say,” she replied, slightly hesitantly. “Nobody likes to talk about their failures. I heard that someone close to Karadzic had managed to get hold of the list and agreed to hand it over to the Brits. The problem was that he was on the other side of the lines and someone had to go and get him out of Karadzic’s headquarters, probably in Pale. It seems that the team sent in to get him messed up somehow. The informant was killed and those sent in to get him were disgraced.”

“Who were they? Do you know what happened to them?” Delaney tried not to sound too interested. To know as much as she did, Emily must have some pretty special contacts and he didn’t want Fitzgerald or anyone else from the Foreign Office warning him off.

“Listen, do you mind me asking you what your interest is in all this,” she said. “It’s a bit off the beaten track for a banker, isn’t it?”

“Not at all,” he responded defensively. “I’m involved in some very delicate banking negotiations and I really need to be sure about my information. I can’t really tell you the details, but there’s a lot of money at stake.” He felt a twinge of guilt about the lies he was having to tell her, but what else could he do?

“OK, I’ll tell you what. I’ll see if I can find out anything else, but I’m not promising anything. Like I said, no-one likes to wash their dirty laundry in public. Give me a few days.”

“You’re a star, Emily. Call me if you can. If not, call me anyway.” He liked this woman and for a moment he wondered if what he had said had sounded like a come-on. She was good fun and after the lunch he had felt relaxed for the first time since Derry’s death. But even though she was a very attractive woman he was still too raw emotionally to be thinking about relationships. With that, he had hung up, determined to find out all he could about Omar Haznawi.

Fitzgerald had been very careful about what he had said concerning Haznawi. He was believed to be close to the top of the list of al-Qaeda funders, but appeared to be having second thoughts. That made him sound something like a good guy. Yet the coincidence of Derry’s death so soon after meeting him suggested that the Foreign Office had got it wrong. From Delaney’s experience, that would not be a surprise. He’d never had much faith in the chinless wonders who liked to think of themselves as the elite of the civil service. Pro-Arab almost to a man – increasingly to a woman, these days – they were reluctant to believe the truth, even when it was staring them in the face, if it contradicted long-held doctrine.

Finding the official story of Sheikh Omar Haznawi proved to be fairly straightforward. The eldest son of a prominent merchant family from the Emirates, he had built on his father’s business to create one of the largest cargo-handling companies in the world. Not quite rags-to-riches, it was still a great success story. His company, Gulfport Global, not only handled 30 per cent of cargo landed in the Emirates, it had already branched out with major operations in Saudi Arabia and at Jordan’s port of Aqaba. Further afield, it ran wharves and cargo handling in Karachi in Pakistan, Chittagong in Bangladesh and throughout the Indonesian archipelago. All Islamic states, Delaney noted. Borrowings to the family-controlled company from western and international banks were zero, with money coming from Islamic banks in Saudi Arabia that charged no interest on their loans.

Little was known about the family itself. Unlike many other prominent families in the Gulf, Omar and his six brothers had not been western educated, instead earning their degrees – mostly in engineering – in Saudi Arabia and Egypt. Omar himself had married well to a junior princess in the Saudi Royal family. Whether or not there was more than one wife, no-one seemed to know, or care for that matter. He was clearly a very well connected man. Other than that, information was scant. Not being a traded stock, no-one was that interested in the family. Only a brief ‘message from the chairman’, accompanied by a standard picture of Omar in traditional Arab headdress and robes, appeared on the company’s website.

Delaney remembered Fitzgerald’s reference to Omar’s time in Afghanistan. Once more he hits the phone, this time to Sulaiman.

“Of course, everyone knows the Haznawis,” said Sulaiman, delighted to be hearing so soon from his new acquaintance. “They are very big family in the Gulf. But I never met this man myself. His brother, Ali Hassan, he was martyred in the fighting against the Soviets in 1987. It was at Maro, south of Jalalabad and was a famous fight, with many Arabs fighting with their Afghan brothers. I was in charge of the Makhtab al Khidamat, the organisation office for the Arabs at that time, so I remember very well.

“The Afghans, they had been fighting for many days in their base, close to Pakistan border. They were beaten and they fled to Bazar in the Tirah Agency in Pakistan. We sent our fighters and also many talibs came from the religious schools to make big counter-attack. It was very fierce fighting, hand-to-hand. After three days the Soviets, they pulled out in their helicopters. Many were killed and the mujahideen, they lost more than 70, Allah-u-akbar!”

Sulaiman certainly had no time for bin Laden and al-Qaeda, but he was still faithful to the memory of the Arabs who had died fighting the Russians.

“One thing I know about these Haznawis,” said Sulaiman, almost as an afterthought, “they love to hunt with hawks. Always they talk about houbara. It is big bird who runs on the ground. Osama too, he loves this hunting. In the south of Afghanistan there are many of this bird. They love this more than their wives! Later, after Osama come back to Afghanistan from Sudan, many sheikhs from Dubai come to hunt this bird with him.”

The reference to houbara, the great bustard, intrigued Delaney. As he put down the phone he thought back to one of the many books he had read over the past week or two. Something about a failed assassination attempt on Osama in the late 90s. Back in his study, he feverishly rummaged through his notes. There is was! A reference to Steve Coll’s book Ghost Wars on the history of the CIA in Afghanistan.

According to Coll, in early 1999, the CIA station in Islamabad received a report from an agent in Afghanistan that bin Laden had travelled to the west of the country to join a desert hunting party organised by wealthy sheikhs from the Gulf. Although miles from any town, it was close to an isolated landing strip big enough to handle C-130 cargo planes. The camp was well provisioned with generators and freezers.

It was well known that the leaders of the Gulf states regularly flew to Pakistan to follow the houbara bustards during their winter migration. From there, during the Taliban days, they moved on to Afghanistan, sometimes for weeks at a time. This suited the Pakistanis, whose intelligence chiefs were keen to foster close relations between the Taliban and the Gulf Arabs.

CIA trackers had marked the camp with invisible beacons before withdrawing to the nearby hills to watch the hunting party, unsure if Osama was amongst them. It was less than a year after the al-Qaeda suicide attacks on the US embassies in Nairobi and Dar es Salaam, in which hundreds of people, mostly innocent Africans, had died and President Clinton was out for revenge.

Back in Washington security officials monitored the satellite images and began firing questions back to Islamabad. They wanted to know every possible detail, right down to which tent Osama was staying in. So detailed was the imagery that they were able to identify the camouflage patterns and tail numbers on a C-130 parked up on the runway. It was from the UAE air force, making it more than likely that some of Osama’s visitors were members of the Emirates’ many royal families. The CIA’s bin Laden Unit at the Counterterrorist Center in Langley, Virginia, pushed strongly for a missile attack on the camp. Who cared if a few Arab sheikhs were blown up in the process? Other, not necessarily wiser, counsel prevailed. In May 1998 the UAE had signed an $8 billion contract to buy dozens of F-16 fighter planes and the prospect of half-a-dozen sheikhs from its most prominent families being blown to pieces in a cruise missile strike that could not even guarantee that bin Laden was present was too much for the political advisers. Having just carried out a controversial missile attack on the Shifa pharmaceutical plant in the Sudan, they were not in a mood to take risks.

Delaney had no idea if Omar Haznawi had been amongst the hunting party, but even if he hadn’t been there on that occasion, everything pointed towards his close association with bin Laden. His brother’s death at the hands of the Russians would have sealed a bond between the two men. Osama lived by the Arab bedouin code of honour, reinforced a hundred-fold amongst the mujahideen. And the Haznawi family’s wealth would have been a major factor in ensuring he kept their most prominent son close to his inner circle.

Suddenly, Delaney had a thought - Derry’s office. He could hardly believe his own stupidity. After her death, he’d told the two other architects in the practise and the four support staff that he was in no position to make a decision over what to do. The business had some work on its books, enough to last them for six months or so, even though they had told Haznawi’s people they were not in a position to continue the project in Dubai. There was no money to pay severance but he said he would be willing to consider an offer for the whole business, on very reasonable terms. If they wanted to leave, he would understand. To their credit, with the exception of one of the admin workers, they had decided to stay.

Delaney was quickly on the phone to Bill Rockett, one of the two architects.

“Hi Bill, sorry to bother you. I wonder if you still have any of the files on the Dubai project Derry was working on?”

“Of course,” said Bill. “You know what we architects are like. We never throw anything away.”

“Would you mind biking over whatever you’ve got? I want to check out a few things.”

“Sure. There’s nothing wrong is there?”

“Not at all. And by the way, we should arrange at some point soon to talk over the future of the practise.”

“Actually, I was going to call you about that anyway. I think we are just about ready to come to you with a proposal. Give it another week and I’ll be in touch.”

The bike arrived within the hour. The office was only a couple of miles away, in new offices close to Chelsea Harbour. It was a large set of files. Delaney sat reading them late into the evening, looking for anything that would give me some kind of a clue. He didn’t really know what he was looking for and he had no idea about how to read architectural drawings, but he persevered.

Right at the front were Derry’s original sketch drawings from all those years ago in Baghdad. Her neat architect’s handwriting annotated the drawings, highlighting the different materials. There was a beautiful little sketch of the alabaster fountain with its brass fittings and another showing the detailed construction of the wooden screens that they had found throughout the house. Delaney suddenly found himself weeping copiously. What a woman he had lost in Derry. What a truly wonderful woman.

He got up and made himself a cup of strong coffee before going back to studying the files. There was a letter from someone at Gulfport Global in excellent English saying that they were seeking an architect for a prestigious project in the Gulf and asking if she would consider tendering for the job. The letter’s author signed himself ‘personal assistant to Sheikh Omar Haznawi’.

Next was a detailed specification for the two-floor apartment on top of the nearly completed Gulfport Tower in Dubai. The project would start from bare walls and girders. No budgets were mentioned, but it was noted that “completion of the project should take place not more than 15 months from the date of agreement of plans.” It was emphasised that this was a “prestige project, commensurate with the highest standards” and that it would receive international attention. It would have to be distinctly Arab in character, but clearly 21st century and not 19th. Delaney thought of the airport terminal in Dubai, that he’s passed through on half a dozen occasions. It was designed to feel like a collection of billowing Arab tents in the desert, although to him it felt parochial and was already too small for the ever-increasing number of travellers. And now that they were building massive artificial islands in the Gulf in the shape of palm trees covered in boxy villas and making a bid to become an exotic (and tax-free) weekend leisure haunt, it would feel even smaller.

There were copies of Derry’s letter expressing an interest and correspondence to supply companies over the possible availability of fabrics and materials. There was even an upcoming auction catalogue with one or two items marked for possible purchase – a pair of huge candelabra from Egypt, 14th century and estimated at £750,000 and a large 18th century carpet from Nain in Iran, another £75,000. There was certainly no skimping as far as the Haznawis were concerned.

Delaney worked his way through the spec, not really knowing what he was doing. He could barely understand the architectural jargon. But one thing stood out that caught his eye. As well as the main central lifts in the tower that arrived at a lobby onto which the main entrance of the apartment opened, there was also a note about another entirely separate lift that descended without stopping directly into the basement carpark. Even the car storage area contained room for six cars and had its own set of electronic doors. Incredible what money can buy you, he thought.

As he looked up, he noticed the time. It was just past 10 in the evening. No sooner had he reopened the file in front of him than he heard his mobile begin to ring in the room downstairs. As he crashed down the stairs two at a time he wondered who it could be, phoning so late.


“Hi Stephen, it’s Emily here. I’ve got something for you. Can you meet me tomorrow?”


  Chapter 8


A cold, grey February morning buffeted Delaney as he made his way down the Charing Cross Road in central London. It was 9.30am and he was running late. He’d arranged to meet Emily at Gaby’s, a deli famous for its salt beef sandwiches and barley soup. Finally he got there and pushed his way through the heavy door. As he walked past the long counter filled to overflowing with the day’s offerings, he could see her sitting at the back, beneath the signed theatre posters that testified to the eatery’s popularity with the acting profession. Most of the tables were empty.

“Hi Stephen. What a funny little place! What made you choose here? Not quite the usual stamping ground for the banking fraternity, is it.”

“Not really, but I’ve been coming here for years. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No worries. I thought I could meet you before heading into work. I’ve got about 20 minutes or so.” She’d already ordered coffee and a pastry and he quickly did likewise.

“So, I’ve been busy since we met. And Sulaiman has been incredibly helpful,” Delaney told her. “Doesn’t it drive you crazy, the complexity of it all, the shifting allegiances, the nuances. I thought banking was a complex, technical business, but all this leaves me standing.”

She laughed. “You’re doing fine.” She put down her coffee cup and looked straight into his eyes. Delaney found it slightly disconcerting, but at the same time flattering. She looked down for a second then looked at him again. “I managed to speak to someone yesterday. It was a bit tricky, because these kinds of things are always sensitive. Anyway, I must have done or said the right things because he gave me a name. The person who was in charge of getting this Bosnian guy out of the clutches of Karadzic was called David Roberts. It was in 1995. Apparently he went in with a small team, but they were rumbled and had to make a run for it. They got out, but the Bosnian was killed, so there was no chance to debrief him. Not long after that Roberts left the service.”

“What service? Was he a soldier?”

“No, not a soldier. He was an intelligence officer. I think you can safely assume he was working with MI6. That’s the kind of thing they do.”

“Are you saying he was forced out?”

“That’s about the size of it. The Bosnian was their top guy in the Serb camp. Very messy indeed losing him. It later emerged that he was supposed to be carrying important information, but Roberts came back with nothing. Hard on him, I guess, but that’s the way things work. Who knows, perhaps there were other things in the background we know nothing about.”

“So where is he now?

“It’s not that easy to ask questions like that,” she replied, with just a hint of a smile on her face. “But I did anyway. I’m afraid I can’t be very precise. All I can tell you is that he’s living abroad somewhere. ‘Down Under’ to be as precise as I can.”

“Oh, that narrows it down a bit,” he joked. “So he’s somewhere in Australia. I guess I can check out Spies Anonymous or the Association of Failed Spies.”

Emily laughed. “You could put an ad in the Sydney Morning Herald. ‘Wanted: former spy. Must have reputation for botched jobs.’ Oh, I know it’s not funny really. He’s probably had a really shit time.” Looking at her watch, she realised it was time for her to go.

“Sorry Stephen, I’ve got to rush. I wish I had more for you, but that’s it. The person I spoke to knew Roberts and didn’t like him very much. He was glad to see the back of him. I’ve got a strong feeling that there’s a lot more to his. Oh! There is one other thing. When my informant said he was Down Under, he said he was sure he would be happy with his child Harold and Don Juan. I’ve no idea what he meant. I didn’t even know he was married.”

“I don’t think he was talking about marriage,” said Delaney, trying not to sound too superior. “I think he’s talking about Lord Byron. It’s the names of two of his poems, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage and Don Juan.”

“Oops!” she replied, theatrically. “English lit. was never my strong point. Anyway, must go. Speak to you soon. Don’t get up.” With that she was on her way, stopping only to pay for the coffees and cakes at the till. Delaney watched as she did up her coat and disappeared into the shuffling morning crowds.

He ordered another cappuccino. It was the first time he’d been into the centre of town for weeks. He ran over in his mind everything Emily had told him. Roberts was a spook. He’s been tasked with pulling his most important contact out from under the noses of the Serbs and it had all gone wrong. He’d lost his main asset and had been booted out and was now living in Australia, or somewhere in that part of the world, at least.

He knew next to nothing about Roberts, other than he was probably now in his early forties and that he had a penchant for Byron. What an irony. Byron, he recalled, had championed Greek independence against the Ottomans. Poor Roberts had been fighting Serbs, traditional Orthodox Christian allies of the Greeks, on behalf of Bosnian Moslems. Wasn’t it Marx who’d said that history repeats itself – the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce?

He was sure that there was something about this odd little incident in the Balkans a decade ago that linked directly to Derry’s death. How had Roberts failed to get the information out of his man before he was killed? What had really happened? Already, he was beginning to realise that he had no choice but to find Roberts. What else could he do? Even if Omar Haznawi was involved in her death, he was hardly going to admit it.

As he left Gaby’s, he thought he’d potter around in the bookshops along the Charing Cross Road. Why not? He had nothing better to do. Better still, why not make a few inquiries about Byron first editions. Roberts sounded like the kind of person who would go for that kind of thing. He dived into the first shop he came to and spent the next two hours straining his eyes in the dusty interiors of a dozen of the strangest shops in London, those run by the honourable brotherhood (mostly) of secondhand booksellers.

It wasn’t a cheap hobby. One after another he’d seen the booksellers’

eyes gleam at the prospect of finding an unknown buyer of Byron first editions, almost as much as they would gleam to find a first of Don Juan itself. The gleam was followed by the merest of sighs as almost all of them admitted they had very little in the way of first editions in stock. To a man (literally, in this case) they had offered to obtain something special for him. Any particular titles? Bindings? Did he mind second or third impressions of first editions? How much was he thinking of spending? Only one of them, a short fellow, wearing a cardigan and peering over the top of a pair of half-frame glasses at Dilley & Co, had a Byron first, a comparatively short poem called The Prisoner of Chillon (1816), bound together with Manfred (1817) in a half calf over marble boards. Less than a hundred pages in total and yours for £300. The dealer looked surprised when he didn’t take it. “I’m terribly sorry,” Delaney lied, “I’ve already got them.”

Later, back at home, he carried on his quest for Byromaniacs – as he christened them - the obsessive, almost fanatical fans of the club-footed Anglo-Scot. There were hundreds of websites dedicated to the great Romantic poet. He found an on-line version of The Prisoner of Chillon and read it out of curiosity, finding himself moved by the sad tale of the sixteenth century Swiss nobleman, Francois de Bonnivard, who spent six years incarcerated in a castle dungeon on the edge of Lake Geneva for his republican views. He’d never really been a fan of the Romantics, finding it hard to wrestle with all those Classical allusions and dramatic sentiments. And he had always been slightly revolted by Byron’s decadence. But he could see how it would appeal to someone like Roberts - perhaps searching for moral certainties in a confusing and immoral world.

As he trawled the sites, not quite knowing what he was looking for, he dipped into one of the Byron discussion forums where the seriously infatuated discussed everything from the reason his friends burnt his memoirs to the fan mail he received. It was already early evening when he next looked up and he began to think about food. He’d eaten nothing since the morning and was thinking about sending out for a takeaway when something caught his eye.

It was a discussion on the ‘most moving lines’ from any Byron poem. There were thirty or forty contributors to the thread, which was several years old. Someone had suggested “The love which my spirit had painted, it never hath found but in thee” from the Stanzas to Augusta and there was a lively discussion on its relative pros and cons. Half-way down was another suggestion, from ‘Lines written beneath an elm in the churchyard of Harrow’, written in 1807 when the great poet was only nineteen:

  'Oft have I thought, twould soothe my dying hour-
  If aught may soothe when life resigns her power-
  To know some humble grave, some narrow cell
  Would hide my bosom where it loved to dwell''.

It was almost a cry from the heart, the yearnings of an exile for return to his native land. And it was signed David Roberts. “I’ve always loved these lines”, wrote Roberts. “Who can better them?” Delaney let out an involuntary whoop. Could it be his man? He was sure it was. There was no location listed for the author, just a button for sending an email. The thread dated back to mid-2003, and he searched in vain for a more recent posting by the same author. There was nothing.

What to do? He could hardly write to him directly and ask him if he was the same David Roberts who had been chucked out of MI6. What if it was simply coincidence? The name was common enough. He would have to approach this carefully. He left his desk, picked up the phone and called the local Indian takeaway.

Later, as he digested the chicken biryani and peshwari nan washed down with a cold beer from the fridge, he called Emily. She was in town in - from the sounds of it - a very noisy bar. He immediately regretted the call, but she was fine, telling him to hold on while she found a quiet spot where she could hear him properly. Delaney had no idea if she was married or seeing anyone and worried about the reaction from any putative partner. But the warmth of her reaction persuaded him that he was not transgressing.

“Hi Stephen. Sorry about the noise. I’m in a sports bar. We’re watching the Champions League. We’re winning…” suddenly there was a collective groan in the background. “I stand corrected, we’re drawing. I’ve always been a bit of a Chelsea fan and we usually get together once a month or so to watch the live matches in a bar.”

“Do you want me to call you back?”

“No, it’s fine. Really. I hope I was of some use to you this morning”. She sounded as if she was not convinced she had been able to help very much.

“You were fantastically useful!” he reassured her. “In fact, I think I’ve bloody well found him! Well, to be honest, I can’t be sure, but I’ve certainly found a Byron fan called David Roberts.

“Christ, Stephen! That was quick.” There was another groan in the background, presumably at a Chelsea miss on goal.

“Look, this is clearly not a good time. If you don’t get back too late tonight, give me a call when you get in. I’ll be up till late,” he told her.

“Maybe that’s best,” she replied. It’ll be about an hour or so. Speak to you then. Ciao!”

Delaney got up to pour himself a scotch before sitting back down in the armchair beneath the etching by Brangwyn that Fitzgerald had so much admired. He wondered where all this was going. Derry’s death seemed more distant somehow. It was becoming a fact, not an emotion. He wondered if he had done the right thing in not handing over the gold chain and business card to Fitzgerald. Perhaps it was a crucial clue? Maybe that’s why he had come back to collect the bags? Well, it was too late now. He’d made his decision. Anyway, what guarantees did he have that the Foreign Office would get any kind of justice for him? Their concern was international relations, keeping things smooth, not rocking the boat. Derry was now an embarrassing incident about which the less that was said the better. What did it matter that she was someone’s wife?

The phone rang just before 11pm. “Sorry if this is too late,” Emily had begun to apologise.

“No, it’s fine. I had to speak to you. I’ve had a very strange day. If I start babbling and quoting Byron at you, tell me to shut up.”

“God, this is exciting,” she replied. “Tell me everything.”

He explained his tour round the bookshops and the lucky break with the discussion forum. “I know it’s not a lot to go on, a three-year old email from someone, somewhere with the same name. But it’s something. The question is, what do I do now? Do I simply write to him directly and hope to tease out of him something about his background or location? Should I send him a comment about his posting and try and persuade him I am a fellow Byromaniac? I haven’t really got a clue.”

“Why not write back to him and tell him that you too have always found those lines to be sublime. Tell him that you have an early edition of the poem and ask him if he wants to see it.”

“He’ll probably think I’m some old poof trying to get him into bed.”

“Well, let me write to him then.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure. What harm can it do? I’ll use an old hotmail account that doesn’t include my full name. Now tell me, what do you really want to know?

“Very simple really. Just where he is right now. Nothing else.”

“OK, well email me the URL for the page with his comments and I’ll take it from there. Don’t worry. It’s very straightforward.”

“I really appreciate this, Emily. It may all be a waste of time anyway. I have no idea if this is even the right guy. But make sure you are very cautious. This kind of person, if it is Roberts, is not to be messed around with.”

“Don’t worry. Everything will be fine. I’ll contact you if and when I get a reply. Oh, we lost by the way.”

“Lost what?”

“The bloody match! Look, it’s getting late. I’ll be in touch as soon as I can.”

“Alright Emily. My commiserations or whatever. Remember what I said. Be careful.”

She laughed and hung up.



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Wanta Plan Money Release Certain But Bush Administration Sets Terms - Wants Kept Quiet

Wanta $4.5 Trillion to be Released, But When and Under What Terms?

If Sherlock Holmes were here, he might have all the answers. But in the meantime many questions need answering so Americans can get full accountability of trillions of off-shore money stolen by last three presidential administrations.
26 Sep 2006


By Greg Szymanski


There are many questions surrounding the Ambassador Leo Wanta story that need answering no matter if the $4.5 trillion is released or not. As Sherlock Holmes would say, "When you think you know the truth, think again!"


If Holmes were here he probably could solve the trillion dollar mystery, but unwrapping the real truth behind the Ambassador Wanta story is like trying to throw jelly against a wall and making it stick.


And just when you think you've got the handle on what's going on something else happens to shake loose the jelly, making the pieces of the puzzle fall to the floor as if the trusted family dog just knocked over the whole darn card table.


To set the record straight, most of the questions surrounding the bilking of America out of trillions of off-shore money since the end of the Cold War do not involve Ambassador Wanta's credibility or truthfulness behind his story.


They involve a myriad of questions involving Wanta's former superiors and his superiors' superiors who actually control the Illuminati/New World Order and who have been using the trillions of off-shore money in an "off the books" illegal banking scheme to bring down the American economy.


However, one of the main questions that must be asked at this late stage in the game is even if the $4.5 trillion is released is it really going to do any good for the American people under the terms of the release, seeing that these terms are turning out to be strange to say the least.


According the Michael C. Cottrell, who spoke to the Arctic Beacon on Monday, it's not a question of "if the trillions are going to be released but when" in light of the sad fact that the corrupt Bush administration recently said "we will release the money when we are God damn ready!"


With that said, since trillions have been stolen from the American people, it is the right of the people not only to expect a prompt release of the $4.5 trillion but to also retrieve a full accounting of exactly how many trillions have been stolen, who actually pilfered the money and for what nefarious purposes it was used for since the end of the Cold War.


The reason this is important is that under the Reagan protocols and under his Executive Order 12333, the wheels were actually put into motion after the end of the Cold War with Ambassador Wanta to actually utilize off-shore and off the books banking to protect the interests of the United States while amassing a fortune which was supposed to be returned to the people of the United States.


However, as we have learned through Ambassador Wanta own statements, instead of the money being returned for the betterment of the U.S., it has been stolen and used by criminals in the last three presidential administrations for their own private use beyond the oversight of the people and their representatives in the U.S. Congress.


And it's no secret Ambassador Wanta has been jailed for the better part of a decade for trying to bring a portion of the trillions stolen back to the American people. And it's no secret he was declared legal trustor of an estimated $27.5 trillion by a 2003 federal court memorandum opinion by Judge Gerald Bruce Lee.


Further, it's no secret Ambassador Wanta entered into a settlement in June to return $4.5 trillion to the U.S. and that the Bush administration has been blocking the release of the money, which was originally transferred from foreign banks into a Bank of America account.


After being blocked from distribution into Wanta's account and now reportedly placed in a Citibank account, the only legal question that still has remained unanswered is why was the money transferred here from foreign banks in the first place when a legal trustor has signatory power over his trust account and should be able to transfer the money directly into his own account?


Furthermore, why was the Bush administration given the opportunity intervene by what may have been an unnecessary transfer to a U.S. when a legal trustor, given federal court authorization, has the signature power over his own account?


Although somewhat technical in nature, the American people need straight forward answers to the these types of questions since if the Reagan protocols are to be honored, the American people deserve a full an open accounting.


Further, these questions are not intended to impugn the integrity of Ambassador Wanta but only intended at determining the nature and intent of the beast working behind the scenes since the end of the Cold War, the same beast who illegally jailed Wanta and pilfered trillions of dollars to further the cause of the New World Order.


Just as these questions need answering, so do questions about how the settlement is now playing out.


According to Cottrell the trillions are "going to be released." However, how the money is apparently being arranged to be released behind the scenes is quite strange.


Again, according to Cottrell, the Bush administration wants the following conditions met before the release of the money:


They want it done quietly with no press coverage. They want to take credit for the release of the $4.5 trillion as if they were the "good guys wearing white hats." They want only the principal parties to mention the release by the verification of $1.6 trillion due in taxes  without mentioning the use and purpose of the remainder of the money.  And, of course, the administration wants no mention about how many trillions have been stolen in the past or how the trillions are to be used in the future.


So, with that said, if the Wanta money is released under these terms, he will have succeeded in forcing the government to uphold the rule of law concerning his settlement, a settlement it should be emphasized structured for the benefit of the American people.


However, the question must be asked if a gag order is placed on the Wanta settlement as proposed by the Bush administration, does it actually benefit them more by allowing them to get away "scott free" with the theft of trillions by allowing them to essentially continue under the curtain of silence to do business as usual.


Furthermore, the Wanta story has created agitation among the American people who are expecting to see some "financial light at the end of the tunnel" while creating , at the same time, a financial uproar around the world, attacking the full faith and credit of our nation while adding more fuel to the firestorm and downfall of our economy.


And if you look closely - think hard - isn't that exactly what the Vatican-led New World Order has planned for this country, planning a complete financial, social, political and moral destruction.


The questions regarding the Ambassador Wanta story need to be answered in hopes that the release of his money will help the cause of freedom and not further fuel the diabolical fires of fascism, working behind the scenes to destroy this country.

Greg Szymanski



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White House Continues In Ignoring Wanta Plan Obligations



Thursday 14 September 2006 17:27



Flash Report by Christopher Story FRSA,
Editor and Publisher, International Currency Review
World Reports Limited, London and New York:
For earlier 'Wanta Crisis' reports, see Home Page ARCHIVE Button

In the afternoon of Tuesday 12th September 2006, a financial sector supporter of The Wanta Plan, which was the main topic of conversation behind the scenes at the G-8 Summit in St Petersburg back in July, telephoned the White House and was put through to the West Wing.

Three people were parties to the telephone call, which was recorded, and the West Wing official remains in place. This is what he told the caller:

'This Administration will not be pressured into doing anything until it's Goddam ready'.

'It will be done on our timeframe and when we're ready'.

Obviously God is nowhere to be seen in this White House. But Lucifer and damnation are clearly present. Being interpreted, this foul-mouthed, uncouth put-down, which has relevance for the entire international financial community, can be explained as follows:

• The fact that we have defaulted on our solemn and formal undertaking, signed off by the US Supreme Court, to implement the compromise settlement that we negotiated with Ambassador Leo Wanta*, is a matter of indifference to us. Okay, so we negotiated with him in bad faith. So what?

• Yes the White House did indeed characterise Wanta's operations on behalf of the United States against the Soviet Union as 'BRILLIANT'. But that was then. This is now.

• We are all in power to enrich ourselves, didn't you know? Self-enrichment is our goal, and we will NEVER be deflected from pursuing it. We bribe foreigners every day: they have the same goal.

• Okay, so we have destroyed the Full Faith and Credit of the United States. Who cares?

• We can do as we Goddam please. We aren't here to serve the people. The people are our servants. There is nothing anyone can do to stop us stealing all the money. Period.

• What's all this BS about the Rule of Law? We aren't here to uphold the law. We have put Alberto Gonzales in the Department of Justice to ensure that we can flout it indefinitely. He's doing a great job, fulfilling his brief. The President and the Treasury Secretary are delighted with him.

• Demagoguery is our privilege.

• We couldn't care less if you think there are two classes of US taxpayer. The Internal Revenue Service does what we say. That's why the IRS has hired outside auditors to review the affairs of the 1,200 richest US taxpayers. Yes, indeed: we are partially privatising the IRS, for our own benefit!

• As for the privileged class, consisting of friends of ours, that pays no tax on its off-balance sheet trading programme earnings, good luck to them!

• If we choose to do deals behind the backs of the American people with the United States' former Communist enemy, Vietnam, so that we can enrich ourselves further, that's our business. They're in it for the money, too. You naive idiots don't seem to 'get' that power is all about self-enrichment.

• Our high-falutin' rhetoric masks our underlying intention of doing at all times as we please, and if this means defaulting on our Goddam commitments, we couldn't care less.

• We have of course never responded to publicised accusations that we are in breach inter alia of The Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act, the Currency and Foreign Transactions Reporting Act, the Bank Secrecy Act, the Hobbs Act, the Securities Exchange Act, the Money-Laundering Control Act, the Anti-Drug Abuse Act, the Annunzio-Wylie Anti-Money Laundering Act, the Money-Laundering Suppression Act, the Terrorism Prevention Act, the old Maloney Act, the Economic Espionage Act and also the Title 18 Sections of the US Code that cover 'Imparting or Conveying False Information', 'Misprision of Felony' and 'Crimes, General Provisions: Accessory after the Fact' – because these accusations are all true. We can't dispute them. But we don't care.

• And since you say the Rule of Law has collapsed – a proposition with which we wholeheartedly agree – we have the upper hand and the American people can have no say in the matter. We will continue to break these laws as we Goddam see fit. Don't pressure us to meet our commitments.


1. The pound sterling has appreciated sharply, as predicted in our last Posting, due to China switching from the US dollar to the British currency for oil payments purposes.

2. The Editor of International Currency Review has been informed again that legal measures and procedures are in hand, as previously stated in these reports, to call in the entire $70+ trillion of which Ambassador Leo Emil Wanta is the Trustor, from banks worldwide, since the US Treasury and the White House have defaulted on the compromise agreement with Leo Wanta. The nature of the measures that are being taken, which are at an advanced stage of implementation, are of course confidential and so cannot be reported in these updates.

3. On the assumption that, as originally planned, the 'win-win', above-board, taxable, transactions had started up with effect from 1st July 2006, and that the US Treasury would have earned around $200 billion of windfall taxes per banking day from that date forward, we calculate that the Treasury has so far deprived itself of on-the-books windfall taxes amounting to an estimated $10.6 trillion
(= 53 banking days @ $200 billion tax receipts per banking day).

4. The latest 'rumour' is that the President of the United States will fulfil his obligations to Wanta, of which Mr Bush is in glaring breach, when it is to his political advantage to do so. As was explained in the first reports in this series, it would have been massively to the President's advantage to have implemented the Wanta Plan from the get-go, as his legacy would be assured thereby and the immediate prospects for America would be transformed in the remaining period of his term.

But as matters stand, and given the egregious crimes that have knowingly been committed, his legacy is likely to be the chaos, mass slaughter and destabilisation associated with the botched military operations in Iraq and Afghanistan.

5. Having survived 14 years of illegal incarceration and the CIA lying that he was dead, and having been double-crossed by criminal fraudsters masquerading as officials at every turn, Ambassador Wanta is not surprised that the White House and the US Treasury are in default. This behaviour is entirely in line with the record and standard behaviour of these fraudsters.

Accordingly, the $70+ trillion stashed in foreign bank accounts which have been diverted, will be called; and since the expectations of compromised bankers that they would be let off the hook and would not go to jail, thanks to the very generous Wanta compromise, have been unilaterally dashed by the White House, the Treasury and the US Federal Reserve – the assets of which Leo E. Wanta is the Trustor will be indeed be repatriated. There is no alternative. This means that the institutions and all concerned will have to face the severe consequences that will progressively ensue. ENDS

PS. By courtesy of the Ambassador of a major foreign power, all Christopher Story's reports in this series have been delivered to every newspaper in New York. This includes The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal, which have systematically ignored them all. The Fourth Estate in the United States, like its cowardly British counterpart, is failing in its basic duty to protect the people against the excesses of those holding power. The reason for this is that the intelligence services control the media, just as they control the governments themselves.

The intelligence services are in control, out of control, and need to be brought under control.

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a.k.a. Frank B. Ingram [FBI] (Sector V) SA32NV; and a.k.a. Rick Reynolds, SA233MS

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Inquisitive minds want to know:

Thursday, September 7th, 2006...9:13 pm

Ambassador Leo Wanta

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Lexis Nexis report (13 articles) on Leo Wanta

are only 13 documents here on Wanta, which itself
shows he kept a pretty low profile.

found it’s best to read these in reverse order,
as they were reported, since 1988

first 1/2 are Leo Wanta trying to seal a deal
to sell 30,000 automatic weapons to Noreiga when
he was still head of Panama, in 1988. That seems
to remain consistent with the claims that Wanta
was close to U.S. Intelligence, and Reagan. Remember,
Noreiga was our son-of-a-bitch, and also a part
of the CIA/Cocaine connection until Bush invaded,
December 20, 1989. Mike, can you comment on this?

it’s interesting that when Wanta’s case came before
Wisconsin court in Madison, there’s a lot of cynical,
outright ridicule of him in the reporting, yet
no one had the common research skills to show
that Wanta WAS something of a “global businessman”
as he claimed. Heck, in 1993, when these salty
little pieces in the Madison papers started destroying
Wanta in the realm of public opinion, they were
only 5 years away from the last time Wanta made
headlines. Physically, they were only 172 miles
away from Wanta’s old HQ in Appleton, WI. 

wonder the man’s sanity was questioned. Questioned,
but never found incompetent.

between these two periods, Claire Sterling’s book
Theives’ World is published, and is reviewed in
Japan. The Madison reporters, after a year, begin
to grudgingly acknowledge that Sterling’s book
verifies Wanta is a high stakes currency trader.

Document 1 of 13

1996 Madison Newspapers, Inc. 

State Journal

25, 1996, Thursday, FIRST EDITION

Local/Wisconsin, Pg. 2B

159 words



state appeals court has ordered a Dane County
judge to reconsider bail for an Appleton businessman
convicted of income tax evasion.

County Circuit Judge Michael Torphy denied bail
for Leo Wanta pending appeal of his conviction.
Torphy sentenced Wanta to eight years in prison
last November.

the appeals court said Tuesday that Torphy must
reconsider bail for Wanta.

trial court failed to properly exercise its discretion
on Wanta’s bail motion,'’ the court ruled.

opinion also said the judge ‘’shall take into
consideration the nature of the crime, the length
of the sentence and other factors.'’

the trial last year, Assistant Attorney General
Doug Haag portrayed Wanta as an international
con artist. Wanta claimed he worked as a spy and
had connections to top level government officials.

competency exam, ordered after Wanta’s own attorney
called him delusional, found Wanta competent to
stand trial.

July 26, 1996

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1995 Madison Newspapers, Inc. 

Times (Madison, WI.)

21, 1995, Tuesday, ALL EDITIONS

Front, Pg. 2A

609 words




Wanta, the Appleton man who claimed to be an international
businessman with connections to government agencies
but was portrayed by prosecutors as an international
con artist, will be spending the next few years
in Wisconsin prisons.

55, who was convicted in May of tax evasion, was
given an eight-year prison term Monday by Dane
County Circuit Judge Michael Torphy, who also
ordered a six-year probation to follow.

his part, Wanta — described as delusional by
his own attorney — continued his scam to the
end, claiming the court had no jurisdiction over
him, that he was a victim of a vicious Department
of Revenue and state Justice Department.

know there is a conspiracy and subterfuge here,'’
Wanta said when given a chance to speak. At various
times he has claimed to be a CIA agent, an ambassador
from Somalia, a close friend of former Presidents
Ronald Reagan and George Bush, and an international

Attorney General Douglas Haag, who prosecuted
the case, and attorney Steven Epstein, who represented
Wanta, disagreed mightily over who Wanta was and
what he should get for a sentence.

tax fraud cases go, this one is big-time,'’ said
Haag, who established during the trial that Wanta
made $  166,000 in 1988 and claimed to have
made nothing, and made $  63,000 in 1989
and claimed zero on his taxes.

said that money came from a $  500,000 scam
in which Wanta got people toinvest in a currency
exchange deal.

Wanta is in fact a con man, nothing more and nothing
less,'’ he said. ‘’He is a con man who cons con

said Wanta was arrested in Switzerland in 1993
for attempting an $  81 million bank fraud.
Wanta claimed diplomatic immunity in that case,
contending he was the Somalian ambassador to Canada.
The Swiss deported him to the United States, where
he was arrested in New York on the Wisconsin tax
fraud charge.

is also described in the book, ‘’A Thieve’s World,'’
as being involved in an attempted scam involving
Russian rubles.

is a world class con man,'’ said Haag. ‘’A snake
oil salesman. But he was unable to sell that snake
oil to the jury.'’

asked for a sentence of 13 years in prison and
another 12 on probation.

on the other hand, said Wanta clearly is delusional.

called Haag’s allegations ‘’a lot of shadows and
smoke and allegations of wrong doing around the
world,'’ but pointed out Wanta has never before
been convicted of a crime.

portrait that has been painted by Doug Haag is
not the real Leo Wanta,'’ said Epstein.

exists in a different world,'’ Epstein said of
his client. ‘’The fact of the matter is he is
in a different orbit,'’ Epstein said, adding that
Wanta actually believes the stories he tells.

who said the tax evasion sentences of Leona Helmsley,
Michael Milken and even the notorious Al Capone
were less than Haag’s recommendation, asked Torphy
to let Wanta go for the 444 days he has spent
in jail since he was arrested.

a portly, gray-haired man, then arose and began
an extended speech in which he blamed his woes
on others, cutting short his remarks only when
Torphy reminded him that the case had already
been tried.

just want to be left alone,'’ Wanta said, adding
that if that was done, ‘’I won’t sue them for
false arrest.'’

said he was sentencing Wanta only on the tax matter.

don’t purport to sentence him as a con man,'’
the judge said. ‘’I don’t purport to sentence
him as a swindler.'’

he said the tax evasion was serious enough to
warrant prison time and as deterrent both to Wanta
and to others.

November 22, 1995

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1995 Madison Newspapers, Inc. 

State Journal

15, 1995, Friday, ALL EDITIONS

Local/Wisconsin, Pg. 5B

350 words




mental competency examination was ordered Thursday
for Leo Wanta, an Appleton man convicted in May
of tax evasion.

County Judge Michael Torphy ordered the exam after
testimony by a Milwaukee psychologist at a sentencing
hearing. Wanta was convicted of failing to report
more than $  220,000 in 1988 and 1989 income.
The examination may answer the question of whether
Wanta is a master con man or an unfortunate psychotic.
Wanta is a world traveler who has claimed to be
a CIA agent, a Somalian ambassador to Switzerland
and that he is a friend of former Presidents Ronald
Reagan and George Bush.

is featured in a 1994 book called ‘’Thieves World'’
by Clare Sterling. According to the book, Wanta
masterminded a European ruble trading scam.

said there is reason to doubt Wanta’s competency.
He continued the sentencing hearing until 1:30
p.m. Wednesday, when a psychiatrist or psychologist
will be appointed to examine Wanta.

be found incompetent to continue sentencing, it
must be shown that Wanta doesn’t understand the
nature of the charges or that he is unable to
assist in his defense.

sure he understands the nature of the charges,'’
testified Milwaukee psychologist Samuel Friedman.
‘’I'm questioning the ability to cooperate in
his defense.'’

said he believes Wanta suffers from a psychotic
illness. Against the position of his attorneys,
Wanta argued he is competent to be sentenced.

really feel I am innocent,'’ he said. ‘’I'm competent.
Apparently, I had to be incompetent to trust my
handlers in the United States government.'’

state Assistant Attorney General Douglas Haag
argued that Wanta’s endless stream of claims is
part of an elaborate scam.

essence of Mr. Wanta’s success is precisely the
reason that defense counsel and the defense psychologist
give for Mr. Wanta’s incompetence,'’ he said.

said Wanta’s gestures and facial expressions fit
his psychotic diagnosis.

indeed could be a genius in this regard, but I
doubt it,'’ Friedman said. ‘’He can’t control
his delusional system.'’

September 16, 1995

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1995 Madison Newspapers, Inc. 

State Journal

15, 1995, Monday, ALL EDITIONS

Local/Wisconsin, Pg. 2B, IN THE COURTS

402 words


By Marv Balousek; Wisconsin State Journal


tax evasion trial of Leo Wanta last week before
Dane County Judge Michael Torphy had all the elements
of a fiction thriller: espionage, international
intrigue, assassination attempts.

trouble was that these events apparently took
place mostly in Wanta’s mind. Instead of the high
drama of a spy trial, the case had the unfortunate
air of one man’s tragedy. Despite his delusions
and a stint at Mendota Mental Health Institute,
Wanta was found competent to stand trial. His
testimony last week was matter-of-fact and full
of details. In fact, he appeared to lack the evasiveness
one might expect from a true secret agent.

small, round man with glasses, Wanta bears no
resemblance to James Bond except in the tales
he tells.

delusions, however, apparently extended worldwide.
Prosecutors said Wanta was arrested for fraud
in Singapore and Geneva, where he told Swiss authorities
he was a Somalian ambassador and a friend of Al

the charges of failing to pay Wisconsin state
income taxes were filed against him, he claimed
diplomatic immunity. He was accused of setting
up several dummy corporations to launder money
through foreign banks.

Wednesday, Wanta tried to introduce three bulging
Airborne Express envelopes into evidence. He claimed
the envelopes provided proof that he worked as
a U.S. Treasury agent.

Douglas Haag of the Attorney General’s office
sifted through the material, finding hotel and
airline receipts but nothing with U.S. Treasury

public defender John Chavez grew a little impatient
at times with his flamboyant and uncooperative

talked of how he rescued President Ronald Reagan
from an assassination attempt at the White House
and how he uncovered a covert Illinois group,
Itasca, which supplied arms to Israel.

certainly sounds like it could make a great name
for a terrorist group. Unfortunately, it’s probably
just the name of an Illinois city.

jury didn’t believe Wanta’s wild claims and found
him guilty of six counts of tax evasion for the
years 1988 and 1989.

probably owe me money since you claim I’m a resident
of Wisconsin,'’ Wanta hissed to Haag at one point
during the three-day trial. ‘’I moved from Wisconsin
in January of 1989 forever and ever and ever.'’

a sentencing date hasn’t been set, now it looks
like Wanta will be in Wisconsin for a while.


covers the Dane County courts. His column appears
weekly. Phone: 252-6142.

May 16, 1995

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1995 Madison Newspapers, Inc. 

Times (Madison, WI.)

9, 1995, Tuesday, ALL EDITIONS

Business, Pg. 6B

374 words




Leo Wanta’s attorney is calling it one of the
most bizarre cases he’s ever seen.

55, went on trial Monday on fraud and tax evasion
charges before Dane County Circuit Judge Michael

— a self-described world businessman with ties
to the international commodities, currency and
arms markets — is charged with failing to pay
state income taxes on about $  500,000 in
the late 1980s. He is charged with four counts
of filing fraudulent tax returns and two counts
of tax evasion. Assistant Attorney General Douglas
Haag told jurors Monday that evidence will detail
how Wanta set up a series of dummy corporations
to launder money through Swiss, Chinese and American
banks. Wanta, of Appleton, then used the money
to pay off some crushing debts, said Haag.

was the one thing Leo Wanta needed almost as much
as being a big shot,'’ Haag told jurors. The trial
is scheduled to continue today.

attorney John Chavez, in a sketchy opening statement,
told jurors that the state simply didn’t understand
the finances of a man like Wanta.

has told state officials that as a U.S. government
agent, he wasn’t a Wisconsin resident during the
time the state says he was dodging taxes. He also
has told state investigators that the money on
which they say tax was due belonged to corporate
fronts set up by the government for his clandestine
activities. Wanta also has claimed diplomatic

Wanta’s arrest in late 1993, Torphy ordered mental
counseling for him, after being told that Wanta
had told a psychiatrist he has been a foreign
ambassador, worked for Israel’s secret police,
helped the Defense Department plan the B-1 bomber
and expects to earn $  4 billion a year.
After a stint at Mendota Mental Institute, Wanta
was found competent to stand trial.

state officials have said that they believe Wanta
defrauded investors out of the $  500,000
he failed to pay taxes on, Haag told jurors thaWanta
is facing only tax charges here. The government
will not go to the expense of mounting an international
fraud investigation, he said.

gave jurors no clues Monday on what to expect
from the evidence, other than to warn them: ‘’Hold
on to your hats.'’

May 10, 1995

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1994 Yomiuri Report from Japan 

Daily Yomiuri

2, 1994, Sunday

Pg. 11

776 words

Mafia expose proves crime does pay–if you write
about it

Tom Weverka ; Daily Yomiuri



WORLD The Threat of the New Global Network of
Organized Crime

Claire Sterling Simon & Schuster. 394 pp.

used to be said that any story about Abraham Lincoln,
a doctor or a dog could sell copies in the United
States. The same might be said about nonfiction
books on organized crime–in the United States
and many other countries. Few subjects arouse
more public ire or ring up sales as accounts of
Italian and Chinese gangs and other unscrupulous
foreigners invading the national turf and breaking
the law. Organized crime is a serious problem
that deserves public attention. But most books
on the subject merely draw on the underworld’s
colorful characters and criminal exploits to entertain
the reader while ignoring the duller, legal side.

Sicilian Mafia, the Chinese Triads, and other
syndicates make most of their money through investments
in legitimate businesses. Their capital is as
attractive to companies and municipalities as
that of more principled financiers, and their
members often enjoy the same privileges as other
international businessmen.

Escobar, the former head of Colombia’s Medellin
cocaine cartel, traveled freely to the United
States for many years while his compatriot Gabriel
Garcia Marquez, a Nobel laureate, could not get
a visa. Any authentic examination of organized
crime needs to analyze this contradiction between
the scorn for the Mafia’s criminal actions and
the lure of its money.

Sterling, one of the world’s foremost experts
on organized crime, is capable of undertaking
such analysis. Unfortunately, she has attempted
and failed to do something much more difficult
in “Thieves’ World.” Her thesis here is that the
elite of the international underworld–Sicilian,
American, Colombian, Turkish, Russian, Chinese
and Japanese–has formed a pax mafiosa and is
slowly strangling the nearly 200 weak and divided
sovereign nations.

prove her point, she whisks the reader back and
forth between Europe, North America and Asia,
shrilly dropping names and crime statistics. One
finishes the book feeling like the guest at a
dinner party who has been briskly introduced to
everyone and remembers nothing. And some of her
claims are exaggerated or a little comical.

the yakuza, for instance, she writes that questionable
loans of $180 million by Nomura Securities to
an underworld figure nearly bankrupt the firm
in 1991. The Yamaguchi-gumi used to hire “worker
ants” as part of a money laundering scheme to
shop at Hermes and Luis Vuitton boutiques in Paris
for expensive items to be resold in Japan. Sterling
believes that the yakuza has “an unnerving, unseen
presence” in the United States, but she doesn’t
elaborate on her cryptic remark.

these weaknesses, the book succeeds when she slows
her pace and examines white-collar crime by the
underworld. Her careful dissection of the Sicilian
and Russian mafias and their close connections
to corrupt government officials and businessmen
in their respective countries is excellent.

is the author’s home, and she has kept a close
eye on the purge of the Sicilian Mafia, the anticorruption
trials, and the collapse of the political order
there. According to Sterling, the Mafia used to
deliver the winning votes to the Democratic Christian
Party in southern Italy in exchange for public
works contracts and the promise that judges would
drop criminal charges against underworld figures.
Politicians also exacted a percentage on all public
works contracts, and the money was divided between
the governing and opposition parties.

this out–]

last chapters of the book describe an elaborate
scheme by Leo Wanta, an American businessman,
and several other white-collar criminals to control
international ruble markets, depress the value
of the currency, gain export licenses from corrupt
Russian officials, and ship raw materials and
weapons abroad at enormous profits. A fire sale
seems to be taking place in the former Soviet
republics, with underpaid bureaucrats ready to
sell all public assets to the highest bidder.

concludes that the only way to effectively fight
organized crime is for nations to pool information
resources, standardize banking laws and criminal
codes, and rise above national politics and frontiers.
If nations go down in defeat in the war against
the international mafia, it will be largely due
to “patriotism, politics, accountable governments,
human rights, legal strictures, international
conventions, bureaucracy, diplomacy” and other
“baggage of statehood.” Some of this baggage is
well worth keeping and shouldn’t be sacrificed
merely to stop organized crime.

October 2, 1994

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1993 Madison Newspapers, Inc. 

Times (Madison, WI.)

24, 1993, Friday, ALL EDITIONS

Local/State Pg. 2B

307 words



man who tried to convince a court his 15 lawyers
include U.S. Attorney General Janet Reno was cautioned
by a judge that he should have brought one along
for a hearing on a $ 200,000 tax matter.

listening to Leo Wanta’s explanations Thursday
for failing to appear in court in Madison with
an attorney, Judge Richard Nowakowski told him
he’d better have one in time for another Circuit
Court hearing Jan. 4.

of Appleton, is accused of owing more than $ 200,000
in state income tax. He was recently brought back
to the United States from Switzerland, where he
had been jailed on fraud charges. What was supposed
to be a preliminary hearing before Nowakowski
became an earful.

said he should be represented by the U.S. Justice
Department because he has been a government agent
for the Customs Office and the CIA.

contacting Reno, he said, he has spoken with 14
lawyers. Nowakowski inquired whether Wanta really
thinks the government will be his counsel.

will have the U.S. attorney for sure,'’ Wanta

the court turned to the subject of bail, Wanta
claimed diplomatic immunity, saying he surrendered
his passport in October to become ambassador to

should not be here,'’ he said. ‘’I am a diplomat.'’

at last told Wanta to save jurisdictional subjects
for the Jan. 4 hearing.

you fail to have legal representation at that
time, I am going to take that as a waiver of your
right to have legal counsel,'’ he cautioned.

said he would make arrangements through his Swiss
bank to raise money for bond and lawyers. He suggested
Nowakowski could help by reducing bail.

concluded the discussion with $ 90,000 bail, saying
the sum is ‘’amply justified'’ to discourage Wanta
from fulfilling any travel plans he might have
in mind.

August 2, 1995

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Copyright 1993 Madison Newspapers, Inc. 

Times (Madison, WI.)

15, 1993, Wednesday, SECOND EDITION

Local/State Pg. 6A

263 words


By Jeff Richgels  The Capital Times


Dane County Jail is the new home for a man who
claims to have done business across the globe.

Wanta, 53, who gave his address as the Somalia
Consulate in Toronto, Canada, remains jailed on
$ 90,000 cash bail today. Wanta was charged Tuesday
in Dane County Circuit Court with two counts of
filing false tax returns and four counts of tax

allegedly owes more than $ 237,000 in taxes to
the state of Wisconsin for the years 1986 to 1989.
He also allegedly concealed assets the state was
trying to seize for the tax liability.

claimed no income for those years. He said that
his debts were the reponsibility of the U.S. government
because he was an agent working for it and that
his business - New Republic-USA Financial Group
Limited - was a front for covert government operations,
according to the criminal complaint.

who have been tracking Wanta, however, say he
is a crook who has defrauded people worldwide.

one scheme outlined in the complaint, he apparently
cost European investors about $ 500,000 claiming
to be a currency trader with interests in China.

court Tuesday, state officials said Wanta had
been deported from Switzerland last month and
arrested upon his return to the United States.

contested the accusations that he has been arrested
for fraud in Singapore, Thailand and Geneva, where
he apparently told Swiss officials he was the
Somalian ambassador and a friend of Al Gore.

claimed to be a legitimate businessman from Vienna,
Austria, who owns a corporate home in Appleton.

Associated Press

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without the express written consent of The Associated

9, 1988, Saturday, PM cycle

Washington Dateline

488 words

Proposed Gun Deal Exposed by Panamanian Officer

By GEORGE GEDDA, Associated Press Writer



rebel member of Panama’s Defense Forces has smuggled
out a memo detailing the efforts of military strongman
Manuel Antonio Noriega to buy thousands of pistols
from an American arms dealer.

memo, marked “urgent” and “confidential,” was
sent to Noriega on April 1 by Leo Wanta, president
of AmeriChina Global Management Group Inc., an
arms exporting firm based in Appleton, Wis.

document offered fresh evidence of Noriega’s intention
to ride out Panama’s prolonged political crisis
partly with help of a large infusion of foreign
weapons. A Defense Forces defector said last month
he had helped fly to Panama 94,000 pounds of weapons
from Cuba. In what appeared to be a major security
breach aimed at blocking the purchase by his boss,
the unidentified officer leaked the memo to a
Panamanian opposition leader. The memo was turned
over to The Associated Press on condition the
leader be identified neither by name nor location.

told Noriega in the memo that the supplier of
the weapons had advised that “they are ready to
finalize the delivery” of the Browning 9mm semi-automatic
pistols made in Belgium.

schedule called for the delivery of 5,000 pistols
immediately and 2,000 per month thereafter until
“all units are delivered.”

memo did not specify how many weapons were to
be sent all told. But a previous memo by Wanta,
obtained last month by the AP, said the purchase
involved 30,000 pistols, including the 5,000 to
be sent immediately. The list price is $398 each.

earlier memo was given to the AP by Panamanian
Ambassador Juan B. Sosa. Wanta had sent a telecopy
of the memo to Sosa, unaware that the envoy had
broken with Noriega and continues to regard ousted
President Eric Arturo Delvalle as the country’s
constitutional leader. Sosa has refused to relinquish
the embassy to a replacement envoy named by the
new government in Panama.

sent the April 1 memo directly to Noriega, bypassing
the embassy here. A stamp in the upper left hand
corner of the communication said it was received
by the Panamanian Defense Forces on April 5.

pistols are manufactured by Fabrique Nationale,
S.A., of Belgium and are to be delivered from
that country to Panama, according to the memo.
The State Department raised the issue late last
month with the Belgian firm, which said that it
had not had contact with anyone from AmeriChina,
a U.S. official said.

government cannot legally block the sale because
the weapons are not of American origin. The U.S.
official, insisting on anonymity, said AmeriChina
has not registered with the U.S. government, a
requirement he said applies to all American arms

could not be reached for comment. The company
phone number that appeared on the first memo was
deleted from the second memo. The phone has been
“temporarily disconnected,” according to a recorded
announcement. The only address listed is a post
office box.

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8, 1988, Friday, AM cycle

Washington Dateline

597 words

Secret Memo on Arms Deal Leaked by Panamanian

By GEORGE GEDDA, Associated Press Writer



secret memo outlining a plan by Panamanian strongman
Manuel Antonio Noriega to acquire thousands of
semi-automatic pistols has been leaked to an opposition
leader by a rebel member of Panama’s military.

proposed acquisition of the Browning 9mm pistols
is part of a sizable weapons buildup by Panama’s
Defense Forces that got under way shortly after
Panama’s crisis began six weeks ago with Noriega’s
ouster of President Eric Arturo Delvalle.

memo was sent to Noriega on April 1 by Leo Wanta,
president of AmeriChina Global Management Group
Inc., an arms exporting firm based in Appleton,
Wis. Wanta told Noriega in the memo that the supplier
of the weapons had advised that “they are ready
to finalize the delivery” of the pistols.

schedule called for the delivery of 5,000 pistols
immediately and 2,000 per month thereafter until
“all units are delivered.”

memo did not specify how many weapons were to
be sent all told. But a previous memo by Wanta,
obtained by The Associated Press last month, said
the purchase involved 30,000 pistols, including
the 5,000 to be sent immediately. The list price
is $398 each.

earlier memo was given to the AP by Panamanian
Ambassador Juan B. Sosa. Wanta had sent a telecopy
of the memo to Sosa, unaware that the envoy had
broken with Noriega and continues to regard Delvalle
as the legitimate president of Panama. Sosa has
refused to relinquish the embassy to a replacement
envoy named by the new government in Panama.

sent the April 1 memo directly to Noriega, bypassing
the embassy here. A stamp in the upper left hand
corner of the communication said it was received
by the Defense Forces on April 5.

memo was leaked by a Defense Force officer to
a Panamanian opposition leader, who turned over
a copy to the AP on condition he not be identified
either by name or location.

pistols are manufactured by Fabrique Nationale,
S.A., of Belgium and are to be delivered from
that country to Panama, according to the memo.
The State Department raised the issue late last
month with the Belgian firm, which said that it
had not had contact with anyone from AmeriChina,
a U.S. official said.

U.S. government cannot legally block the sale
because the weapons are not of American origin.
The U.S. official, insisting on anonymity, said
AmeriChina has not registered with the U.S. government,
a requirement he said applies to all American
arms dealers.

could not be reached for comment. The company
phone number that appeared on the first memo was
deleted from the second memo. The phone has been
“temporarily disconnected,” according to a recorded
announcement. The only address listed is a post
office box.

Panama’s arms buildup, a Panamanian pilot who
defected from the Defense Forces last month said
he and two other pilots flew 94,000 pounds of
weapons to Panama from Cuba on Noriega’s behalf
a few days after the political turmoil in Panama

aspect of the military buildup is a training program
for thousands of Panamanians, who have formed
into volunteer units known as “Dignity Brigades”
to repel what the government says is an imminent
U.S. invasion.

of the brigades are being trained in the use of
M-16 rifles. The two memos sent by Wanta make
reference to a possible deal with the Defense
Forces involving M-16s.

U.S. official said the transfer of M-16s to Panama
would require U.S. government approval because
they are manufactured by an American company,
Colt Industries. He added that the government
would disapprove any such request.

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Angeles Times

27, 1988, Sunday, Home Edition

Part 1; Page 27; Column 1; Foreign Desk

654 words



By DON SHANNON, Times Staff Writer



embassy here is a house divided — even subdivided
— by the struggle for national leadership at

Juan B. Sosa, loyal to deposed President Eric
A. Delvalle and recognized by the Reagan Administration,
holds the keys to the building and has an office
on the upper floor. He also controls the first-floor
entry area, where a portrait of Delvalle is prominently
displayed on the wall.

the rear of the lower floor, however, is the office
of Roberto Leyton, Panama’s envoy to the Organization
of American States. Leyton remains loyal to Panama’s
military strongman, Gen. Manuel A. Noriega, and
his office displays a large poster of a smiling
Noriega wearing fatigues. Even the second floor
is not all Delvalle’s. Capt. Jose S. Motta continues
to function on the upper floor as Panama’s military
attache, although he does not acknowledge Sosa
as his boss.

peaceful coexistence,” Flavio Mendez, second deputy
to Sosa, said in an interview Friday.

like him (Motta) and we talk,” Mendez said. “All
of us in the building are on good terms — after
all, we’re Panamanians.”

nobody, no matter whose side he’s on, is getting

gets a check from the government of President
Manuel Solis Palma, who was installed by Noriega’s
compliant legislature when Delvalle was fired
after he tried and failed to dislodge Noriega.

Leyton said that his paycheck is drawn on a New
York bank account that, along with other Panamanian
assets in the United States, has been frozen by
a U.S. court at Delvalle’s request.

Mendez and other embassy staff members who have
declared for Delvalle get no checks at all.

only been 20 days,” Mendez said, “and we’re living
on savings.”

said he was annoyed that U.S. courts allowed Delvalle
to control Panama’s assets.

sets a bad precedent because the (Panamanian)
constitution does not give the executive total
financial power,” Leyton said. “We have an elected
comptroller, and the national legislature has
a voice in money decisions also.”

said that Panama’s ambassador to the United Nations,
Jose Eduardo Ritter, is seeking legal counsel
to contest the freeze order. Ritter is a Noriega
loyalist, but another Panamanian diplomat in New
York — the consul general — backs Delvalle.

Leyton said, “I don’t like being called a Noriega
man, because I represent the government of my
country. I am the ambassador of my country to
the OAS.”

who retained his seat in the OAS in the face of
a challenge from a Delvalle representative, said
he hopes that the political dilemma will be resolved
before the “destruction of the economy.” All the
political parties must be brought into a national
dialogue, he said.

only way is if we all sit at the same table,”
Leyton said. “Time is running out and national
elections are coming in 1989.”

divided loyalties of the Panamanian diplomats
in Washington have bred some semi-comic cases
of mistaken identity.

Wisconsin arms exporter called the embassy last
week, for example, to discuss an order by the
Noriega regime for up to 30,000 Belgian semiautomatic
pistols. But the exporter, Leo Wanta, president
of AmeriChina Global Management Group, was connected
not to a Noriega loyalist but to Sosa, who asked
for a copy of the arms deal.

promptly told the U.S. government about the deal.
“I’m not going to give Panama nothing now,” Wanta
was quoted by the Milwaukee Journal as saying.

earlier reports said that Wanta lacked State Department
authorization to sell arms abroad, Wanta said
that he had applied to the department for a license
that would have allowed him to earn $10 per weapon.

Department spokeswoman Phyllis Oakley said Friday
that the sale had been investigated but that,
because the weapons would actually be shipped
from Belgium to Panama, the United States could
not legally bar the deal.

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25, 1988, Friday, BC cycle

Washington News

345 words




Ambassador to the United States Juan Sosa said
Friday he was informed last week of a proposal
by a Wisconsin dealer to deliver as many as 25,000
pistols to Panamanian strongman Gen. Manuel Antonio

a telephone interview with United Press International,
Sosa said he was informed of the proposal by an
official of AmeriChina Global Management Group
of Appleton, Wis.

is one more proof he (Noriega) is digging in and
has no intention of leaving'’ Panama, Sosa said.
Noriega, who faces criminal drug charges in the
United States, continued to resist the mounting
economic and political pressures from the opposition
in his own country and the United States.

said an official of AmeriChina, at his request,
sent him a telecopy of the proposed arms deal
on Monday.

proposal involved the shipment 5,000 semi-automatic
pistols to Noriega immediately, followed by an
additional 25,000 pistols at 2,000 a month. The
guns were to be sent from Antwerp, Belgium.

has remained loyal to Eric Arturo Delvalle, who
was ousted as president by Noriega. He said the
telecopied arms proposal had been sent by AmeriChina
President Leo Wanta and addressed to Noriega.
Sosa said Wanta apparently was under the impression
he was still loyal to Noriega.

was not immediately available, but he was quoted
in the Milwaukee Journal Thursday as saying, ‘’I'm
just upset that Sosa is lying like hell. I’m not
going to give Panama nothing now.'’

describing himself as an independent contractor,
told the Journal he had applied for the gun deal
with the State Department and that he had a classification
that allowed him to act as the middleman to sell
weapons to ‘’recognized countries sanctioned by
the United States.'’

said he would make $10 on each gun, which had
been priced at $398 for Noriega.

the State Department, spokeswoman Phyllis Oakley
said her agency has looked into the matter. She
said although ‘’it is not a healthy, positive
development,'’ the United States lacks legal authority
to stop the sale.  JUAN SOSA (95%); MANUEL

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24, 1988, Thursday, PM cycle

Washington Dateline

643 words

By GEORGE GEDDA, Associated Press Writer



strongman Manuel Antonio Noriega is trying to
arrange through a U.S. arms dealer for the immediate
delivery of 5,000 semi-automatic pistols to his
military forces, according to a secret document.

with the reported acquisition of large quantities
of weapons from Cuba in recent days, the proposed
purchase of the pistols indicates that Noriega
may be intent on using force to remain in power,
U.S. officials said Wednesday.

proposal by the U.S. dealer promises delivery
of an additional 25,000 pistols at the rate of
2,000 a month. A Panamanian Defense Force major
who defected last Friday said over the weekend
that Cuba recently had provided Panama with 94,000
pounds of weapons, including large numbers of
AK-47 rifles. A general strike protesting Noriega’s
continued rule has left the country virtually
paralyzed, but Noriega has given no sign that
he intends to step down as commander of the Defense

dealer which is arranging for the export of the
Belgian-made Browning 9mm pistols is AmeriChina
Global Management Group of Appleton, Wis.

copy of the proposed transaction, marked “urgent”
and “confidential” was provided to The Associated
Press by Panamanian Ambassador Juan B. Sosa. He
was informed of the possible transaction last
Saturday by AmeriChina President Leo Wanta.

said Wanta discussed the deal with him unaware
that Sosa had broken with Noriega almost a month
ago and has remained loyal to ousted President
Eric Arturo Delvalle. At Sosa’s request, Wanta
sent him a telecopy of the proposed deal, which
was addressed to Noriega and to his chief of Ordnance
Services, Lt. Col. Eugenio Corro. The arms package
is worth more than $10 million.

Department officials said there was no legal way
the U.S. government could block the transaction
because the pistols are not of U.S. origin.

they expressed keen interest in a reference at
the bottom of proposal to an apparent request
by the Panamanian military for M-16 rifles. The
reference asked whether Panama had reached any
decision on the “procurement-delivery” of the

such request would require U.S. approval and would
be rejected, said the State Department officials,
insisting on anonymity.

M-16 is manufactured by Colt Industries, based
in New York City. A Colt official, who asked not
to be identified, said Colt would never export
the M-16 without U.S. government approval.

State Department officials said they had no record
of any company by the name of AmeriChina. They
said all companies that manufacture or export
weapons must register with the government and
that failure to do so carries stiff penalties.

by telephone at his Wisconsin office, Wanta asked
how the AP had obtained a copy of his memo to
Noriega and was indignant when he was told of
Sosa’s role.

tell Sosa he will have a lot of explaining to
do in about 12 minutes,” Wanta said. He then hung

said that in his conversation last Saturday with
Wanta, the arms dealer had asked for Panama’s
military attache but Sosa took the call himself
because the attache no longer shows up at the

said he felt it was his duty to make the proposed
deal public because of the possibility that the
weapons might be used against the Panamanian people.

pistols are to be sent to Panama from Antwerp,
Belgium, the country where the weapon was originally
commissioned more than 50 years ago.

weapons are described as “high-power” with fixed
sights. The price listed is $398 each.

delivery schedule calls for shipment of 5,000
of the pistols immediately and an additional 2,000
units per month thereafter “until 25,000 units
are delivered.”

are an estimated 10,000 to 11,000 members of Panama’s
Defense Forces. They are supplemented by undisclosed
numbers of paramilitary forces and militia.

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  • What is amazing about the Wanta story is the lack of mainstream media coverage, i.e., expose’, either pro or con or neutral. Where are 60 MINUTES, PRIME TIME, 20/20, DATELINE ? Hum . . . CBS controlled by Redstone whose politics are where?; NBC is GE’s with $billions in gov’t contracts, and ABC is Disney whose theme parks are protected to the tune of tens of $millions annually by Homeland Security. No wonder they won’t touch it!

    That leaves the newspapers & magazines . . . where are they? Where are the reporters questioning Bush re Wanta at a White House News Conference, live?

    On the con side, it was claimed that Nancy Reagan is a Wanta supporter; if so, where are her public comments to prove the story’s veracity? If the State of Virginia will be owned $200+ billion in tax revenue, where are their elected state and federal representatives demanding the $4.5 trillion payment to Wanta? Who are the law firms that participated in the Wanta, Dec, 2005 signed settlement? What Supreme Court Justices participated in the sign off, and then why are they not interviewed?

  • I agree with your points.

    I was hoping blogging about the story would help get some of the information out and confirmed to be true or false.

    Hopefully we can post to forums and around Internet and get more information.



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Urgent Wanta Plan Update: Chinese Using Pound Sterling For Oil Payments + Other Informational Data



Tuesday 12 September 2006 17:57


Flash Report by Christopher Story FRSA,
Editor and Publisher, International Currency Review
World Reports Limited, London and New York

The following developments are reported from impeccable sources as at 5.30pm London time:

1. Chinese interests, acting independently of Ambassador Leo Wanta* and his business colleague Michael C. Cottrell, M.S., have 'pulled' five or six 'CHIPS' already.

2. The Chinese are using the British pound for oil payments purposes.

3. The pound is therefore likely to appreciate over the weeks ahead.

4. The European banks are continuing to block transactions of $100 million or more, thereby implementing their independently decided undertaking to maintain this stance until the Wanta Settlement has been concluded and their back-up transactions that are pending, can start.

Separate point for urgent consideration: In our Posting dated 24th July 2006, Christopher Story commented that Tables purporting to show the financial positions of several US Government-Sponsored Enterprises are BLANK in the Office of Management and Budget (OMB) presentation [see, Federal Budget documents, Analytical Perspectives, Government-Sponsored Enterprises pages]. Since 24th July 2006, therefore, anyone in the banking community who may have been unaware of this fact has been on notice that the OMB has omitted the relevant financial data. The SPACES for the usual financial tables are shown, complete with headings: BUT THE TABLES CONTAIN NO DATA.

Can someone please explain to the Editor of International Currency Review why it is that, seven weeks after we first published this information, which anyone could check for themselves, the US Treasury implemented the fantastic carousel financing arrangements that were described in the Editor's Posting dated 2nd September 2006 [subsequently updated], which use the 'assets' of some GSEs as collateral? It is as though Mr Paulson went to the cupboard, opened it, found it not only to be bare, but without walls and a floor, slammed the cupboard shut, and then represented to the world that the cupboard is full of food so that we can all eat and be merry for years to come.

Nor is the phrase 'scraping the bottom of the barrel' appropriate here, since the barrel has no bottom to be scraped. No wonder the Chinese are using the pound for oil payments.

PS: Please note that Christopher Story is an 'honorary American'. He is ALL FOR the people of the United States gaining FULL CONTROL of their financial affairs. The Wanta Plan will ensure this.

*Diplomatic Passport Numbers 04362 & 12535
a.k.a. Frank B. Ingram [FBI] (Sector V) SA32NV; and a.k.a. Rick Reynolds, SA233MS

AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc: Federal EIN Number 20-3866855; Virginia State Corporation Identification Number: 0617454-4; Virginia State Department of Taxation Identification Number: 30203866855F001




London Fax: +44 (0)20-7233 0185 • New York Fax: 212-679 1094


The Honorable, Treasury Secretary Henry M Paulson, Jr., Washington
  Informational Data, as of Monday, 11th September 2006
1. As to the aggregate [LEW/ATG**] amount of USDollars Four Point Five Trillion US Federal Court recorded Financial Settlement to be reconciled with the State of Virginia, USA; authorizing the state tax revenue Pre-Payment by AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc. in the amount of USDollars 270,000,000,000.00...... as well as, the US Department of the Treasury Pre-Payment Corporate Tax Revenue Payment, valued at USDollars 1,575,000,000,000.00 initially,with monthly disbursals thereafter,
  ** In Re: -       AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc., Richmond, Va, USA  23219
  Federal EIN Number :   20 - 3866855
  Virginia State Corporation Identification Number :  0617454 - 4
Virginia State Department of Taxation Identification Number : 30203866855F001 to immediately receive USDollars 270,000,000,000.00 initially,
2. As to the state of Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania Investments, Inc., the Joint Venture Operations [ between ATG-PII ] taxable receipts, that will be " set-aside" by their Corporate President, Michael C Cottrell , M. S. .... will be readily available at the current state revenue taxation base [9.9 %] within 7 - 10 days upon the AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc. economic receipt of above-mentioned Financial Settlement, still mysteriously delayed within Goldman Sachs/CitiBank - New York, in conjunction with our US Department of the Treasury, Secretary Henry M. Paulson, Jr. et al..
3. As to the state of New York, six (6) Financial Institutions will be transacting each banking day/week; a massive trading programme scheduled creating New York state revenue collections in the settlement range of USDollars 75 to 100,000,000,000.00 per each and every banking day, as the programme is initiated under our Joint Venture Agreements, in reference to our US House of Representatives, H. R. 3723, et al.
  cc: The Honorable, George W Bush, Jr.
        Office of the President
        Washington, DC, USA  20500-0001



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US Treasury Defaults On Wanta Plan - Full 70 Trillian To Be Collected



Thursday 7 September 2006 22:12

By Christopher Story FRSA, Editor and Publisher, International Currency Review,
World Reports Limited, For earlier 'Wanta Crisis' reports,
please activate the ARCHIVE Button on the Home Page of this website.

Originally posted 7th September: Updated 4.00pm GMT 8th September 2006















In a treacherous, desperate and fraudulent attempt to avoid paying Ambassador Leo Wanta so that they can continue to profit from exotic, untaxed and off-balance sheet transactions, as has been the case since at least 1992, the White House has struck a humiliating and cynical deal with the former enemy Communist Vietnamese Government in Hanoi – to buy further time.

At the same time, as anticipated, the US Treasury/White House defaulted on the Wanta Settlement
last night, failing to credit the securities account to Ambassador Wanta's Virginia-based corporation with the $4.5 trillion as instructed by the firm's Treasurer in a letter to Mr Paulson on 14th August.

It is understood that the US authorities also defaulted on the Chinese payments which fell due for settlement immediately following the payment that should have been made for Ambassador Wanta.

Rather than pull all the 'CHIPS' simultaneously, as we previously thought might happen, we now learn that the Chinese are pulling one 'CHIP' per working day for 32 days* [see below]. This will amount to a form of 'Chinese torture' and will cause progressively more complex difficulties as
the banking days progress. Certain transactions have already been stopped as a consequence.

The US Treasury Secretary's APEC talk of the need for a 'strong dollar' is therefore propaganda designed to hoodwink those components of the financial markets which still remain purblind to
what is happening. Things will look very different over the days ahead if this madness continues.

Over 58,00 Americans died in Vietnam, and the lives of many thousands of Vietnam veterans have been wrecked by that hateful conflict. Yet Mr Henry M. Paulson, the US Treasury Secretary, flew to Hanoi to line up the corrupt Vietnamese Communist Government as a contractual counterparty, so that the illegal, untaxed, off-balance sheet transactions preferred by the criminals in charge of the US Government, can continue – rather than allow Ambassador Wanta's 'Marshall Plan for America' to kick in, thereby ending a century of permissive deficit-financing by profligate US Governments.

For what the White House fears most is not fake Islamic bodgeymen, but Ambassador Leo Wanta's brilliant 'Marshall Plan for America' and its above-board, on-balance sheet, taxable modus operandi. This highlights the illegitimacy of the hidden, untaxed, off-balance sheet transactions that all these scamsters salivate over, by creating a righteous discontinuity they all thought could never happen.

Having demonstrated by their actions that last year's compromise agreement with Ambassador Leo Wanta was negotiated in bad faith – with the objective of bringing $4.5 trillion across the exchanges in order to usurp and control it, so that the Wanta Settlement was just a pretext for grabbing hold of this real money – the White House and the US Treasury have now gone to what most Americans will certainly regard as the disgusting extreme of doing a dirty, secret deal with the corrupt Communist Vietnamese, in order to keep their illegal off-balance sheet carousel going, and to obfuscate the need to complete the Wanta Settlement, which will set a precedent for on-balance sheet trading.

The corrupt accord was negotiated by Henry M. Paulson, the US Treasury Secretary, at the Asia Pacific Economic Cooperation (APEC) forum in Hanoi. Ironically, this 21-member globalist Bloc – which includes Russia and the United States – is about to discuss measures to 'combat terrorist financing, money laundering and other abuses of our financial systems'.

Yet the fraudulent arrangements cobbled together by Henry M. Paulson to sidestep having to pay Ambassador Wanta – so that the American people benefit from Wanta's planned transactions, and tax is paid on all his operations – are designed precisely to facilitate and to perpetuate further terrorist financing, money laundering and untaxed off-balance sheet financial system abuse.

During his visit to the APEC meeting, Secretary Paulson looked for a corrupt Government willing
to enter into a 'below the radar' contract arrangement with the US official fraudsters, so that the
off-balance sheet operations to which they are accustomed can continue, and be expanded. For
the American authorities to have stooped so low as to sign up the pariah Vietnamese Communists in this last-ditch attempt to sidestep Ambassador Wanta's programme for above-board, taxable,
transactions to become the norm, is cruelly despicable – and is understandably causing outrage.

Of course Vietnam is a major drug producer, so this may have some relevance here.

Over a generation ago, the United States was defeated by the Communist Vientnamese. And yet America's leaders today are so corrupt that they are prepared to do dirty financial deals with the Vietnamese Communists who humiliated them, behind the backs of the American people – with the objective of ensuring that their own pockets will continue to be lined, and that the vast store of fiat dollars that they have been creating off-balance sheet will continue expanding. The dollar system will ultimately be destroyed by the sheer weight of these hidden funds – which are leaking into the real economy, causing inflation, all the time.

The fundamental problem that the US official fraudsters face is the sticky one of how to show the 'source of funds' to account for the $1.575 trillion that will be paid by way of tax from the $4.5 trillion Wanta Settlement (see the previous Wanta postings for details). Because the 'source of funds' cannot be revealed without throwing a bright spotlight onto the remainder of the original $27.5 trillion – that is, the residue of $23 trillion, now worth $58.5 trillion given accruals – President G.W. Bush and Secretary Paulson have preferred to commit further felonies and treason against the American people, and to commit fraud against AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc., by collaborating with the former enemy Communist Government of Vietnam – as described below.

When the American people find this out, there will be an outcry which may destroy what's left of the Bush II regime, which appears quite clearly to be controlled by Bush Sr. (a.k.a. Georg H. Scherff).

It is understood that the Administration intends to induce a sharp reduction in the falsified price of oil ahead of the forthcoming mid-term elections, to counteract the adverse publicity arising from this crisis and its knock-on consequences, even though the controlled 'mainstream' are still under orders to ignore it. The White House will also be relying upon electronic vote-scamming, as in 2004.

Also assisting the US Treasury in this fraudulent venture, regrettably, are certain senior officials
of the Chinese Government in Taiwan. This has caused a major dispute with Communist China.

To make matters worse, representatives of certain of the other eight governments that are owed payments under the Wanta Settlement in accordance with the Reagan Protocols, were negotiating with the White House behind Ambassador Leo Wanta's back until 1.00 am Eastern Standard Time yesterday morning, in a deceitful attempt to procure payment direct – without Leo Emil Wanta being involved (having assessed that the US Government's duplicitous intention all along was to renege on its formal undertakings towards the Ambassador, which were evidently agreed by US officials and Supreme Court Judges in bad faith. The named foreign governments have therefore panicked, concluding that they might lose their set-aside allocations altogether).

Before we go any further, please note that although the $4.5 trillion belonging to Ambassador Leo Wanta, and tagged in a US Treasury account with a major US financial institution, remains in place, the fudged arrangements made by Mr Paulson in Hanoi are intended to provide all categories of criminal operatives inside the US structures with fresh sources of funds to enable further illegal transactions to proliferate – while leaving the $4.5 trillion still tagged so that if the authorities are finally obliged by the sheer force of circumstances to pay Ambassador Wanta and his corporation (from other sources) it will still be possible for them to claim that the funds have not been 'lost'.

But the real objective is to avoid paying Mr Wanta and his Virginia-based corporation so that it does not become 'accepted' for such transactions to be handled on-balance sheet, where tax has to be paid and the scamsters who have been doing these frauds behind the scenes for decades are at last compelled to pay massive back taxes on their illegal operations, plus 100% penalties – while slammed into jail following investigations by the Internal Revenue Service, which is itself being awakened from its complacency by exposures associated with these scandals.

It should also be borne in mind, when reading what follows, that these Hanoi arrangements have NOTHING to do with Ambassador Wanta, and that the US Treasury has been in default vis-a-vis his payment and the payments due to the Chinese, with effect from 5.30pm Eastern Standard Time yesterday, 7th September 2006. See below for the immediate consequences of this default.

But first, here are the details of the corrupt arrangements that the problem of showing 'source of funds' so as to account for the $1.575 trillion, has forced President Bush and Mr Paulson to adopt
– because they lack the guts to come clean with Mr Wanta and the American people:

A series of completely unnecessary loans were arranged on 6th September in Hanoi between
the US Treasury and the Federal Reserve, on the one hand, and the Governments of Vietnam
and Taiwan on the other, to procure the following proceeds by fraudulent means:

• Gaining 100% face value loans against US Government 'Special Purpose Entities' or Government-Sponsored Enterprises' instruments, such as the dud securities of the Federal National Mortgage Association (FNMA) and the Government National Mortgage Association (GNMA), as a fanciful basis to enable the US perpetrators to show 'source of funds'.

It will be recalled from a previous posting by the Editor of International Currency Review that the current Office of Management and Budget [OMB] analytical pages for the Government-Sponsored Enterprises show BLANK data tables. Yet, notwithstanding that the OMB publishes BLANK TABLES for some of the Government-Sponsored Enterprises (in spaces where GSE financial data always appeared in earlier years), the Treasury Secretary has seen fit to represent to financial partners
in this latest scam, that FNMA and GNMA securities represent viable collateral. This claim is false.

• Obtaining US dollars in the format of 1933 and 1934 US dollars held in the repositories of the Central Bank of Taiwan. These funds, issued under President F. D. Roosevelt and US Treasury Secretary Mogenthau during the years 1933-45, are held in certain boxes containing $100 million each. The repatriated commission of 5 cents per US$1.0 as required by US law, will be paid. This initiative is indicative of the extremes of improvisation to which the Treasury has had to resort.

• By means of Federal Reserve Federal Open Market Committee (FOMC) Repurchase Agreements (REPOS), trading the face value amounts thereby procured, to quietly attain the value of the taxable amount of $1.575 trillion, so that this total can then be fraudulently represented as 'on the books'.

These fraudulent arrangements will further provide the 'necessary' funds for Paulson – and the usual crowd of US off-balance sheet scamming operatives, such as the corrupt elements of the CIA, the Department of Defense, the Defense Intelligence Agency, and the individuals published earlier on this website – to secure desired banking instrument contracts before Ambassador Wanta and his Virginia-based corporation are paid their $4.5 trillion settlement.





But President Bush and Secretary Paulson couldn't care less. They care only for their own pockets.
And their cynicism even extends to doing underhand, secret self-enrichment deals with Vietnam.
The American people are bound to be offended and insulted by this grotesque outrage.

Additionally, the fraudulent arrangements that Mr Paulson cobbled together in Hanoi were aimed
at preventing (so the Treasury hoped) full execution of the Chinese threat of 'pulling the CHIPS' if Leo Wanta had not been paid by 5.30 pm EST yesterday, 7th September 2006.

Last night, however, the Chinese started implementing their earlier pledge to 'pull the CHIPS', although they are doing this in a manner that is typically Chinese, which we did not anticipate:
THEY ARE 'PULLING' ONE 'CHIP' PER BANKING DAY FOR 32 DAYS, THERE BEING 32 'CHIPS' THAT CAN BE 'PULLED'. So instead of crashing the dollar precipitately, as would have happened if they had 'pulled' them all at once, they are administering a form of 'Chinese torture', which will have a cumulatively more decisive impact inside the global capital markets each banking day.

The adverse impact on the US dollar will become progressively more apparent, in line with the orchestrated reduction in the oil price that is apparently now intended by the White House.

The US authorities could have avoided this very alarming scenario by fulfilling their obligations towards Ambassador Leo Wanta and his corporation instead of choosing, as they have done, to continue the carousel using extreme collateral measures as described above. But, contrary to earlier indications, it appears that President Bush II is subservient to the will of Bush Sr., who may be controlling him by 'unorthodox' means – ensuring that he responds to the demands of Sr., and therefore to those of Dachau [see below], rather than serving the American people's interests.

The 'deal' has also compromised the Chinese parties, splitting them from the Russians. These parties were previously united in their efforts to ensure completion of the necessary payment to Ambassador Wanta. But whether this 'split' remains viable is doubtful, since not only is President Putin understandably reported to be furious at having been double-crossed by the US scamsters, but both the Taiwanese and the Communist Chinese parties have also been lied to and deceived by these American official gangland operatives.

Although all the parties concerned are fighting for their own interests like rats in a sack, they are also bitter, in varying degrees, at having been repeatedly deceived by haughty American officials, under guidance from the alleged head of the German Nazi Continuum, George Bush Sr. (Georg
H. Scherff), who allegedly reports to Dachau, headquarters of Deutsche Verteidigungs Dienst [see previous postings], and who is focused upon completion of the long-range Nazi strategic deception objective of 'building the Thousand-Year Reich on the Ruins of the United States' as predicted in the Nazi document entitled the 'Madrid Circular Letter' that was intercepted by the Allies in the early 1950s, en route from the Nazi German Geopolitical Centre in Madrid*.

Given that payment had not been recorded on the books of AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc.'s corporate securities account by the close of business yesterday, 7th September 2006 – as was instructed by the company's Executive Vice President and Treasurer, Michael C. Cottrell, M.S., in his letter to Secretary Paulson – which Mr Paulson, as usual, did not have the courtesy to acknowledge – the following measures are being implemented:

1. The Chinese parties have been asked to enforce their earlier pledge to pull all the CHIPS from use by the US Government, the US Treasury and the Federal Reserve. As indicated above, they are doing precisely that, but by a more subtle procedure than we had anticipated – 'pulling' one 'CHIP' per banking day until all the 'CHIPS' have been pulled: a sophisticated form of 'Chinese torture'.

2. All the major European banks and their senior traders have committed to issue STOP ORDERS on US dollar transactions above $100 million until such time as Ambassador Wanta has been paid the $4.5 trillion that is owed to him – so that substantial pending deals that the bankers intend to conduct with Ambassdor Wanta can begin, huge tax accruals can start to be channelled into the US Treasury to pay down the vast US Federal Government debt, bringing the United States' 100-year deficit financing orgy to an end – and massive 'Marshall Plan' projects can begin. The banks want The Wanta Plan, too, because it will prevent collection of the full $70+ trillion.

By contrast, the minority of criminal operatives who are holding the United States and the world to ransom, prefer to continue their illegal, untaxed, selfish off-balance sheet transactions – not least so that their past felonies and secret earnings are never exposed. This is because these people have criminal mentalities. As criminals commit more and more crimes, they become indifferent to any adverse consequences, since they have got away with murder (often literally) for so long.

The 'bottom line' is that President George W. Bush and Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson, and their colleagues and co-conspirators, are continuing to commit egregious felonies and scams against the American people for their own personal gain, and to finance covert operations including – as will be progressively revealed – the financing of revolutionary terrorism, which they are using as cover for their global hegemony agenda. Their dream is to establish total world control, because when that happens they believe that they will be free from all remaining risk of detection, arrest, indictment, imprisonment and – given that they are committing treason in time of war – execution.

In the meantime, their immediate objective is to obfuscate the issues surrounding the following question: WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE $27.97 TRILLION THAT THEY HAVE STASHED AWAY IN THEIR SECRET FIDUCIARY ACCOUNTS?

That is a question they want no-one to ask, since the funds have been diverted and stolen.

It is open to Ambassador Wanta to call for the repatriation of the full $27.97 trillion – worth over $70 trillion, given accruals – since the compromise settlement whereby $4.5 trillion was brought across the exchanges so as to save the criminals' skins and to let the corrupt institutions off the hook, has been reneged upon. Naturally, the big foreign banks don't want this process to begin in earnest, since many of them will go to the wall when they have to disgorge the stolen funds.

However Christopher Story was told yesterday that procedures for the repatriation of the full $70+ trillion are now at an advanced stage of preparation, and that this process will now go forward, as the compromise $4.5 billion payment has been hijacked by the White House and the US Treasury.
It may yet be implemented: but given the default to date, the other funds will have to be collected.

Which explains why the big banks are all cooperating to ensure that the Ambassador is finally paid the $4.5 trillion that the Supreme Court, the President of the United States, the ex-Chairman of the Federal Reserve and the previous US Treasury Secretary formally agreed should be paid to Wanta.

More specifically, what this treachery boils down to, also, is that Mr Paulson is trying to keep his predecessor, Mr John Snow, the former Chairman of the Federal Reserve, Dr Alan Greenspan, his successor, Dr Ben Bernanke, and himself, as well as other senior office holders, accessories to the fact of these frauds, and co-conspirators, from finally being slammed into stinking US jails.

It is also possible that an underlying purpose of the fraudulent arrangements cobbled together
by Mr Paulson in Hanoi may have been to try to compel Ambassador Wanta and Mr Cottrell to agree to being paid in dribs and drabs, when the crooks get round to it, on an instalment plan. No such arrangement could possibly be contemplated, let alone with such dishonest people, of course.

Finally, Michael C. Cottrell, M.S., the Executive Vice President of Wanta's AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc., confirmed to the Editor of International Currency Review last night, as follows:

'No deal is acceptable other than full and immediate payment of the $4.5 trillion which is being illegally withheld by Mr Paulson. There will be no delayed payment arrangements. If these funds
have not been recorded on the books of AmeriTrust, Inc.'s corporate securities account by 5.30 pm Eastern Standard Time today, 7th September, as instructed by our letter to Mr Paulson dated 14th August 2006, extremely severe measures will be taken forthwith, of which the financial markets are well aware, and which will have the appropriately problematical consequences for all concerned'.

'Ambassador Wanta has been abused enough. There will be no corrupt compromise. In any case, the corrupt arrangements made by Secretary Paulson in Hanoi are nothing to do with us. They change nothing: the $4.5 trilliion belongs to Ambassador Wanta, made over to his Virginia-based corporation, and there will "unanticipated consequences" until this amount is paid to him'.

The funds were not credited by the deadline: so the consequences will indeed ensue. ENDS.

* The Chinese authorities are 'pulling' one 'CHIP' per day for 32 banking days. Yes, it's the familiar geomasonic number 32 (as in the Brussels area code: 322; Skull & Bones 322, und so weiter).

•* The other key principle underlying secret long-range German Nazi subversion strategy against the United States, revealed by this document, is: 'For us the war never ended' ['Fur uns, ist der Krieg niemals vorbei']. For further background on secret German Nazi subversion of the United States, using financial bribery and corruption as its principal modus operandi, and presided over allegedly by Georg H. Scherff [Bush Sr.], please refer to earlier postings at



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Possible NSA T-2 Interference With Wanta Crisis Postings of Christopher Story

As I suspected, there was some interference with late additions to Part 2 of my Wanta Crisis Postings on Sunday 3rd September 2006. The text is correct on our website Click Here report: Home Page. The part of the text which NSA T-2 tried to mess up is as follows [see website report]:
Close official foreign observers of these financial scandals believe that the culprits suffer from two disadvantages: first, they do not in fact understand the actual system to a sufficient extent to be able to conduct appropriate financial transactions legally; and secondly, they overwhelmingly prefer to violate the law in order to gain vast personal accruals, stashed offshore, on which they intend to pay no tax. They may also believe that since so many of them are 'doing it', none of them will ever be made to suffer the harsh penalties for their criminality.
They are liable to be mistaken.
This brings the Internal Revenue Service back into the frame. This branch of the Treasury, like the Treasury Secretary and his colleagues themselves, is being two-faced. On the one hand it pursues ordinary US taxpayers for every penny of tax that can be squeezed out of them, while on the other hand it is turning a blind eye to these high-level criminals who are blatantly evading their taxes.
In other words, the IRS is condoning the existence of a sizeable privileged class of blatant tax evaders, and is taking no action here to enforce the Tax Equity and Fiscal Responsibility Act (TEFRA) of 1982, contrary to equity and their fiscal responsibilities. This means that not only has the American Rule of Law collapsed, but so also has the US tax collection system.
As previously discussed, the penalties for tax evasion in the United States are exceptionally severe. Ambassador Leo Wanta, who broke no laws (and actually would have owed precisely the sum of 15 cents if he had been a resident of the State of Wisconsin, which he was not, which is why Wisconsin have never attempted to collect it), was falsely imprisoned on a trumped-up charge of not paying approximately $14,000 of Wisconsin State tax that he never, ever owed, and faced up to 22 years in prison and under house arrest so that the US criminals could grab the funds that he had assembled under covert Presidential instructions to finance the post-Cold War 'security environment'.
Whatever may be thought of that Presidential objective, criminal cadres saw these funds as 'fair game'  – ­ and set about diverting, stealing and pillaging them. They belong, to this day, to Leo Emil Wanta, taxable to the United States and/or to the Republic of Austria, and they are worth a nominal $27.97 trillion, but in current value terms, with accruals, collectively in excess of $70 trillion.
The crooks assumed that since Leo Wanta had been falsely 'put away' for 22 years, the funds were available to be grabbed, diverted, applied for collateralisation and hypothecation purposes, and otherwise disposed of in respects never authorised by the Ambassador. They accordingly suffered a collective 'shock' when Leo Wanta surfaced last year – after a third illegal tax levy plus interest and charges that had been unjustly imposed upon him by the criminalised Wisconsin authorities, was paid, and he was subsequently given back his freedom as a consequence.
What a terrible preliminary 'day of reckoning' this must have been for the crooks who thought that the $27.5 trillion (now worth more than $70+ trillion) was theirs to play with, pledge, divert, steal, collateralise and hypothecate for ever.
(It has subsequently emerged that the reprobate Wisconsin State authorities have encountered problems entering Leo Wanta's illegally extorted receipts into their accounts: or, put another way, they don't know into which column to enter the payments, or how they should be labelled. How unfortunate for them: what a pity they didn't think of this problem before extorting the funds).
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Wanta Story Not Over By A Long Shot; $4.5 Trillion Still To Be Released Into U.S. Economy
U.S. officials know they have their dirty hands caught in the trillion dollar cookie jar. Court documents of Ambassador Wanta's 2005 Wisconsin appeal of a bogus income tax evasion conviction reprinted below.
6 Sep 2006

By Greg Szymanski

The continuing saga of Ambassador Leo Wanta is not over by a long shot. It's not over until 'the Fat Lady sings', as they say, even though U.S. authorities are trying hard to make the story disappear, acting like a bunch of second rate magicians in a cheap Las Vegas night club act.

In what has been called by influential financial observers the single-most important story facing the American people, what is most disturbing about the Wanta affair is having to be subjected to the across the board complicity from U.S. lawmakers and the corrupted media barons, both hiding the fact that trillions are being diverted, stolen and hidden from the American people in offshore "off the books" accounts.

Thousands of emails and phone calls have flooded into the Arctic Beacon demanding accountability, but still the entire corrupted Congress and Senate remain quiet as church mice while they allow trillions to flow to their treasonous friends to destroy America.

And, furthermore, while the thievery continues, they have the audacity to do this and still call themselves Americans while the people are left to suffer the evil effects of a coming Luciferian one world government, standing ready to replace American freedom with a Nazi-like fascism.

With the Wanta story bringing out the worst in the corrupted Federal Reserve banking system and the corrupted officials benefiting illegally from it, the following conclusion can be drawn: since of the Congress and Senate do nothing, every last one of them are treasonous traitors and should immediately be removed from office, as they serve Lucifer not God and the good American people.

Although God may be the only one that can stop Lucifer's Illuminati controlling the U.S. government, the cold hard facts show the Wanta story puts a gigantic stumbling block into the New World Order plans to rip apart America morally, socially and financially since it uncovers the means in which this evil group has been financing their evil plans since the end of the Cold War.

It must be reiterated Ambassador Wanta's righteous quest to repatriate more than $27.5 trillion has been thoroughly documented over the course of more than a year by the Arctic Beacon and Greg Szymanski's radio show, The Investigative Journal at from 2pm-4pm central time. Also the story has matured into a recent $4.5 trillion settlement between Wanta and U.S. authorities.

The money, earmarked for the American people, however, has been the subject of a Bush administration cover-up ever since Ambassador Wanta entered into an official written agreement in November 2005 to repatriate money for the betterment of the American economy.

Further, in May Wanta verbally agreed to the distribution of the $4.5 trillion with President Bush along with the assistance of one Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court (FISA) court judge and two U.S. Supreme Court Justices.

The settlement, also negotiated with the help of two major U.S. law firms, represents only a portion of the $27.5 trillion offshore fund established at the end of the Cold War, which is now under the legal control of Ambassador Wanta, as duly appointed trustor, a position given to him by former President Ronald Reagan.

Furthermore, it was always the intention of President Reagan and Ambassador Wanta to use the money for the benefit of the American people. But after Reagan left the political spotlight, Wanta was indiscriminately and illegally jailed by operatives working for the last three presidential administrations, who have instead pilfered the trillions for their own agenda and personal gain.

After Wanta's release from a Wisconsin jail in 2005, he was instructed in a 2003 memorandum opinion by Federal Judge Gerald Bruce Lee of the U.S. District Court, Eastern District of Virginia, to try and return the $27.5 trillion to U.S. coffers according to President Reagan's instructions.

The $4.5 trillion settlement is a culmination of his efforts after finding a dark and ominous financial trail of theft, bribery and deception, discovering in his quest to retrace the whereabouts of the offshore money that much of it had been stolen or diverted for private use by the last three presidential administrations.

According to Michael C. Cottrell, treasurer of AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc., the corporation formed to distribute the money to the American people, James R. Wilkinson, deputy national security advisor for communications, last Thursday signed off on the release of the money being held in a Clearing House Interbank Payment System credit account (CHIPS), an account credited to Goldman Sachs and Co. at Citibank.

However, according to Cottrell, after Wilkinson officially "signed-off" on the $4.5 trillion, disturbing twists and turns began to take place as the funds never were properly directed into Ambassador Wanta's account.

"We tried calling Paulson a week ago, but his secretary told us, point blank, never expect a call back from him - ever," said Cottrell Wednesday in an extended telephone conversation about the reluctance of the highest officials in the land to release trillions that would benefit the American economy.

Instead, after repeated inquiries, Cottrell learned the Bush administration had deviously devised an illegal plan to defraud Ambassador Wanta and, in turn, the American people by diverting the CHIPS account first to the Deutsche Bank/Berlin and then to two other banks.

Attempts by the Arctic Beacon to contact Wilkinson and Paulson have been ignored, following a pattern since the story of the settlement broke more than a month ago of every single top ranking American lawmaker or official remaining silent, refusing to ignore the elephant sitting right in the middle of the living room.

Although the Wanta story has been well-documented in the courts, most importantly Wanta himself holds the key documentation of account numbers and names which literally nails to the wall high ranking officials in the last three presidential administrations, including Bush Sr. and Clinton, who have been ripping off the American people to the tune of trillions of dollars.

And it is when Wanta wouldn't play ball with the powers that be, they decided to jail him first in the early 90's for 133 days in a Swiss dungeon and then on a Wisconsin state income tax evasion conviction, where he was subjected to less than due process and a kangaroo court-type atmosphere.

Wanta was accused of not paying $14,000 in state income taxes and sentenced to 22 years even though he hadn't resided in Wisconsin for years and proved he had paid the alleged tax arrears.

Further, why such a long sentence for such a trivial matter unless some powerful people wanted him put away for a long time?

Although Wanta has obtained his release about a year and a half ago after many years in jail, in an effort to fill in some of the legal gaps here is a reprinted copy of a 2005 appeal he made to the Court of Appeals of Wisconsin, District Three, which concluded "that that claim preclusion bars re-litigation of Wanta's tax assessment for 1988 and 1989 and other issues he attempts to raise are outside the [*2]  scope of these proceedings, we affirm the (original) judgment. (It should be noted that claims preclusion is a term used to denote a procedural rule used to deny rehearing of the facts of a previously litigated case.)

Here is the 2005 appeal:


Appeal No. 2005AP266


2006 WI App 1; 288 Wis. 2d 658; 707 N.W.2d 580; 2005 Wisc. App. LEXIS 993

November 15, 2005, Decided 

November 15, 2005, Filed


SUBSEQUENT HISTORY: Review dismissed by Wanta v. Wis. Dep't of Revenue, 2006 WI 3, 708 N.W.2d 696, 2005 Wisc. LEXIS 1080 (2005)

PRIOR HISTORY: APPEAL from a judgment of the circuit court for Chippewa County: RODERICK K. CAMERON, Judge. Cir. Ct. No. 2004CV340.

State v. Wanta, 224 Wis. 2d 679, 592 N.W.2d 645, 1999 Wisc. App. LEXIS 134 (Wis. Ct. App., 1999)


JUDGES: Before Cane, C.J., Hoover, P.J., and Peterson, J.

OPINION: P1 PER CURIAM. Leo E. Wanta appeals a judgment upholding a decision of the Tax Appeals Commission that Wanta's challenge to the Department of Revenue's personal income tax assessments for 1988 and 1989 is barred by the doctrine of claim preclusion. Wanta argues that (1) claim preclusion does not apply to some of the issues he raises; (2) he is entitled to an accounting for revenues the Department received from the foreclosure sale of his property; (3) the Department should be bound by a letter from a revenue agent; and (4) Wanta should benefit from the Department's release of claims against Wanta's ex-wife under the innocent spouse provisions of WIS. STAT. � 71.10(6). [n1] Because we conclude that claim preclusion bars relitigation of Wanta's tax assessment for 1988 and 1989 and other issues he attempts to raise are outside the [*2]  scope of these proceedings, we affirm the judgment.

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[n1 ] All references to the Wisconsin Statutes are to the 2003-04 version unless otherwise noted.

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P2 A jury convicted Wanta of tax fraud for 1988 and 1989 by concealing income. It also convicted him of four counts of concealing properties to evade collection or tax assessment. On June 3, 1996, the sentencing court ordered restitution of over $ 14,000, representing the tax and penalties owed for Wanta's 1988 and 1989 unpaid taxes, less $ 14,129 Wanta paid in June 1992. Wanta unsuccessfully appealed his convictions. In these proceedings, the Department of Revenue seeks enforcement of the restitution order.

P3 The Commission properly concluded that Wanta's challenge to the tax assessment is barred by the doctrine of claim preclusion. Under the doctrine of claim preclusion, a final judgment is conclusive in all subsequent actions between the same parties as to all matters that were litigated or could have been litigated in the former proceeding.   [*3]  See Northern States Power Co. v. Bugher, 189 Wis. 2d 541, 550, 525 N.W.2d 723 (1995). Claim preclusion applies if there is identity between the parties to the two actions, claims that arise from the same transaction, incident or factual situation, and an earlier adjudication by a court of competent jurisdiction. The parties, Wanta and the State, are the same, and Wanta does not contest the identity of parties. The criminal litigation and restitution order and the present litigation apply to the same underlying facts. The criminal court is a court of competent jurisdiction. Therefore, Wanta's defenses that he was not a resident of Wisconsin, did not owe the tax or had already paid the tax are barred because they could have been litigated in the criminal proceeding and restitution hearing.

P4 After the Department's motion for summary disposition before the Commission, Wanta changed attorneys, and his new attorney attempted to interject numerous additional issues into the proceedings. As the Department's briefs repeatedly indicated, the sole issue before the Commission was the propriety of the Department's calculation of Wanta's personal income taxes due [*4]   from 1988 and 1989. Wanta seeks a declaration that he is not responsible for the taxes generated by one of his businesses, Falls Vending Services, Inc. [n2] If Wanta's personal tax liabilities for 1988 and 1989 included assigning him responsibility for taxes owed by Falls Vending Services Inc., any challenge to that assessment should have been raised as a defense at trial or at the restitution hearing before the sentencing court. If they were not included in that calculation, they are outside the scope of the present litigation.

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[n2 ] Much of this argument is based on Wanta's assertion that charges raised in the initial complaint regarding Falls Vending Services were dismissed in an "amended complaint." The document he describes as an amended complaint is actually an Information. The Information appears to charge the same six crimes charged as the initial complaint. As is typically the case, the Information does not have a probable cause section and therefore does not provide details regarding the nature of the underlying charges. The documents Wanta filed with the Commission do not establish that any specific accusations in the complaint were withdrawn or dismissed.

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P5 Wanta also seeks an accounting for $ 60,000 generated from the foreclosure sale of his property. Documentary evidence shows that a $ 44,000 payment was credited against unpaid fees in connection with other assessments that pre-dated the assessments at issue here. Wanta's belated attempts to secure an accounting regarding all of his tax liabilities raise issues that are outside the scope of these proceedings. He has presented no evidence that funds received by the Department after the date of the restitution hearing were or should have been applied to his 1988 and 1989 personal tax assessments.

P6 Wanta also submitted a February 18, 1999 letter to the Commission from a revenue agent to Wanta's attorney stating "The Department of Revenue has no record of a delinquent tax account issued to Lee E. Wanta." Wanta argues that the Department should be precluded from contradicting the letter. He contends that the letter is admissible without authentication and should be construed to say that Wanta has no outstanding taxes owed to the State of Wisconsin. The Commission properly refused to consider the letter for several reasons. First, the Department reasonably contends [*6]  that the words "delinquent tax account" should not be construed to indicate that no tax is owed. A tax account is not considered delinquent if the matter is still in litigation. Second, the letter refers to Lee, not Leo Wanta. Wanta argues without any evidence that the letter refers to him because it utilizes his social security number, and the revenue agent who authored the letter could not have been referring to a record search involving "Lee E. Wanta." In the absence of evidence presented by the letter's author, its meaning is subject to dispute, and it is not self-authenticating or exempt from authentication under WIS. STAT. � 909.01. In addition, Wanta offers no authority for the proposition that the Department can be estopped from collecting taxes based on one unclear sentence in a letter from one of its agents.

P7 Finally, Wanta also seeks to take advantage of a letter addressed to his ex-wife releasing her from further obligations regarding these tax assessments under the innocent spouse provisions of WIS. STAT. � 71.10(6). Nothing in that letter suggests that the assessment has been paid or that the guilty spouse [*7]  should benefit from the Department's decision not to pursue penalties against the innocent spouse.

By the Court.-Judgment affirmed.

This opinion will not be published. See WIS. STAT. RULE 809.23(1)(b)5.   

Greg Szymanski



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New Intelligence Surfaces Re: Wanta Plan and Leo Wanta's Persecution,.



Saturday 2 September 2006 21:03



By Christopher Story, Editor and Publisher, International Currency Review,
World Reports Limited, London and New York:
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In the following analysis, the reader is asked to accept the urgent necessity for the preliminary geopolitical considerations, as a basis for understanding the apparent death-wish of the official criminal cadres who are in control of the American Republic, and who are engaged in a maddened free-for-all aimed at grabbing as much wealth as they can before the dollar collapses due mainly to their own felonious financial operations:

On 1st December 1995, Ambassador Leo Emil Wanta, President Reagan's most distinguished and accomplished aide, operative and high-level intermediary between the White House and President Mikhail Gorbachëv, wrote to President Clinton from one of the darkest recesses of the US GULAG:

'Why am I now treated like an enemy of our Great Nation? The US Government and the State of Wisconsin have without any legal jurisdiction and/or cause bound my feet, ankles, waist, neck and wrists in heavy link chain'.

'Why? My past and present US Government, White House, Congressional, Department of Defense, CIA, US Treasury etc., files show no malice [on my part]: just service, to our Government; and as a result, I am crumbling and very ill'.

'Mr President, I write this legal Petition/Pleadings with a very heavy heart and clear conscience. You indeed know that I am "Not guilty"'.

'Why is it that nothing submitted to your good offices and to Vice President Gore helps my lawful return to American freedom and liberty by birthright? My silence does not calm the pain and suffering I endure for my country'.

'All of you during this illegal criminalized seizure/ordeal under some mysterious color of law, coupled with abuse of power and misuse of power, have certainly worn me out completely, emotionally, and physically; destroying my family, business partner and friend; and my real friends, even without a single thread of any illegal or criminal violation and/or tax crime'.

'I have openly cried until my face is cherry red, and my blue eyes are swollen and circled with dark shadows; yet I am not guilty of any tax violation or criminal activities, but have served my country with dignity and loyalty; nor do I have any previous arrests/convictions, and my prayers to God, our Creator, are sincere. Mr President, do not allow my URGENT call for American Justice to be silenced. My personal grief and sorrow almost make me blind and sickly'.

Earlier in this moving handwritten letter, Leo Wanta commented that 'once upon a time, while offshore in our intelligence community, I chuckled over KGB spook stories about the GULAG (meaning The Zone), ZEK (Soviet political prisoners), SHIZO (cold punishment); and now I finally realize that I am in a GULAG, as a ZEK of the US Government, and received a SHIZO because on my arrival on 29 November 1995 at this temporary prison lodging, I had a "body search" in the winter snow while BAREFOOT'.

Having assembled all the relevant available facts of the matter, Christopher Story, the Editor of International Currency Review, has reached the conclusion that the illegal arrest, incarceration, atrocities and house arrest committed against this most distinguished, mild, brilliant, righteous
and honourable of US Presidential servants was orchestrated by the target that Leo Wanta had
travelled to Switzerland in 1993 to arrest, in accordance with instructions from William Sessions, who was then the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation: Marc Rich. Sessions was suddenly sacked by President Clinton without any cause being given, while Leo Wanta was thrown into a stinking Swiss dungeon for 134 days, where attempts were made by the Swiss authorities to have him poisoned. He was then extradited in shackles to New York, freed by a Judge who saw through the deception, and then re-arrested illegally on a totally spurious tax charge without a warrant by the State of Wisconsin, in a conspiracy orchestrated by Marc Rich¹s buddy, President Clinton.

Marc Rich¹s real name is believed, on sound evidence which is to be published in the forthcoming issue of International Currency Review, to be Hans Brand, a German of Jewish extraction originally from Korbach, Germany, who emigrated to Canada on an assisted passage in 1954. Hans Brand is reliably believed (both by Mr Story on the basis of his own extensive research backed by personal observations from an informant, and by British intelligence sources) to be a long-standing high level operative of Deutsche Verteidigungs Dienst (DVD), the Nazi Strategic Continuum located,
appropriately enough, at Dachau, near Munich. Do not be surprised that a Jew can also be a Nazi:
a large number of senior Nazis were Jews, and 155,000 German Jews served in the German military during the Second World War.

In 2005, a group of Western intelligence operatives attended the Munich Beer Festival for the purpose not of sampling the local brews, but as cover for the staking out of the nondescript building in Dachau where the DVD is based. An overhead satellite recorded all the comings and goings at the site, yielding decisive evidence of the central coordinating role played by DVD,
Dachau, as a fulcrum of the global revolutionary disruption that we are all witnessing.

According to the Nazi disinformation legend, the head of the Abwehr, Admiral Canaris, was hanged in the nude at Flossenburg on 9th April 1945. This story was a disinformation ploy promulgated by the Abwehr itself, as it prepared to go underground, with the collapse of the Third Reich. Far from ceasing to exist, Canaris later surfaced with a large number of his fellow Nazis in Oklahoma.

Canaris, now calling himself Samuel Randall Pittmann, continued to direct the Abwehr/DVD, in part from Oklahoma City. The immigration records of these Nazis, including Canaris, were stored in the Murrah Building, and were destroyed in the Oklahoma Bombing.

The significance of all this lies in Nazi documents seized by the Allies in the early 1950s. One of these documents, called the 'Madrid Circular Letter', intercepted en route from the German (Nazi) Geopolitical Centre which the Nazi intelligentsia had established in Madrid in 1942 to ensure
the continuity of Nazism, laid bare the twin principles of Nazi long-range deception strategy:

'For us the war never ended' ['Für uns, ist der Krieg niemals vorbei']; and:

'We will build the Thousand-Year Reich on the ruins of the United States'.

Admiral Canaris, a.k.a. Samuel Randall Pittmann, directed DVD, Dachau, until he fell ill in 1976, when his place was taken on a temporary basis by that alleged triple or quadruple agent Dr Henry ('call me Henny') Kissinger, whose Soviet codename is BOR. He kept the seat warm for George H. W. Bush Sr., who allegedly has dual US and German nationality, and whose real name is believed, on the basis of research corroborated by reliable sources, to be Herr Georg H. Scherff Jr. This man ­ usually referred to as 'Sr.', allegedly controls Deutsche Verteidigungs Dienst, Dachau, to this day.

By contrast, George W. Bush Jr., 43rd President of the United States, is the unwitting or 'willing' prisoner of an 'opposing' dialectical US Nazi group usually referred to as the 'Neocons', but who should more accurately be termed 'Zionazis' (because it is unfortunately the case that the small minority of Zionists are simply Jewish Nazis). Between them, these two dialectically 'opposite' Nazi factions set up the Hezbollah-Lebanon crisis, with the intention of using the resulting fall-out as leverage for a pretext to bomb/nuke Iran back into the stone age. Their motivations included the dismantling of an assumed threat to Israel, together with the US priority to 'dissuade' Iran from trading its oil in currencies other than the US dollar [see below], as well as a lust to recapture control of the old Iranian oil contracts dating back to 1952.

Given this geopolitical background, the financial crimes being committed by senior US officials and high office-holders surrounding The Wanta Plan represent a replay of the orchestra grinding out walzes on the deck of the sinking Titanic.

For far from serving the geopolitical interests of the United States, these fools' insatiable greed has prompted the Chinese, already, to start to trade oil in currencies other than the US dollar. It was in part because the neo-Nazi régime of Saddam Hussein began doing precisely that – after it had been double-crossed by, or had double-crossed, George Bush Sr. – that it was decapitated by the Americans and the British in 2003.

The reason that the Chinese ARE ALREADY TRADING OIL IN CURRENCIES OTHER THAN THE U.S. DOLLAR is that the US madmen and crooked policymakers, some of whom are listed below, who formally sanctioned inter alia The Wanta Plan in gross bad faith on 12th December 2005, have,
in the course of their criminal financial operations, double-crossed the Chinese several times.

Furthermore, key Chinese parties have informed Ambassador Leo Wanta and his Executive Vice President and Treasurer colleague, Michael C. Cottrell, M.S., that Mr Henry M. Paulson, the US Treasury Secretary, has lied to them. This was a fatal error on Mr Paulson's part. We previously thought that Paulson's apparent reputation for straight dealing would lead to the solution of the crisis, but we have been disappointed. We should have known better, of course.

As an initial consequence of such a betrayal from the highest level of the serially duplicitous US Government, Chinese interests threatened ­ – and on 14th August 2006 implemented – their threat ­ to cease transactions through New York Clearing House Interbank Payments System (CHIPS).

The US official criminals have even achieved the previously inconceivable feat of actually uniting the Communists and the Taiwanese successors of Chang Kai Shek in their common hatred of the US Federal Government – ­ since both groups have been financially betrayed by the US authorities in the course of this tiresome crisis, according to impeccable US financial sector sources.

On 7th September 2006, critical payments must be made to official Chinese recipients, which, for impregnable legal and technical reasons, cannot be remitted without the $4.5 trillion payable to Ambassador Leo Wanta and his Virginia-based corporation, being paid out first or at the same time.

Because implementation of the delayed Wanta Settlement will set the precedent for the belated reordering of the United States' chaotic and deceitful official finances, by not only bringing funds onto the balance sheet and triggering colossal tax payments direct to the US Treasury, but also by raising questions as to the whereabouts of the remaining $23.7 trillion of Leo E. Wanta's original funds, the official criminals in the White House, the Federal Reserve and their co-conspirators at prominent US financial institutions, face the following millennial dilemma and temptation:

Shall we renege on payments to the Chinese in order to avoid having to pay Wanta, or not?

Their dishonourable and criminal intention is to do just that, if they can.

It now transpires that the Chinese "CHIPS" may be 'hollow', which means that all the funds belonging to the Chinese parties, in both camps, may have been diverted or stolen.

Ladies and Gentlemen: If these madmen, who are like bank robbers with nowhere to hide, fail to honour obligations towards both groups of Chinese on 7th September 2006 – calculating that there may be more chance of their skins being saved than if they do the right thing – both groups of Chinese may dump the dollar, which may collapse by at least 50% if matters run out of control as expected; and the world may enter an avoidable hell by courtesy of the Bush II White House.

Furthermore, Chinese trading of oil in other currencies will not only become the norm, but will be followed by President Putin, who is still waiting for his overdue $30 billion – as promised under the Reagan Protocols, of which Leo Wanta is the legal custodian.

Russia is furious that it has not been paid, as are the French, who raised their contingent for Lebanon from 200 to 2,000 troops on the understanding that their overdue $5.0 billion would be remitted, only to find that they, too, have been double-crossed. The same goes for all the other Reagan Protocol payees ­ Canada, Germany, Greece, Italy, Mexico and Spain.

Recently, 80% of the restless British people were reported by UK pollsters to be so disillusioned
with the United States that they want the next Government or leader to sever the so-called 'Special Relationship' in favour of closer relations with the European Union Collective – despite the fact
that the EU is itself a long-range strategic deception trap directed primarily at Britain (the other
half of 'the Main Enemy'). That this is its purpose was revealed in a Nazi document published in Berlin in 1942 entitled Europaische Wirtschaftsgemeinschaft ('European Economic Community'), extensive excerpts of which have been published exclusively in International Currency Review, and will be revisited in the forthcoming ICR presentation [Volume 32].

Thus the George Bush II White House has successfully and perversely alienated the international community, which remains as disgusted as ever at its Abu Ghraib-style barbarity, now believed to have been instigated by the Zionazi faction (with which most of world Jewry has no connection).

Its reckless and perverse behaviour is almost universally acknowledged, forfeiting the United States the respect of the whole world, that followed the orchestrated 9/11 atrocities. And now, given that the Full Faith and Credit of the United States has been destroyed as a consequence
of the US Government's double-minded failure to honour its obligations, as summarised in the Editor¹s earlier 'Wanta postings', the prospect of this US Administration earning the distinction
of having become the worst, most criminalised, duplicitous and dangerous Presidency in US history, is likely to be realised. Given the sleazy, murderous complexion of its predecessor,
this is indeed some achievement.

By the beginning of September 2006, the US authorities were months overdue in fulfilling their formal obligations towards Ambassador Leo Emil Wanta, to his Virginia-based corporation, the US Treasury, the State of Virginia, the American people, and to the eight foreign governments that are due to be paid under the Reagan Protocols (and which, contrary to speculation, cannot be paid
off by any other means).

In addition, these cynics had finally destroyed the integrity of the Federal Government, the Federal Reserve, the Supreme Court, and the Rule of Law – and were very far advanced in their apparent determination to wreck the US dollar, the American economy, and the prosperity of the whole world.

By arrogantly betraying the Chinese, the Russians, the French, the Germans, the Canadians, the Italians, the Spanish and the Mexicans, they had further signalled to these and other powers that, since the US Federal Government cannot be trusted to honour its obligations, no residual faith should sensibly be placed in the US dollar any longer, either.

In other words, the White House has cravenly extended an open invitation to all these powers to dump the US dollar and to start trading oil in other currencies – no doubt betting that they will balk at doing so. Hitherto, the United States, under the Carter Doctrine, has considered any switch from the US dollar for oil and gas payments and invoicing purposes, to be a casus belli. But what these arrogant crooks in the White House and elsewhere seem to have failed to understand is that the Rest of the World is BIGGER than the United States.

If the Rest of the World reaches a 'tipping point' with regard to its exasperation with Washington, and dumps the US dollar, there will be nothing that these thugs can do about it.

Furthermore, the United States is a colossal world debtor ­ whereas its Cold War 'rival', Russia, paid off ALL its remaining debts to the Paris Club of 19 creditor countries on 21st August ­ signalling, for the whole world to see and understand, of course, that its credit rating is top grade, in the sharpest
contrast to the credit rating of the United States. The stage is therefore well and truly set, thanks to the devious ineptitude and corruption of the present White House and the stupidity of prominent personnel, for a geo-financial and geo-economic crisis with no historical parallel.

Such a situation could well slide into the Third World War, as will certainly occur if this American Administration is so demonically foolish as to attack Iran, to cover its tracks.

In such a case, Russia, given that it has been financially double-crossed by the Americans, will have no incentive not to intervene in support of Tehran.

Furthermore, none of the offended powers would retain any loyalty towards the US dollar ­ so that the fools and certifiably mad criminals in the White House and elsewhere in Washington will have brought about the very catastrophe that their forward planning was supposed to avoid: unless,
that is, it has all along been cynically designed to generate the pretext for the Third World War.

Meanwhile, since we first began reporting on this crisis, the list of US criminals who have been scrambling to enrich themselves, throwing all remaining caution and common sense to the winds, has expanded. Apparently, the spectacle of others engaged in a final self-enrichment free-for-all has been too much for some of these corrupt fools to bear.

Specifically, we are now formally authorised (in writing) to identify the following officials who are variously engaged 'as we speak' in terminal criminal financial operations contrary to the law and against the interests of the American people – ransacking the assets of the United States in a
pig-trough free-for-all on a previously unheard-of scale.

• James Wilkinson, Chief of Staff to Henry M. Paulson, US Treasury Secretary. On Thursday 24th August, Mr Wilkinson signed the necessary documents authorising, at long last, the transfer of
the $4.5 trillion from the relevant US Treasury account with Goldman Sachs and Company, to
the account of Ambassador Leo Wanta¹s Virginia-based AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc. The funds were
not paid over. He appears to have signed the documentation so that he personally cannot be accused of felonious conduct at the day of reckoning.

• Henry M. Paulson, the US Treasury Secretary, himself. When and after he succeeded John
Snow, it was believed (see above) that this reputedly honourable man had been appointed in
part to hasten the conclusion of The Wanta Settlement, which triggers associated overdue 'set-aside' payments. It transpires, instead, that Mr Paulson may, whether through blackmail or for
other reasons, have joined the ranks of the double-minded criminals ­ as he is alleged to have
been seeking to obtain his own contract to run Medium Term Notes to Deutsche Bank using the
US Treasury or its Federal Financing Bank (FFB), an institution with a separate legal entity based inside the Treasury itself.

• Dr Ben Bernanke, Chairman of the Federal Reserve Board. In addition to what has already been published about the Fed in these reports, the CHIPS payment system is controlled by the Federal Reserve Bank of New York. If the New York Fed is choosing not to permit the "CHIP" controlling
Leo E. Wanta's $4.5 trillion Settlement to be paid, Dr Bernanke is violating US Federal law and is
not being prosecuted, contrary to the law. The Federal Reserve can continuously tap that "CHIP" for the purpose of making money off-balance sheet. There is more than a suspicion that the Fed is illegally and fraudulently facilitating the illegal payment of criminal funds by this means and through associated transactions, in flagrant breach of the law and of the Full Faith and Credit of the United States ­ which is today, sad to say, null and void, as a consequence of these felonies.

Co-conspirators and accessories to the fact of this and multiple related continuing fraudulent financial, tax-evading, money laundering transactions condoned by the 'Justice' Department and the Internal Revenue Service include:

• George H. W. Bush Sr., former President of the United States, allegedly a.k.a. Georg H. Scherff, Jr., alleged head of Deutsche Verteidigungs Dienst, Dachau.

• George W. Bush Jr., President of the United States.

• Richard Cheney, Vice President of the United States. He is strongly rumoured to have been shorting the US dollar, betting against the US currency – which is both treason and a felony –
using inside information.

• Donald Rumsfeld, US Secretary of Defense.

• The Omega Group of 'Neocons' (Cheney, US Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld, and others).

• Dr. Linton T. Wells II, Principal Deputy Assistant Secretary of Defense.

• Unnamed officials at the US Department of Defense.

• Maynard C. Anderson, former Assistant Under Secretary of Defense.

• William B. Bader. PhD, Chairman of the Board, Eurasia Foundation, Georgia (former USSR), and former Associate Director, US Information Agency.

• W. Neil Thompson and Mrs Janet Thot-Thompson, Multi-Sector Crisis Management Consortium (MSCNC), consisting of intelligence operatives.

• John Negroponte, Director of National Intelligence.

• General Michael Hayden, Director of Central Intelligence.

• Starre Foundation, viz. Hank Greenberg and William B. Bader et al.

Using a Federal Reserve 'tap' based on Ambassador Leo Wanta's earmarked and tagged $4.5 trillion, these and other high-level scamsters and criminals have been running, inter alia, more than $25 trillion of US funds into India and Israel, allegedly using the payment services of the Bank of England, which are allegedly being made available, for the corrupt disposal of the proceeds.

In the light of this inside information, the Editor had to write to the Bank of England by email, on 29th August 2006, as follows:

Subject: Questions to the Bank of England concerning the illegal trading by corrupt US officials via India of $25+ trillion

Bank of England
Press Office
29th August 2006

Dear Sirs

I receive your regular monetary reports and am the Editor and Publisher of International Currency Review. I am also the official outlet for information for the international financial community concerning the Settlement agreed for Ambassador Leo Emil Wanta.

Details of our recent Internet postings on this subject will be found on our website, the address
of which is:, Home Page. The current report is accessible on the Click Here panel, and the earlier reports are accessible via the Archive button, also on the Home Page.

How much money is flowing from financial institutions in India, to the Bank of England, in the form of cash (US dollars), Medium-Term Notes and US Treasury instruments?

What are the amounts that are being credited for accounts of the following:

Former US President George H. W. Bush Sr.
President George W. Bush Jr.
Former President William Jefferson Clinton
Senator Hillary Clinton
Mr Donald Rumsfeld, US Secretary of Defense
Vice President Richard Cheney

Special accounts for the US Republican Party
Special accounts for the US Democratic Party?

As the Bank will certainly be aware, the funds, amounting to some $25+ trillion, conveyed to India
by US official parties, are being handled and traded illegally, and it therefore follows that the India-based institution(s) and the Bank of England would be engaged in criminal financial operations in respect of any associated transactions.

We are publishing a very extensive double issue of International Currency Review in which detailed information about the financial scandals concerned, including extensive banking documentation that we have been authorised to incorporate, will appear along with our analyses.

We will publish the Bank's response to this enquiry. In the unlikely event that I receive no response from the Bank within seven days, this fact will be made prominently known to our subscribers, as being a matter of pressing international concern in the public interest.

I look forward to hearing from the Bank at the earliest possible moment, in view of the manifest urgency of this enquiry.

My email address is:

For the sake of good order I would add that I have circulated this enquiry to interested parties, who will be most interested in your response.

Yours faithfully,

Christopher Story FRSA
Managing Director
International Currency Review
World Reports Limited
108 Horseferry Road
London SW1P 2EF
Telephone: 0207-222 3836
Website: www.worldreports.

At 10.54 am UK time on 29th August, the Editor received the following response from the Bank of England Press Office:

Dear Mr Story
Thank you for your e-mail this morning and your interest in the Bank of England, but I am afraid we are unable to help you.
Gary Hunt

Press Officer
Bank of England

With this extraordinary reply – reminiscent of a Watergate-era non-denial denial – the Bank of England failed conspicuously to deny the illegal transactions that are taking place, consequent upon the corrupt financial operations of US office-holders and officials. The purpose of the letter
was, of course, not to elicit information that the Bank would clearly not have provided, but rather
to alert the Bank of England to our general knowledge of these transactions.

The letter was subsequently emailed worldwide on our behalf by the CIA's Brussels station.

A copy of the letter and related information is being delivered personally to her Majesty The Queen.

The further purpose of this letter was to alert the Bank of England to the fact that it is known that illegal money laundering and credit operations, allegedly involving the Bank of England in illegal transactions, are being initiated by corrupted US officials and conducted within the closed central
banking network via the US Federal Reserve's Interdistrict Settlement Fund Booking System, set up under Article 13A of the Federal Reserve Act of 1913, as amended (Regulation A).

These arrangements were elaborated under 'reforms' triggered by the Bush Task Group Report on Regulation of Financial Services (Blueprint for Reform) of 26-27th March 1985, which, while typically appearing to 'reform' the US dollar financial system, in actual fact created an unrestrained money laundering framework inside the closed central banking network devoid of any oversight, through which every category of deviant financial activity, from personal self-enrichment operations and corrupt pay-offs and 'facility payments' to the funding of terrorism through the CIA operative 'Tim Osman' (a.k.a. Osama Bin Laden) and the manipulation of Pakistani Inter-Services Intelligence (ISI)
as a controlling mechanism of global terrorism, could be, and have been, perpetrated. The illegal transactions originated by corrupt US officials via India with which, as the Bank's brief response suggests, the Bank of England may be inadvertently or otherwise involved, may fall within these closed 'Black' financial central banking arrangements.

As previously reported, the present and former holders of high office in the United States, with other American officials, are severally and collectively co-conspirators to criminal financial, money laundering and tax evasion operations, and are collectively accessories to the fact in respect of
breaches inter alia of elements of some or all of the following US Statutes:

• The Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act (RICO) enacted by Section 901(a) of the Organized Crime Control Act of 1970 [Chapter 96 of Title 18 United States Code].

• The Currency and Foreign Transactions Reporting Act, a.k.a. The Bank Secrecy Act of 1970.

• The Hobbs Act of 1946 [18 USC, Section 1951 including USC 371 ('Conspiracy to commit offense
or to defraud the United States').

• The Securities Exchange Act of 1934 implementing The Securities Act, 1933.

• The Money Laundering Control Act of 1986.

• The Organized Crime Control Act of 1970.

• The Anti-Drug Abuse Act of 1988.

• The Annunzio-Wylie Anti-Money laundering Act of 1992.

• The US Money Laundering Suppression Act of 1994.

• The Terrorism Prevention Act of 1996.

• The Maloney Act of 1938, amending The Securities Act of 1933.

All of the parties concerned are also indictable under Section 35 of USC Title 18, 'Crimes and Criminal Procedure' ('Imparting or conveying False Information'); under Title 18, Part 1, Chapter
1, Section 4, ('Misprision of Felony'); under US Code Title 18, Part 1, 'Crimes, General Provisions',
('Accessory after the Fact'), as explained in the Second Mid-August Status Report and posting;
and also under HR 3723, The Economic Espionage Act of 1996, which provides as follows:

'Whereas, the President of the United States, having signed H.R. 3723 on October 11, 1996, has protected this transaction, by allowing corporations the right to declare their Contracts, Clients, Internal Procedures and Information, and the transactions they engage in as a Corporate or Trade
Secret fully protected under Economic and Industrial Espionage Laws of the United States of America and the International Economic Community'.

'Inasmuch, the names, identities, bank coordinates and other identifying information of persons
or entities that are party to this transaction, contained herein, or learned hereafter, shall be a Corporate Trade Secret that shall not be disseminated other than as provided for herein, or as
allowed under applicable law. Any unauthorized Disclosure of this private Transaction, parties
to, or other material fact of, shall subject the violators to Criminal Prosecution'.

The reason this legislation is applicable here is that some of the parties have stolen proprietary information, which falls under this Statute, from Mr Michael C. Cottrell, M.S., the Executive Vice President and Treasurer of AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc., and from his private corporations, and from Ambassador Leo Wanta, since 12th December 2005, when the Wanta Settlement documentation
was finalised and signed (that being the key date from which, retrospectively, the associated gag
order would be operative: it does not, of course, apply to crimes committed by parties against Leo Wanta and his corporation etc, after that date. As of this posting, there is no operative gag order, since the other parties to the Wanta Settlement are in breach of contract and of their obligations).

More generally, the office-holders and officials responsible for these crimes and this crisis have elevated the Black Art of saying one thing and doing another, to a new level of accomplishment. They are insulting the American people and the world by flouting the Rule of Law, on the cynical assumption that since it has collapsed in the United States, and there are no checks and balances, no enforcement mechanism exists ­ so they can do as they please without fear of any adverse repercussions for themselves personally (which is all they care about).

They also assume that, since Ambassador Wanta is a mild and forgiving genius, as well as being a consummate professional intelligence officer, he will not seek legal redress and recompense for the atrocities and wrongs inflicted upon him by the ruthless criminal gangs and their operatives such as the heartless former President Clinton. They also know that the Wanta Settlement triggers
a gag order (see above) whereby Leo Wanta will concentrate exclusively upon the financing and project operations benefiting ALL the American people that he has promised to implement. As a proven man of his word, unlike his criminalised antagonists, he will certainly do just that.

But what these scamsters and criminal officials appear to have overlooked is the fact that Leo Wanta is in no position to interfere with the legal process in respect of the crimes that these people have been committing with his and associated funds since the Wanta Settlement was finalised and signed on 12th December last year.

For protection against indictment and the drastic consequences of their money-laundering,
tax evasion, co-conspiracy to defraud, and other related crimes, their cynical reliance upon
the collapse of the Rule of Law and of any enforcement mechanism, may well prove to be their collective and individual undoing.

And any of these perpetrators who fondly imagine that they enjoy some form of 'transactional immunity' for their serial financial crimes are living in cloud cuckoo-land, since such immunity,
if available, does not cover their felonious activities.

Close official foreign observers of these financial scandals believe that the culprits suffer from
two disadvantages: first, they do not in fact understand the actual system to a sufficient extent to be able to conduct appropriate financial transactions legally; and secondly, they overwhelmingly prefer to violate the law in order to gain vast personal accruals, stashed offshore, on which they intend to pay no tax. They may also believe that since so many of them are 'doing it', none of them will ever be made to suffer the harsh penalties for their criminality.

They are liable to be mistaken.

This brings the Internal Revenue Service back into the frame. This branch of the Treasury, like the Treasury Secretary and his colleagues themselves, is being two-faced. On the one hand it pursues ordinary US taxpayers for every penny of tax that can be squeezed out of them, while on the other hand it is turning a blind eye to these high-level criminals who are blatantly evading their taxes.

In other words, the IRS is condoning the existence of a sizeable privileged class of blatant tax evaders, and is taking no action here to enforce the Tax Equity and Fiscal Responsibility Act (TEFRA) of 1982, contrary to equity and their fiscal responsibilities. This means that not only
has the American Rule of Law collapsed, but so also has the US tax collection system.

As previously discussed, the penalties for tax evasion in the United States are exceptionally severe. Ambassador Leo Wanta, who broke no laws, and actually owed precisely 15 cents, was falsely imprisoned for not paying about $14,000 of Wisconsin State tax that he never, ever owed,
and faced up to 22 years in prison and under house arrest so that the US criminals could grab
the funds that he had assembled under covert Presidential instructions to finance the post-Cold War 'security environment'.

Whatever may be thought of that Presidential objective, criminal cadres saw these funds as 'fair game' – ­ and set about diverting, stealing and pillaging them. They belong, to this day, to Leo Emil Wanta, taxable to the United States and/or to the Republic of Austria, and are worth a nominal $27.97 trillion, but in current value terms, collectively in excess of $70 trillion.

They assumed that since he had been falsely 'put away' for 22 years, the funds were available to be grabbed, diverted, used for collateralisation and hypothecation purposes, and otherwise disposed of in respects never authorised by the Ambassador. They accordingly suffered a collective 'shock' when Leo Wanta surfaced last year, after a third illegal tax levy plus interest and charges that had been unjustly imposed upon him by the criminalised Wisconsin authorities, was paid, and he was subsequently given back his freedom as a consequence.

Under the Wanta Settlement, Ambassador Leo E. Wanta, President Reagan's specially appointed Trustor of these funds as specified in the Reagan Protocols, remains their legal custodian, and is entitled, not least in accordance with Judge Gerald Bruce Lee's Memorandum Opinion dated 15th April 2003, to collect and repatriate 100% of these funds ­ absent implementation of the compromise Settlement agreed last December and updated in June 2006.

Judge Gerald Bruce Lee ordained that 'Plaintiff's sole remedy in this matter is to proceed with the liquidation of the corporations and [to] report these transactions to the Internal Revenue Service in accordance with the Internal Revenue Code and then challenge the assessment of any taxes
in a refund proceeding [see International Lotto Fund, 20 F, 3d at 591]'.

The Wanta Settlement lets the domestic and external financial sector institutions which are de facto co-conspirators to the diversion and theftof these funds, off the hook by implementing Judge Gerald Bruce Lee's procedure on a smaller scale. It was ostensibly in fulfillment of this procedure that the $4.5 trillion was brought across the exchanges in May and June 2006, inducing a severe but temporary financial market liquidity squeeze.

However cynics are now understandably suggesting that this exercise may in reality have been intended to amount to a device to gain access to $4.5 trillion, which could then be ruthlessly and amorally exploited on an open-ended basis along the lines that are being observed.

According to sensitive sources, the evil impasse surrounding settlement of The Wanta Plan, has resulted paradoxically in a number of very large financial institutions in the United States teetering on the brink of insolvency. The generic explanation for this is that, pending the resolution of these matters ­ which means that the privately-owned Federal Reserve STOPS blocking payment of the CHIP holding the $4.5 trillion ­ the institutions in question cannot proceed with urgently desired transactions, and are encountering liquidity problems as a consequence, which could shortly threaten to make them insolvent.

But the Federal Reserve – owned mainly by foreign powers and controlled by Dr Ben Bernanke, of German ethnic extraction, working with George H. W. Bush (Scherff) – is preventing the Treasury from fulfilling its obligations, with the connivance or even the cooperation of the new US Treasury Secretary, Mr Henry M. Paulson. The following considerations, explaining this reprobate and illegal behaviour, are pertinent:

• With implementation of the Wanta Plan, the US Treasury will, in a remarkably short space of time, become cash-rich, the financial condition of the US Federal Government will be transformed, and the outlook for the US economy – thanks to very large infrastructure and other taxable projects facilitated by legitimate, legal Wanta Settlement transactions on-balance sheet – will sharply and continuously reduce the necessity for the Treasury to borrow money.

• This will mean that the Federal Reserve, and the credit institutions which have grown fat over the long years in the context of the US Government¹s open-ended deficit financing misbehaviour, will enjoy less and less Treasury patronage ­ so that sooner, rather than later, the Treasury will have no further need for their services.

• By extension, the foreign institutions that own the shares in the Federal Reserve will lose their purchase over the Fed, and thus over the US Treasury and its finances; while the Treasury, having less and less 'need' of the Fed, will at last resume its rightful place as by far the most powerful
financial institution in the United States, and the world.

• The Fed will either be nationalised, as has been recommended by the Editor of International Currency Review, and its shares all paid off so that the foreign shareholders are dismissed, converted into a national central bank that is subservient to the US Treasury but with statutorily safeguarded policymaking powers, or else abolished altogether. (It was because both Presidents
Kennedy and Reagan contemplated precisely such reforms, that both of them were shot).

These developments, triggered by The Wanta Plan ­ under which an initial $1.6 trillion ($4.5 trillion to be taxed at the full rate of 35%) will be prepaid direct to the US Treasury (not via the unreliable IRS), to be drawn down as it requires, and a further initial $96 billion will be paid by AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc, into the US Treasury's coffers per banking day, augmented by comparable amounts, collectively yielding the Treasury at least $200 billion of windfall taxation remittances per banking day, will be equivalent to an urgently needed Marshall Plan for America. The finances of the US Government and of the United States will be transformed, and the days of the United States floundering around as a debtor nation, will be strictly numbered as a consequence.

For implementation of The Wanta Plan ­ which was signed off by James Wilkinson for the Treasury, on 24th August 2006 – but is still being illegally blocked at thehighest level – is calculated to result in the accelerating reduction of the US Treasury's colossal 'background' debts, the very belated rehabilitation of the Office of Management and Budget's hitherto deceitful numbers, and the
buttressing and stabilisation or strengthening of the US dollar on the foreign exchange markets.

The State of Virginia will be receiving an initial prepayment (at 6%) amounting to $270 billion; while joint venture financing operations between Michael C. Cottrell's private corporation Pennsylvania Investments, Inc. and AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc., will soon start to generate tax revenue for the State of Pennsylvania at the prevailing State taxation rate of 9.9% (within a week to ten days of the start-up of transactions). These operations will use legitimate, above-board, legal procedures and will generate ongoing taxation revenues, unlike the crooked off-balance sheet transactions that are used in part for the personal enrichment of officials and tax evasion.

Currently the United States has to borrow $2.5 billion per day from foreigners just to stay solvent, while the trade deficit has ballooned under Bush-Cheney to about $800 billion. In June 2006, the
US trade deficit soared to $70 billion, while foreign central banks bought no more than $47 billion
worth of US Treasury securities to shore up the American public¹s ravenous appetite for cheap junk goods imported from China., following Western manufacturing investment there.

According to Tom Blackburn of The Palm Beach Post, Vice President Richard Cheney has invested heavily 'in a fund that specializes in short-term municipal bonds, a tax-exempt money-market fund, and an inflation-protected securities fund. The first two hold up if interest rates rise with inflation. The third is protected against inflation'. This source has also revealed that Mr Cheney has dumped a further $10 to $26 million (estimated) of private money into a European bond fund, implying that he is counting on a weakening of the US dollar – which, if the market rumours are accurate, he may himself be helping to engineer by feloniously shorting the US dollar using illegal, exotic off-balance sheet techniques, as mentioned above.

But if the US Treasury fails to satisfy the now cooperating Chinese Communist and Taiwanese parties who are due to be paid on 7th September 2006 – whether because the "CHIPS" from which
the payments must be made are 'hollow' (i.e. the funds have been stolen) or because the criminals calculate that they cannot allow The Wanta Settlement to be completed, because they fear that their past felonies and tax evasion will unravel and will be exposed over time – the following ghastly sequence of events can be anticipated:

1. As indicated, the Chinese are already paying for some of their oil imports in currencies other than the US dollar, according inter alia to reliable financial market sources in New Delhi.

2. If this is already the case prior to 7th September 2006, and the Chinese parties ­ now cooperating as has never happened before, thanks to the crass stupidity (or evil design) of the US criminalist operatives concerned ­ imagine what will happen when the US Treasury reneges on its payment
obligations towards both Chinese groups on 7th September 2006. It can be taken as read that both groups will cease all transactions via CHIPS, and will proceed to universalise their use of their own and other currencies for oil trading purposes.

3. Since the Russians have not been paid the $30 billion owed to them under the Reagan Protocols, which Ambassador Leo Wanta has promised and which he stands ready to pay them immediately ­ and which President Putin thought would be forthcoming to coincide with Russia paying off all its remaining debt to the Paris Club of creditor nations ­ it can also be considered a near-certainty that the Russians will coordinate their energy trading policies with the Chinese, and will switch to other currencies for oil trading purposes without further ado.

4. These developments will be anticipated by powerful holders of dollars and US Treasuries, and will lead to a very steep devaluation of the US dollar, possibly by 50% or more, in a frighteningly short space of time.

5. The proposition that the Chinese and Russian parties would be reluctant to dump their dollars in anticipation of, in parallel with or consequent upon such developments, would appear, on the face of it (but see below) to preclude any such grievous outcome. Obviously, the implosion of the US dollar will drive the Euro, the Japanese yen and the pound sterling through their respective roofs. And the burgeoning demand for and deployment of currencies other than the US dollar for energy trading purposes, will increase their value further, to the US dollar¹s additional detriment.

6. The insane outcome would be the devastation of the world economy ­because US exports will suddenly be dirt cheap and everyone else's exports, including those of the Chinese, will be priced off the market. Large numbers of firms which operate 'just-in-time' sourcing, will be crucified.

7. Inflation will rise sharply in the United States, followed by interest rates, converting the housing market's current plight into a slump, and leaving millions destitute or facing bankruptcy.

8. Corporations geared to handling imported goods or components will wake up to discover that their imports are up to twice as expensive as was the case previously, while the domestic market for their goods will dry up or be sharply curtailed. Many corporations which have outsourced production and services to China and elsewhere in Asia, will be crucified, and will go to the wall.

9. The stock market will reflect these developments with a vengeance, precipitating a share slump of proportions that have never been experienced in history.

10. For the first time since the collapse of the Bretton Woods currency system in 1971, the United States will need to earn foreign currencies to pay for its imported energy. (It currently pays for
its imported oil, in part, by printing instruments such as Treasury Diamond Certificates worth, say,
$1.0 billion each, which are credited for the accounts of the central banks of the energy exporters concerned). This necessity will initially induce something very close to a depression in the United States ­ alleviated marginally by the release of official oil from the Strategic Petroleum Reserve ­ whilethe economic 'J-curve' phenomenon takes effect. Under this model, the consequences of
any steep currency devaluation are delayed until the boost to exports revitalises the balance-of-payments and the trade deficit disappears, which only starts to happen after a very extended time-lag. The current account deficit, aggravated by the United States' external debts, will take much longer to stabilise.

11. The political consequences will include the annihilation of the governing Republican Party
at the forthcoming US mid-term and General Elections ­ an avoidable outcome predicted by most analysts anyway, due to other factors. The GOP can still rescue itself from the pit – just by urging implementation of The Wanta Plan. Otherwise it faces a precarious (or zero) future.

12. The 'tanking' of the US economy will probably have destabilising and (for many) unforeseen consequences, not excluding severe domestic social unrest.

What has been described above is both insane and irrational. Against such a scenario, rational analysts would argue that the Chinese, the Russians and others would be shooting themselves collectively in the foot by switching to currencies other than the US dollar for oil trading purposes, because their own currencies will appreciate steeply as the dollar collapses.

That is true, and in a rational environment, this assessment would be correct: they would be constrained from taking such action because it would be too hazardous. They also know that countries which try this, face decapitation by the US and British military.

But we are not discussing a rational environment here. The criminalised US office-holders, the US Federal Reserve, the relevant officials and their co-conspiring banking associates, have not been behaving rationally since The Wanta Settlement was signed off on 12th December 2005.

On the contrary, instead of honouring their obligations, they have displayed a continuing, flagrant and cynical disregard for legality and for meeting their solemn and formal obligations – having succeeded in destroying the Full Faith and Credit of the United States and the residual trust of powerful foreign countries.

For they are engaged in nothing less than a frantic get-rich-quick orgy before the horrendous day of reckoning which they themselves are seemingly determined to bring about, materialises.

Although they probably decided as long ago as last November to take the grave risk of seizing the funds formally sanctioned by the Supreme Court to be paid for Ambassador Wanta's compromise Settlement, they are behaving in this irrational manner essentially for two fundamental reasons:

• Those concerned are using their high offices as platforms for tax-free self-enrichment below the radar, and, because like common bank robbers they cannot stop, they are continuing to do this with the spotlight shining right into their faces and blinding them from the reality that they are walking
blindfolded along the edge of the precipice.

• Certain of their number owe their allegiance to malevolent foreign powers, which pretend to be 'allies', and which are content to see the United States broken and destroyed. The primary foreign power coordinating this operation is Germany ­ but not the Berlin Government, as such, because it has no power over the Dachau-based Nazi Continuum, Deutsche Verteidigungs Dienst, of which George H. W. Bush Sr. (Scherff) is allegedly the head. The President of the United States
is meanwhile in thrall to a separate dialectical component of the Nazi Continuum, and is engaged
in self-enrichment operations as well.

All the foreign powers involved, including those professing to be 'allies', are seeking to exploit this very rapidly deteriorating situation for their own cynical advantage – competing with the criminal gangs controlling and inside the US official structures, like rats in a sack, to squeeze the maximum leverage out of the crisis ­ a crisis that has been clumsily engineered by the Federal Reserve and the White House, and their respective manipulating forces.

The perpetrators cannot afford for all these scandals to unravel, which is one reason why the mainly foreign-owned Federal Reserve is blocking payment of Leo Wanta¹s legitimate and taxable settlement from the CHIP controlled by the Federal Reserve Bank of New York. Yet ironically, the more these criminalised officials seek to line their own pockets, the greater the certainty that the
entire rats' nest of scandals will mercilessly engulf them all. On balance, their choice must be to settle, not least since the immediate consequence would be some alleviation of the pressure they are under due to their arrogance towards the American people, and their intransigence.

In blocking the Settlement, the Fed has signalled that it is indifferent to the interests of the United States and the American people, and is therefore courting its eventual, probably accelerated, nationalisation or abolition.

At the same time, the holders of high office and their co-conspirators are hoping against hope that the lack of checks and balances and of any law enforcement system that threatens them personally, will continue to enable them to maximise personal untaxed profits on a colossal scale, and that the
Internal Revenue Service will not investigate them for tax evasion.

If this is their foolish calculation, they have overlooked several important considerations:

• While Alberto Gonzales, the US Attorney General, and his Department of 'Justice', may be controlled or blackmailed by the corrupted Presidency, United States Attorneys have the power
to indict the Attorney General himself. The notion that arrests, handcuffs and indictments will not feature in this depressing narrative, is grossly complacent, premature and mistaken.

* The Republican Party, distasteful though it has become, stands to gain immeasurably from implementation of The Wanta Plan. This is because its consequences ­ such as facilitating the outright abolition of Inheritance Tax etc ­ could ensure the survival of the Party, which will indeed
otherwise be decimated in forthcoming elections, even given the universalisation of electronic voting systems and the usual corrupt rigging of the results by electronic means, as intended.

• The fact that the corrupted cadres control the 'mainstream' media has NOT prevented this crisis from becoming public knowledge both domestically and worldwide. Much more to the point, the international financial community, including of course the central banking community – as the Bank of England's politely evasive response to the Editor of International Currency Review confirms – ­
are fully aware of the proportions of this huge crisis, which they are necessarily constrained from commenting on because the stability of the international financial system depends upon the maintenance of confidence which they know to be gravely threatened by the temporary supremacy of the ruthless high-level crooks concerned.

• If central banks (like the Bank of England, the Reserve Bank of India, and the Bank of Israel),
are themselves involved in related criminal financial operations, as is being widely reported, they are themselves knowingly and recklessly contributing to the destabilisation of the international
financial system which they are supposed to support. The offending central bankers would be running the serious risk that the situation escalates beyond any possibility of control, thereby destroying their own raison d¹etre, along with that of the compromised Federal Reserve itself.

• A sizeable community of international bankers has assembled Stateside and is waiting for the Wanta Settlement to be consummated 'as we speak'. These bankers are expressing growing resentment at the flagrant duplicity of the US authorities, and possess the power to retaliate decisively against the United States in the event that the perversely continuing US official
obfuscation and delaying tactics continue.

• Large numbers of US domestic and international financial institutions are waiting to conduct on-the-books transactions with Ambassador Leo Wanta's corporation [Federal EIN Number 20-3866855; Virginia State Corporation Identification Number 0617454-4; Virginia State Department of Taxation
identification Number: 30203866855F001]. These institutions are demanding to know, as are their Governments, why the White House, the US Treasury and the US Federal Reserve, are constantly reneging on their undertakings, deceiving and double-crossing all and sundry at home and abroad, repeatedly stalling and providing meaningless, two-faced, empty official payment assurances, and
generally behaving like deranged thugs running a Fourth World sink-hole like Zimbabwe.

No-one can believe any undertaking given by the Bush II Administration: but the gross arrogance of these people is such that they apparently 'couldn't care less'. They will probably wind up caring for much longer than they ever envisaged – behind bars, for years and years and years.

Then, at long last, they may FINALLY come to appreciate how Ambassador Leo Wanta felt when his feet, ankles, waist, neck and wrists were illegally bound in heavy link chain.

They, too, may experience the hideous evils of the American GULAG ­ arriving at the prison location for a humiliating "body search" in the winter snow while BAREFOOT, for instance.

However the difference between their prospective circumstances and those that President Clinton inflicted upon Leo E. Wanta in collaboration with his alleged DVD associate Marc Rich, a.k.a. Hans Brand, is that whereas Leo was wholly innocent of the trumped-up charges that were levied against him so that the crooks could pillage his Presidentially assembled funds, the official criminals who are holding America and the whole world to ransom today, will all thoroughly deserve every tedious minute of the hell that will be visited upon them in the brutal US GULAG intended for their enemies.

Are certain people at the top in the United States suffering from drink, drugs or mental problems, or are they behaving irrationally? Assuming, as seems evident, that these operatives are indeed, completely irrational, blinded by fear and greed, and unable to take their noses out of the trough before the carousel stops, and therefore effectively blind, what are they hoping to conceal?

• That all the money has indeed been diverted or stolen?

• Is THAT why Henry Paulson has lied to the Chinese?

• Are they still desperately hoping to conceal that they are all collectively and individually mega-tax evaders, and could, if indicted, spend the rest of their lives in prison?

• Have some of them at last come to understand that they are committing treason, for which the penalty, in time of war, which the President has declared, is execution?

Or is it that the malevolent foreign powers, secretly let by Deutsche Verteidigungs Dienst, Dachau, with the covert cooperation of Russia, China and even France*, are indeed intent on delivering the coup de grace to their long-term enemy?

One can, of course, never tell in advance on what exact date cataclysmic events will materialise. But 7th September 2006, just a few days hence, seems to be a viable candidate.

It will usher in either the beginning of the end for the Republic – or a new beginning. The corrupt operatives at the seat of power can therefore spend these final days choosing whether they would prefer to survive, or whether they would prefer to risk being strung metaphorically up from lamp posts, which, since treason is being committed, may even be what awaits them.

Nor is this just a fantasy: George H. W. Bush Sr. (Scherff) is reported to have commented once that 'if the American people knew what we had done, they would hang us all from lamp posts'.

The stage is being reached at which this may become a reality. Certainly, given the avalanche of putrid corruption that is pouring out of the White House and the Federal Reserve 'as we speak', it would appear that the GULAG to which they once consigned Ambassador Leo Wanta – the man who engineered the end of the Cold War on Reagan's instructions – may be too lenient for them. ENDS.

* Historical note: In the 18th Century, France actually helped the American
revolutionaries with naval assistance – an adventure that contributed to the
further deterioration of the French state's finances, and thus to the French
Revolution: so Paris appears to have learned nothing from that experience.



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New Twists and Turns re: Wanta Trillions for American People - U.S. Treasury Secretary Henry M Paulson, Jr. Involved in Illegal Scheme i.e. Dirert Wanta Funds to Deutsche Bank/Berlin,.

Disturbing Twists and Turns in Release of Wanta Money and $4.5 Trillion for American People

James R. Wilkinson, deputy national security advisor for communications, and U.S. Treasury Secretary, Henry M. Paulson, Jr., involved in illegal scheme to divert Wanta funds to Deutsche Bank/Berlin, according to Michael C. Cottrell, treasurer of AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc.
31 Aug 2006

By Greg Szymanski

Ambassador Leo Wanta's righteous quest to repatriate $4.5 trillion back into the U.S. economy has taken a twisted and disturbing turn for the worse, according to Michael C. Cottrell, treasurer of AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc., the corporation formed to distribute the money to the American people.

Cottrell said James R. Wilkinson, deputy national security advisor for communications, last Thursday signed off on the release of the money being held in a Clearing House Interbank Payment System credit account (CHIPS), an account credited to Goldman Sachs and Co. at Citibank.

Wilkinson and Henry M. Paulson, Jr., secretary of the Treasury, are the only two officials with signature approval over the $4.5 trillion Wanta money, but both have failed to comment publicly.

Wilkinson assumed his post in 2003 after serving as Director of Strategic Communications for General Tommy R. Franks. In his present position, he reports directly to the National Security Advisor and the White House with the specific task of crafting long-term messaging for the National Security Council.

However, according to Cottrell, after Wilkinson officially "signed-off" on the $4.5 trillion, disturbing twists and turns began to take place as the funds never were properly directed into Ambassador Wanta's account.

"We tried calling Paulson a week ago, but his secretary told us, point blank, never expect a call back from him - ever," said Cottrell Wednesday in an extended telephone conversation about the reluctance of the highest officials in the land to release trillions that would benefit the American economy.

Instead, after repeated inquiries, Cottrell learned the Bush administration had deviously devised an illegal plan to defraud Ambassador Wanta and, in turn, the American people by diverting the CHIPS account first to the Deutsche Bank/Berlin and then to two other banks.

Cottrell added this method of "signing-off and then transferring credit accounts" is used by less than scrupulous individuals as a financial smokescreen, giving the appearance the money is being released when, in fact, it is being illegally diverted for other purposes.

"They have been lying to everyone and it is clear they never want to release the $1.6 trillion into the U.S. Treasury. They are simply trying to steal the money and it appears they really want to bring down the economy and the country," said Cottrell, referring to the $1.6 trillion to be paid by Ambassador Wanta in federal taxes generated by the massive $4.5 trillion settlement.

Concerning the specific details of how officials are planning to illegally divert the Wanta money, Cottrell added:

"The process involves applying the credit of the Goldman Sachs chip to Deutsche Bank/Berlin's books. And then Deutsche Bank, through its subsidiaries, using that credit, which is illegal, begins doing a buy and sell on bank instruments, deriving a substantial profit which would eventually come back to one of several U.S. banks, for example, Wachovia.

"To verify this we have been contacted by three different credible sources telling us that this is exactly what's going on behind the scenes with Ambassador Wanta's money.

"But the main thing to remember is that the credit chip ($4.5 trillion) at Goldman and Sachs that's under Wilkinson and Paulson's signatures is specifically tagged for AmeriTrust Groupe, Inc., /Ambassador Leo Wanta and not for any other purpose which would be highly illegal."

In what has become known in international financial circles as one of the most important and explosive stories in the history of modern banking, the Wanta settlement has been the subject of a Bush administration cover-up ever since Ambassador Wanta entered into an official written agreement in November 2005 to repatriate money for the betterment of the American economy.

Further, in May Wanta verbally agreed to the distribution of the $4.5 trillion with President Bush along with the assistance of one Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court (FISA) court judge and two U.S. Supreme Court Justices.

The settlement, also negotiated with the help of two major U.S. law firms, represents only a portion of the $27.5 trillion offshore fund established at the end of the Cold War, which is now under the legal control of Ambassador Wanta, as duly appointed trustor, a position given to him by former President Ronald Reagan.

Furthermore, it was always the intention of President Reagan and Ambassador Wanta to use the money for the benefit of the American people. But after Reagan left the political spotlight, Wanta was indiscriminately and illegally jailed by operatives working for the last three presidential administrations, who have instead pilfered the trillions for their own agenda and personal gain.

After Wanta's release from a Wisconsin jail in 2005, he was instructed in a 2003 memorandum opinion by Federal Judge Gerald Bruce Lee of the U.S. District Court, Eastern District of Virginia, to try and return the $27.5 trillion to U.S. coffers according to President Reagan's instructions.

The $4.5 trillion settlement is a culmination of his efforts after finding a dark and ominous financial trail of theft, bribery and deception, discovering in his quest to retrace the whereabouts of the offshore money that much of it had been stolen or diverted for private use by the last three presidential administrations.

Wanta also discovered, to his dismay, that a CIA disinformation campaign had been waged, spreading false rumors of his death, making it easier for those criminals inside the government to abscond with trillions.

To date he has provided the Arctic Beacon with documentation of more than $745 billion in stolen funds, including accounts leading to Bush. Sr., Neil Bush and former President Clinton. Wanta added that, at the time he entered into the settlement in May, he had further identified upwards of $2 trillion in stolen funds from accounts under his control, keeping the documentation as financial leverage in case the $4.5 trillion settlement falls through.

And since President Bush was notified in writing of the settlement in July, observers claim his "false American colors" have come shining through as he placed an immediate illegal hold on the money in an effort to protect the "financial dike from exploding" and the criminals in government being exposed, instead of doing the right thing and injecting an immediate trillion dollar boost into the American economy.

Regarding the possibility of a release of the much needed Wanta funds, Cottrell pointed to Sept. 7 as a date to watch. He said this date is important as the Chinese government has verbally backed Wanta's repatriation efforts, linking it together with earned investments owed the Chinese by the U.S. in the amount of $32 trillion.

After learning of the Wanta settlement and the fact the Ambassador was still alive, the Chinese set a Sept. 7 due date for the return of their investment money, long since frozen by U.S. authorities in what has become known as the "China Foundation Money."

"The link between Ambassador Wanta and the $32 trillion owed the Chinese goes back to the days of World War II-Cold War and connections with his Chinese business partner, Howe Kwong-Kok," said Cottrell, who also will appear on Greg Szymanski's radio show, The Investigative Journal, on Thursday at 1pm central at and 2pm central at to discuss the financial details of the Wanta story. "Out of loyalty and respect, the Chinese have thrown their support behind Ambassador Wanta and have applied added pressure so that U.S authorities release the money.

"It is also interesting that Treasury Secretary Paulson is on his way to China Thursday and we will have to wait and see if the administration does the right thing."

In other related financial shenanigans of an estimated $300 trillion in offshore money at the disposal of Bush Sr. and others intentionally diverting it from the American economy, Cottrell reported that $25 trillion of related offshore funds has been illegally sent to India in order to remove the funds from the immediate spotlight being shone into the eyes of the criminal gangs operating at the very heart of the U.S. Government and its structures.

The India connection, previously reported by Christopher Story of the International Currency Review of London, detailed the sophisticated money laundering scheme aimed at defrauding Ambassador Wanta, foreign governments owed money under the Reagan Cold War protocols and, of course, the much maligned American people.

"Specifically, the proceeds of these fund-washing operations are placed back onto the books from which funds were diverted, with the self-enrichment profits being transferred to India in the form of bonds. The key perpetrators of these continuing frauds include the President and Vice President of the United States, George W. Bush and Richard Cheney, the Chairman of the Federal Reserve Board, Dr Ben Bernanke, the Secretary of Defense, Mr. Donald Rumsfeld, and also two successive Secretaries of the Treasury (John Snow and Henry M. Paulson).

Story continued: "Without going into excessive detail, the illegal operations have the effect of laundering U.S. dollars, including American taxpayers' funds of course, off the books, in collaboration with corrupt foreign officials and elected leaders with the crooked, illegal proceeds being placed back onto the books where 'holes' created by previous organized financial scams need most urgently to be plugged.

"These ongoing frauds, sanctioned at the highest levels, enable past giga-financial scams to be covered up while holders of high office participate in successive fraudulent transactions off the books with corrupt foreign counterparties lodging their illegal untaxed profits offshore. The attitude of the criminals involved is that the purpose of holding high office is self-enrichment, rather than serving the US nation and the abused American people."

Besides the Wanta settlement and Chinese money owed, under the Reagan protocols Canada, France, Germany, Greece, Italy, Mexico and Spain are involved, having a special interest in the way U.S. authorities handle the Wanta settlement and the offshore money since they are due to be paid $5 billion each. In addition, $30 billion is payable to the Russian Federation.

Asked about the impending worldwide ramifications if the U.S. fails to meet its commitments, Cottrell said:

"The ramifications are, one, that the Chinese will pull the plug on all their credit chips and, two, that all the banks will also withhold or not deal with any transactions that involves the U.S. government.

"In other words, the long term financial ramifications are that the U.S. would become insolvent and go into bankruptcy as the economy comes tumbling down unnecessarily on the American people."

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