Maximum Reach. Adam MD Hamedi
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the CIA. They had no clue it was going to happen. With the budget cuts the administration had introduced, they were forced to eliminate a great number of their operatives on the ground. They had to rely mostly on technology and, though they had the best, most modern and sophisticated equipment in the world, it was not like having someone there, on the spot. When Abbas came to them with his plan, they jumped at it.
“Here is what I propose”, said Abbas addressing Hamilton. “I will travel to Pakistan and from there on to Afghanistan and try to establish contact with Osama bin Laden.”
“They might kill you before you have the chance.”
“I am willing to take the chance”, replied Abbas. “Just promise you take care of my family if anything happens to me.”
“I can promise that much. But how do you propose to set up the meeting?”
“I shall tell the truth.”
“What do you mean, how?” asked Hamilton incredulously.
“I shall tell them that I work for the CIA and, knowing Arabs and Moslems, they definitely would want to kill me, but before they do that, their curiosity will get the better of them and they will want to ask a few questions. That’s how.”
“You’ll be taking a great risk.”
“I know I will but, like I said before, I am willing to take that risk. I’m tired of a few assholes ruining the reputation of all Moslems,” he lied. “Those people are not only dangerous to the West; they are dangerous to the rest of the Moslem world. Trust me Brad, I know them. I have dealt with their likes all my life.”
“I wish you luck, Abbas.” Hamilton was impressed with this man’s courage. “You sure have balls, man.”
Abbas’s heart was pounding at an incredible rate when Hamilton left. This was it. For his whole adult life he had been planning this and it was finally coming to fruition.
From all his experience, Abbas came to the realization that the only thing that works is the truth and, even though you don’t tell anyone what your final objective is, you always tell the truth or at least a version of it. That way you never slip and get caught in your lies. Whatever happens, you always tell the truth.
Abbas never really cared for Arabs or Moslems and other than his wife and son, even Americans. He had a plan and he was willing to do anything to accomplish it. But his plan required a lot of money and neither the CIA nor his business was going to supply him with the amount he needed. One man could, however, and that man was none other than Osama bin Laden. He didn’t even like him. Matter of fact he downright despised him, but he was willing to use him. He knew that if he played his cards right, he could accomplish his objective, if he didn’t get killed in the process, a chance he was willing to take.
CHAPTER 8 – COCAINE
Ricardo Sanchez grew up in the hills around Bogota, Colombia. Since the age of eleven, he had worked the fields with his father, growing roses. By the time he was twenty, he was already tired from all the work and the lack of life’s necessities. Though his father owned the land, it never produced enough to keep them enjoying life in the style he thought they should.
All the hard work took its toll on his father and before Ricardo celebrated his 21st birthday, his father had passed away.
When he was 24 years old, Ricardo was taking a stroll, inspecting his fields and noticed a plant he was not familiar with. He called one of his farmers and was surprised to find out it was a coca plant.
“How did it get here?” he asked.
“They grow wild here,” came the response. “But your father forbad anyone from harvesting them and had them destroyed.”
“Are you telling me this shit grows everywhere here? “
“Yes senor.”
“Would anyone buy it?” he inquired.
“Sure they would, senor. And it would bring in a lot more money than the flowers.”
“Who would buy it?” he asked.
“I know a few people that would love to get their hands on it. They were trying to convince your father for years.”
“How much of this stuff do we have on this land?”
“Not enough right now. But if we take care of the plants, we could have a good harvest by next year.”
“What do you mean by a good harvest?”
“Perhaps a quarter of a million American dollars.”
Ricardo was astounded by what he was hearing. He couldn’t understand why his father would work so hard for so little when he knew he could have been making a fortune.
“I want you to start cultivating the plant and find us a buyer,” Ricardo instructed his farmer. “Do keep it quiet though, and for that I will make you foreman and pay you a lot more money.”
“Thank you Senor Sanchez. I will take care of it.”
Years had passed and Ricardo Sanchez was accumulating a great deal of money. He managed to purchase more land around his farm and tripled his production.
He stayed away from the processing of the plants but, when he was 35, he became greedy and decided to try his luck on that side as well.
The drug cartels tried to persuade him to stay away from competing with them, but finally gave in when they realized they could use his father’s reputation and smuggle the drugs more easily into the United States.
For the next few years they would compound the drugs in the shape of thin paper and use it for wrapping the flowers and when it reached the States, they would dissolve the paper in water and then evaporate it into one of the purest forms of cocaine.
When Ricardo insisted on having his own markets, the cartel again gave in, as he promised he would go after the little towns in America and stay out of the big cities. They saw no harm in that and went along with him.
By the time he was 40 years old, Ricardo was making more money than he thought was ever possible, and things were going very smoothly as his market grew across the United States, sticking to small towns and rural areas. Then one day, one of his dealers encountered a problem in a small Texas town, and he decided to go himself to investigate.
He could not understand what he was told. How would kids decide they wanted out when they had been making more money than they could ever hope for in any other field?
Why would they be willing to give up all that money, and most of all, how could they still refuse to co-operate after they were threatened?
Ricardo decided the only way to convince those kids to relent was to make an example of one of them. He had to choose one; a kid the other kids looked up to. His man told him the perfect candidate would be a boy named Danny.
Ricardo and two of his men waited for the school to let out one afternoon and grabbed Danny in full view of all the others. Not a smart thing to do. Not there. Not in Burleson, Texas.
Danny knew he was in deep trouble when he saw who was there. He only knew one of the men but the other two did not need any introduction.
“What is this I hear,” started Ricardo?” Why won’t you deal for me anymore?”
“The Sheriff,” responded Danny.
“What about the Sheriff?”
“He told us that he would punish us if we didn’t quit dealing.”
“Punish you? Do you understand that we could kill you?”
“Yes sir.”
“And you still won’t deal?”
“No sir, I can’t.”
Ricardo could not understand how a kid could be more afraid of punishment than of being