Prologue

Fragmentation, what does a fragment means in an organization? Fragmented

organizations are those that are divided into two or more parts within an
organization and each part is being managed by a certain group of individuals
where they exercise power over their fragment. When the latter is divided into
different fragments it can be problematic for the main organization in order to
exercise power because then there is no control over the determined group and
their own independent personnel are managing the groups. An example of a
fragmented organization can be like a piece of glass that it is complete and then it
falls to the floor and it gets broken. Those broken pieces are fragments that now are
separated from the main base. Once it is broken the organization keeps working in
its fragmented state it not just a problem because once it is fragmented it can brake
out into more pieces and at a point of being completely broken. It is good to note
that a broken organization can be fixed like a broken glass and you can re attach to
the main base those pieces of glasses or they can just stay there broken. An
organization can be broken into pieces and be ruled by different individuals by
taking over different situations where they exercise power on different matters. The
following story is an example of an organization that at a point was fragmented for
different reasons I cannot explain.

Tales from the CIA hospital kidnapping

While I was in my apartment three CIA officers came in three official police cars to
my grandma’s apartment and told her to go to my apartment and open my place
that later they sacked when I was not there. Later on, they identified themselves as
the police when obviously they were not common policeman. I knew since the
beginning they were CIA officers because the government would never send
common police officers to my apartment with the information I know. They asked
questions about plots that I already mentioned before and I told them the truth and
those involved. After listening me they said: Now you have to come with us. I asked
why? And he said because you have to and took the handcuff out and handcuffed me
by force, I did not resist because I knew they were CIA and that they were going to
come up with something dirty but never thought they would take me to a hospital to
play with my mind. While I was in the car I told the ‘policeman’ you work for the CIA
it is obvious, a common policeman cannot come here just for that. He did not
acknowledge but after the short trip to the hospital they got me inside the unit and
told me ‘now you are safe here’ my answer in my mind was yeah right. I sat in the
lobby while they took all my stuff and left me only in flip-flops, shorts and shirt.
They did not take out my glasses but many days later they threatened me to take out
my glasses and put a straight jacket. I sat in the lobby with the rest CIA agents who
were acting like if they were crazy watching funny sitcoms like if the situation was a
funny one. I was calm all the time knowing that their consequences of something
stupid would have been something disastrous.
After many hours in the lobby and funny sitcoms in the room they took me to
psychiatric unit and registered me in the unit with the name of Jose Torres. With a
pseudonym so no outsider can detect I was inside the unit. In my hand band they
had me as Jorge Torres (Torres is my second last-name, which I bear from my mom)
but Jose for outsiders. They changed my name so no outsider could know I was
inside that unit and kept me there but other intelligence agencies like Mossad and
leakers helpers told my location to outsiders. In the first day I was suspicious about
everything, food, medication and my roommate. During the first night I refused to
sleep next to my roommate because I had no idea who he was. He turned out to be a
sleeper agent and a nice man who helped me when I needed it more, but he was
always sleeping. I went to the room because they forced me to go in and sleep there
the first night. During the morning they called us to have breakfast that consisted of
just a small fruit salad, cornflakes, and watery oatmeal. The breakfast was the worst
of the three meals during the day. The lunch and dinner were pretty decent but the
breakfast was disgusting. I wonder why it was disgusting, at Harvard I served hot-
breakfast for graduate students in the graduate center that was amazing, Harvard
quality at its best. I did not eat breakfast nor lunch and dinner for the first three
days after being suspicious so I went in a hunger strike. Even if you don’t eat you
have to go to breakfast, lunch and dinner because you cannot stay in the room or in
the lobby. After couple of days they put prison beds on the floors to play with my
mind by letting me know that’s where are you going to sleep in the kitchen in those
uncomfortable beds.

I love food like most of the people and for me three days without food is really bad. I
remember during lunchtime without eating one of the agents working for the
government told me ‘are you having fun?’ I did not respond him but he got me so
mad that when we got out of the room I wrote with crayons in a children notebook:
Michael Morell is that you Eric Morell the boxer who went to jail after abusing an
underage girl by getting her drunk? Everyone went quiet after I yelled very hard at
all the nurses which all of them were CIA agents. They called themselves the UNIT.
On the same day at lunch hours they put us in line for lunch and a girl with a
birthday cake was in line near a door meaning ‘happy birthday’. All I thought was,
these people are sick.

The mental and physical torture starts during the night at the medication hours.
They did not give me medication during the first two days because they had a guy
with my same name who used to take the medication for me. They released him and
after he was out of the unit they started medicating me after the third day. They
gave me medication for schizophrenia, and a combination that caused me
constipation, renal and rectal bleeding. The combination of the medications knocked
you down so bad in such way that all you wanted to do it was sleep. They open the
rooms and you go to sleep around 11pm because they give you the pills around
10pm. If you refuse to take the pills they give you shots by force. They did it to me
many times because I did not wanted to take them. You go to bed and sleep, then
they wake up around 6am to take blood pressure and more medication and then
they close the rooms. After they close the rooms you are very sleepy and barely
cannot be up so you have to sit in the chairs in the lobby that are made of plastic and
very hard to deal with because they are very uncomfortable. They give you the same
medication as night so you are basically dealing with the sleep during the day and
cannot sleep because they close the rooms on purpose so you cannot rest causing
you sleep deprivation. They were times that I had to sleep on the floor because I
could not take it anymore.

Inside there were people with me. They kept coming, two Kennedy’s were in and I
believe two Jews working for Mossad too. I never got to talk to one of the Jews but
we shared cigarettes many times. He made fun of everyone laughing when people
implied that they were going to do something to me. His actions were like yeah
right, whatever you say. So the guy was covering my back always. A girl (I am still
not sure if she worked for Mossad) was covering me always. I asked her, what are
you doing here? And she told me “because my boyfriend was kidnapped and I had to
come here”

I give special thanks to everyone who helped me inside that place, at the beginning it
was divided but at the end there was a lot of people who sided with me. The
Kennedy’s helped me a lot by getting their agents inside and letting me know about
the food poisoning and sharing cigarettes with me and being very friendly.
Kennedy’s I owe you my life. One of the Kennedy’s was one who told me: Hey that
guy is from Israel.

The seducer

During the first days of my stay there was a girl named Delanie, she did not lasted
too long in the unit because I discovered she was fake as many of the insiders. She
was around 19 years old and the CIA gave her the pseudonym of Delanie because
Delanie is a Brazilian porn star. She was not very attractive but she was okay. She
was a white girl, brunette, dark eyes, and had a slim figure.

Delanie wrote some nice verses in a piece of paper telling me many things to fill me
with joy and delight in order to attract my attention and seduce me in someway or
the other. I remember that the paper had a drawing of a cross with roses colored
with crayons very nice and sweet. Honestly, since it was during the first days I do
not remember what exactly the paper said. However, the verses were more like
everything they are doing to you is because they are being jealous and they you
deserve more than that, you seem like a nice guy who deserve better. I was not
really amused by the words but I took it in a good way.

At night, I was near the counter of the nurses and she was talking to one of the
nurses that were all CIA operatives as I mentioned before. They were talking about
that she was waiting a call from a boy and that he did not do anything to get her. I
remember the nurse telling her: ‘well you can go to the bathroom and inside the
shower you can take your time’. After I heard that I felt suspicious and decided to go
to the water fountain and sip water and approached the counter again. The
conversation was the same ‘go to the bathroom and take your time sweetheart’.
Then another nurse called me: ‘Jorge!’ I went there and he said: ‘do you know where
I am from right?’ I asked him: ‘where?’ and he replied: ‘I was born in the Philippines’.
Meaning, Aquino was assassinated in the Philippines. That guy was okay, was not
the best but helped me in that occasion. I am still not sure if he was with me
completely but at that moment he was on my side because many other times he
treated me like if I just had delusional thoughts about the CIA, something that I
hated very much because I like things straight. Anyway, the point of his call was
that: if you do what they are implying you die because they are going to make you a
case in court as if you raped her. I knew that they wanted that because she was
offering herself freely and the situation was completely fishy so after I sipped water
from the fountain I completely stepped back and broke the paper she wrote and
gave it to another nurse. I am not into having sexual intercourse with a girl I barely
know without protection and less in a psychiatric unit.

The Poisoning

In the middle of my stay, I barely remember the day but it was around the day
twelve or thirteen, it was the day of the wake up call where I understood how
serious the situation was. It was like any other day, medications here and there, no
rest during the day and many cigarettes during the smoking break. The difference in
that day was that they were going to try to kill me by poisoning my food. Something
was different in that day, the rooms were left open and my roommate was sleeping
during the day. At around 12:30pm there was this guy who came in few days before,
he was a huge African-American who was with me because they put him in my room
and he backed me up always when somebody implied something, his look was very
intimidating. In the rooms there were three beds. He was on the first one, the
sleeper on the second one, and me on the third one. At around 12pm I decided to go
to the room and the huge guy was making his bed, it was very strange. I decided to
take the opportunity that the rooms were open so I went to my bed in order to lay
down. That was the moment when my roommate Mathew said to me ‘you cannot
rest down’ and my response was like ‘okay I see’. Then, he left immediately the room
and went straight to have lunch. I stayed in the room knowing that here was
something wrong with the food and planned to stay inside the room while everyone
waited for the food. No more than five minutes later they called me and closed the
rooms in order to push me to eat.

When I say that the day was different it was because we always had lunch in the
dining room where everyone is served from a huge pot. They said that they were
doing something in the dining room so they took the food in boxes and gave it to
everyone in the lobby to eat.

An old lady named Trudy Lorraine that I met before during the first days was very
selfish. Every time we went to have a cigarette she asked people for one and every
time she had a pack she never gave to anyone, it was very annoying but that was her
role. She was from New England, I remember clearly because during the first days I
told her: ‘Lorraine where are you from?’ And she said ‘I am from Maine’. Then,
joking I told her: ‘Massachusetts is better than Maine’ and she was like ‘nah’ you
don’t know where Maine is’. I was like of course up north in New England near New
Hampshire, she then laughed and left. I don’t remember asking her age but this lady
was a CIA operative aged around 60 to 70 years old working for the CIA. She must
have been a retired operative who was recalled for the operation. She wore a diaper
that even pied on herself once when we were smoking and did not have teeth. But at
the end of the day, this lady was a saint because she helped me that day of the
poisoning. She was one of the agents that told me indiscreetly that my food was
poisoned. She called me in the corner and said: ‘hey, when they give you your food,
give it to me and I will give you mine if you want’. I got the message very fast and
thanked her but declined because I did not wanted to leave her without food
because then she would have nothing to eat and she was old.

An outsider aware of the situation sent an operative from the Dominican Republic
wearing a yellow polo shirt. I don’t remember his name but when they gave him the
food he did not even touched it and sat down without eating. I later found out he
was from the Dominican Republic because I approached him and talked to him. One
of the Kennedy’s who I befriended him since he came in did not even took the food
and stayed outside the smoking section with me without eating. I gave him the look
like these people are really crazy, they are sick deep in the heart. Another guy who
also I do not remember his name walked by and whispered in my ear ‘you cannot
eat’. That was the final message were I understood that they really wanted to poison
me to death. I went near the nurses who all of them were CIA operatives and
thought about taking a cup of juice but I was so suspicious that I decided to play it
safe and did not had anything for lunch that day.

After everyone finished eating their food they were going to close the smoking
section where all the people ate in the open air. When everyone was done while I
was walking thru the door to get inside the lobby I remember like yesterday the
nurse holding the door said: ‘this is the worst mistake she (Hillary Clinton) ever
made’.

The Doctors

There were two doctors. One of them was named Robert Lluch and the other one Dr.
Murray. The latter was a chubby woman chubby that could barely walk, was a
brunette with long hair and white. The former was skinny, not too tall spoke English
with an accent and was of Puerto Rican decedent. I found out he was Puerto Rican
because my mother told me for his last name. I had doubt and decided to look it up
online and he studied psychiatry in Puerto Rico and later on got his license in the
state of Florida.

The connection
Dr. Lluch prescribed me that lethal combination of drugs that caused me
constipation, renal, and rectal bleeding. Something I never understood was why a
doctor prescribed me that kind of medication without any form of evaluation. He
started to see me many days after giving me that dose of medicine. How a doctor can
prescribe a patient without any form of evaluation? I guess he was a magician or
something that knew what each patient had and prescribed in advance before
having an interview with the patient. Dr. Robert Lluch was the informant of the
Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Robert Mueller. He was very
interested in my finances asking me where I had bank accounts, how much money I
had, and where I had them. He asked me many times why did I not accessed my
accounts on his computer to check out my balance since I never told them. I told him
that it was my private banking information and that he had no business in it and
that did not have any right to sneak in my personal private information. I remember
to this date telling him, Dr. Robert I am going to tell Mossad to put a bullet on your
body for each pill you prescribed me daily. He started to shake and he got so
nervous that dispatched me immediately out of his office. The day of the poisoning
he knew about it and asked me about it so Robert Mueller was involved in the
poisoning too. He probably gave the OK to go ahead with it. I knew Dr. Lluch was
working for Mueller because every time I went to his office he read from the
computer screen to interview me. He was always reading, nothing came out of his
head by himself, it was everything set-up by the FBI.

Dr. Murray never prescribed anything because my doctor in the psychiatric unit was
Dr. Robert Lluch. I never knew what was the name of Dr. Murray but she seemed
very calm always and she was nice but her last name implied something unpleasant.
Who was Dr. Murray? Dr. Murray was the doctor of Michael Jackson that gave him
an overdose of prescription drugs where he died as a consequence of it. Dr. Murray
redirects you to Michael Jackson and Michael Jackson takes you to Michael Morell
the deputy director of the Central Intelligence Agency. I remember during the last
days. Dr. Murray asked are you involved with the CIA? And I replied: “No”. Then she
proceeded to ask me: “do you think the CIA has something to do with you?” My
answer was: “they wish!” If you analyze her last name, what the CIA was trying to do
was to tell me: “we are going to drug you to death with an overdose like Michael
Jackson. (The CIA killed Michael Jackson). Few days after, the Jackson family called
to the public phone in the unit and said: “does anyone speak Spanish there? The
person who took the call did not know Spanish and asked someone else to pick up
the phone. I heard him and told a Spanish speaker who was with me go and pick up
that call because I don’t want to talk to anyone and he went and took the phone and
said: “yes” in Spanish, then the person on the other side on the line said in English:
“It is Mad Men, is there George Jackson there? I want to speak to Geo Jackson.” Then
the Spanish speaker told her: “no, there is no George Jackson here.” That was the
Jackson family calling and telling the FBI and CIA subtly drug him to death like you
did to Michael and we are going to have serious problems because George is family.
Michael Jackson children are Paris Jackson and Prince Jackson. Prince is Prince
George Alexander Louis the son of the future King and Queen of England.
The nurse that gave the shots

The nurse that gave the shots was named Lisa McCarthy. She was a blonde lady, five
feet and three inches, attractive for her age and around 35 to 45 years old. She
usually worked the afternoon shift. There were three shifts: morning, afternoon, and
night shift. She was nice most of the time, but she played her role very well. She
gave me the medication during the night shift. Since she was the nurse who gave me
the medication at night I also told her same thing I told the doctor. I am going to tell
Mossad to put one bullet on you per pill I am taking right now. I told her many times
during the day and that night when she gave me the pill she was so scared that she
looked away and I did put the pills underneath my tongue and drank the juice they
gave me to swallow it. Later on, I went to the trashcan and put the pills in the cup
and threw away the cup. That day I did not have the medication at night. The day
after, she came with a nurse dress that had Tweety on it. At the time, for us in the
CIA Tweety means: “I am going to kill you”. I approached her and told her laughing
did you know that Tweety in Spanish is the little chicken that says ‘Pio Pio’. Then I
told her, Pio in Spanish goes for Pious in English, and he was a pope in the Roman
Catholic Church that served during the Second World War until the late 1950s. Then
I made a fool of her for wearing that shirt because she clearly did not know what she
was doing, or the person who instructed her to wear the shirt did not have any idea.
That day I started saying to her ‘Pio Pio’, something that freaked her out.

The day after that I pretended to be nice with her and the doctor Robert Lluch who
was acting for the Director of the FBI, Robert Mueller instructed her to give me a
shot in my triceps for some disease I did not needed. I rejected the shot and they
said that they were going to give it to me by force if I refused so I pretended to be OK
with it and proceeded to have the shot in my arm. To this day I still have no idea
what the shot was and why they gave it to me, they gave me the shot twice a week in
my arm. However, that shot gave me a huge pain for three days in my arm each time
they gave it to me. I could not move the arm or do anything with it. They clearly
knew I was in pain. I asked them for painkillers and they pretended that I needed to
see the doctor in order to get them because they could not give it to me. In a hospital
a nurse is able to prescribe ibuprofen or any over the counter painkillers. After
begging them that I needed to see the doctor as soon as possible they set me an
appointment with him and I asked for painkillers because I could not deal with the
pain, it was out of this world. I pretended to be nice with him and he finally
prescribed me some good painkillers that helped me for the moment because I
begged him for them. It was so painful that I told them that I needed it in order to
ease the pain because it was way too much. It was a form of slow torture that when I
think about it I get mad because it was very unreasonable, it was a very sick tactic
coming from the government.

The friendly nurse

The friendly nurse was named Lauren Simon. She had hazel eyes, white, brunette,
short hair, and seemed to be very nice person. That it is why I mentioned her as the
friendly nurse. She was sent to me in order to gain my trust and attention so I can
share with her as much information as possible. Since we started talking I never
mentioned that she worked for the CIA, I did it after few hours later because we
talked a lot but she denied it. It was funny because every time I told her she laughed
and said: “no I don’t”. She knew that I knew that she worked for the CIA but I did not
insist too much because it was obvious and because I wanted also to find out who
she was and what she wanted. Lauren was a nice girl. I loved her name and her
attitude towards me. I discussed with her many things about my life, like where I
was from, my education, what I liked to do, and my family. She even had the
personality of a girl that I would love to date or even to be my best friend. She told
me that she was married with a newborn son. She was so nice that before finding
out she worked for the Clintons I even offered my help to her. Once while we were
talking she said: ‘you talk to that guy a lot’. The name of the guy was Tyron, he was
an African-American CIA operative who worked for the Clintons like her. I found out
he worked for the Clintons because when the day of the poisoning he played it very
cool in order to incite me to eat and when I found out he got so scared that he even
apologized. How I found out she worked for the Clintons? They both tried to trick
me by making the situation like if they were not allied so Tyron gave me a magazine
that had a picture of Clinton in Twitter that said: “Hey @McIlroyRory - I'm working
on my short game. (Only a few strokes behind my niece Fiona and nephew Simon.)”
When I found out that I completely stepped back and asked him directly: “Tyron
what are you telling me is that she works for the Clintons and is fooling me?” He
responded: “yes”. I wrote in a paper: “someone told me that you work for the
Clintons so your cover was blew out and you do not fool me anymore” and gave it to
her, then I left. Someone inside the CIA or FBI probably told her be there like
nothing happened and stay there. Then I decided to play it cool with her because she
was so nice to me that I wanted to find out who she really was and why she was
doing it. I told her: “you work for the Clintons and you are trying to fool me” and she
replied: “I am a nurse student and I am your friend”. In my mind I was like yeah
right, sure. However, she said that she was a student nurse because she came from
the outside with a group of nurses that were acting like students and they were just
getting trained. There was no training really because she they were just sitting
down and chatting with people while she talked to me. To this day I do not feel
much anger towards her because she seemed a nice person but it was tricky that
they sent her from the outside only to talk to me.

They came from the Everest school of nursing. Everest is the mountain on the
border of China and Nepal. Mount Everest was named after the surveyor Sir George
Everest. So they clearly knew what they were doing, I also told her that and she
acted like she did not knew. I remember telling her: “did you know that Mount
Everest was named after George Everest” while she replied: “really? I had no idea”.
To this day I do not even know if she knew or not but it was sketchy. When I later
did more research on Everest I found out that William Lambton started the survey
of the mountain and the one who finished it was Sir George Everest. That tells me
that she worked for the Clintons and she did not even know about the mountain.
Same way as she fooled me at the beginning by telling me that she did not worked
for the Clintons she was probably fooled by wearing the uniform with the Everest
slogan on it without even knowing that William was the first surveyor of the
mountain so the connection of mount Everest exposed her that she was really
working for the Clintons.

https://twitter.com/billclinton/status/370369377519927296

The comfort

I said comfort because when I felt hopeless and annoyed with the whole situation a
person was always there for me in order to overcome the whole situation. His name
was Eddie. He did not worked for the CIA and he was truly authentic. Eddie was a
Puerto Rican man born in Puerto Rico and raised in Spanish Harlem in New York
since four years old. He was really a nice man, he did not understood politics as
many people do but he was an honest and funny person. He was around five feet
and nine inches, had a beer belly, no hair in his head more like a bald man and did
not have one tooth in his mouth. In his arms he had tattoos of his son and the two
hands of Jesus Christ in reverence to the Catholic Church. He was not clearly aware
of the whole situation and some outsider who was with me brought him into the
hospital probably to talk to me so I can familiarize with him and ease my situation.
After realizing he did not worked for the agency and other bureau I told him about
my situation that I was kidnapped by the agency and that they were plotting against
me because they betrayed me.

The calls

The FBI and CIA blocked all my calls to my family members. My parents’ house
phone back in Puerto Rico, the cellphone of my mother, dad, brother, sister and
brother in-law were all blocked. When you called all you heard was a message that
the phones were unavailable or redirected to a voice mail to a man that was named
Scott. I never knew whom that guy Scott was; except for the one person that I
thought that is the governor of Florida named Rick Scott. Every time I felt anger I
called the number of any of my family members and when his voice mail picked up I
raged against the agency. Eddie helped me because when I wanted to get hold of my
mother to tell her something or to follow an order he called his girlfriend and his
girlfriend did a three-way conference call to my mother and that it is how I got hold
of my mom when I was inside. I still have no idea why the government decided to
block all the calls to my mother in order to isolate me in such way. I missed very
much to talk to my family and they isolated me by blocking all phone talks so I could
not talk to anyone on the phone. To this day, I give thanks to Eddie for being my
support because even when he was not an operative and did not understood what it
was really happening inside that place he covered my back always. I told him about
everything at the end and he got a little bit scared but got over it after a few days. He
shared many cigarettes with me when I did not have and did not even bother to give
me when I needed them. I never was a smoker of cigarettes but when I came to
Florida I started smoking and smoked for two years then I completely stopped and
did not have a cigarette for about eight months. I am still trying to quit like before
because I got over them and still cannot do it, so basically going into the hospital got
me in the habit of smoking cigarettes again because there was nothing to do there
that calmed me like a cigarette and right now I am trying to kick the habit.

The rescue

The rescue might be the most thrilling part of my story. Why? Because there was a
lot of suspense of what was going to happen inside the compound and how the
federal authorities were going to do it. There were two rescue plans, this first one I
knew when and how it was going to take place and the second one I had no idea. The
first one was by the federal authorities that kidnapped me and the second one was
by external forces perpetrated by external foreign intelligence agencies.

The United States federal authorities, the FBI and CIA in a joint operation with the
military were going to make the rescue that I knew by detail and how it was going to
happen and when it was going to take place. An outsider who I will not expose
because he was connected with one of the most powerful persons in the current
administration handed me a book with the details of what kind of operatives were
going to break in and rescue me. I do not remember that much of the pamphlet, but I
remember clearly what one part said: “the kind of operatives that are coming are
special forces of the Air Force and Navy, two of them graduated first and second of
their class and achieved the highest degrees in search and rescue operations.” The
plan of how it was going to be I knew it by watching the news. One operative nurse
who was with me put the news on the TV and said: “watch it”. I started learning
about how the plan was going to take place. Outside the hospital there was a small
baseball field next to the parking lot. In that field there were going to come three
helicopters and a caravan by the parking lot. The idea was to fool any leaker that
they were going to take me by air but after they took hold of me they were going to
transport me to a safe shelter by car.

The plan

Three helicopters accompanied by a caravan of cars were going to come in with

military Special Forces and break in inside the compound. They were going to kill
everyone inside the hospital including nurses, and patients and take me like if I was
not there. After killing everybody they were going to put a gun in one person in
order to implicate him as the shooter and later on burn the whole place. They were
going to say that that someone handed the gun to that person and he had it in the
bathroom waiting for a specific time in order to strike and shoot at any moment
because he was crazy and went into a shooting spree inside the psychiatric unit by
acting alone or with the help from an outsider. While watching the news under the
headlines said: “destroy all magazines, literature and papers that you have in your
room and take it to the trash”. I did it the day before the attack and people inside the
hospital noticed it and started to freak out because they suspected of what was
going to happen. Everyone who was mean to me started to be completely nice and
were in agreement in everything I said. They were really scared because they knew
that something inevitable was going to happen. I destroyed all the literature because
most of those papers and magazine had encrypted information from insiders who
were with me and others who were against me. That it is how we communicated
most of the time, a person handed me a magazine or an article paper, I read it and I
knew what they wanted or implied then I wrote them in notes or used encrypted
magazines sheets of papers and gave them back to them with everything encrypted.
Before the last day of the attack in the compound they had us to go to the smoking
section. While we were smoking a cigarette a car passed by and honk four times.
Meaning, five we are going to strike at one in the morning. I pretended like nothing
happened and said: “that guy might be lost”. Then other operative who was not with
me told me: “my cellphone is this number” ending in one. He was telling me
basically: “you don’t fool me, they are coming at one”. I pretended he was wrong and
said: “nah” might be at three or maybe five in the morning. I went inside and forgot
about everything and went to bed. Then I went out and one who was with me who
were ending the shift before the attack said: “they found out, can’t come tonight
because they informed out already”. I was okay with it and left. The next day they
got the Dominican guy inside to tell me about the food poisoning and the rescue. He
told me in Spanish: “go and have your usual shower, it’s during dinnertime”,
dinnertime was around 5:30pm. It was obvious that during dinner time could have
been easier because everyone was in the dining room and they just had to go inside
the compound get into the dining room, rescue me and do whatever they were going
to do and then leave the place with me.

The plan by foreign operatives agencies

I never knew how this was and what they were going to do. The only I knew was
that it was in seventy-two hours after I was told. A group of student nurses
accompanied by a doctor came in. One of the student nurses was from Colombia and
they had her to speak to me in Spanish. I heard her talking in Spanish to other guy so
I decided to talk to her and being friendly with her because she was nice and pretty
too. While we were talking in Spanish about politics, sports, and many things she
ended the conversation saying: “in seventy-two hours you are out of this place”. I
guess someone found out of that plan and two days after I was released.
The Masterminds

The plan was masterminded by ex-CIA Deputy Director Michael Morell in support
with the FBI ex-Director Robert Mueller, FBI Director James Comey, Clintons and
mogul Bill Gates. Later on, the FBI proceed to ask me for 100 million that later
raised it up to 250 million dollar or they would have killed my family. However, as a
CIA operative I always had the support of President Obama and President Bush plus
the CIA director and other foreign government from Europe, the Middle East, and
Asia that helped me overcome any single obstacle they crossed on my path so I
could live like the normal person I am.