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  Hit Man: A Technical Manual For Independent Contractors HIT MAN

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  Hit Man: A Technical Manual For Independent Contractors Hit Man

  A Technical Manual for Independent Contractors

  By Rex Feral

  Copyright @ 1983 by Rex Feral

  ISBN 0-87364-276-7

  Printed in the United States of America

  Published by Paladin Press, a division of

  Paladin Enterprises, Inc., P.O. Box 1307,

  Boulder, Colorado 80306, USA.

  (303) 443-7250

  Direct inquiries and/or orders to the above address.

  All rights reserved. Except for use in a review, no

  Portion of this book may be reproduced in any form

  Without the express written permission of the publisher.

  Neither the author nor the publisher assumes

  Any responsibility for the use or misuse of

  Information contained in this book.

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  Hit Man: A Technical Manual For Independent Contractors DEDICATION

  To Those Who Think,

  To Those Who Dare,

  To Those Who Do,

  To Those Who Succeed,

  Success Is Nothing More Than Taking Advantage

  Of An Opportunity.

  Anonymous

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  Hit Man: A Technical Manual For Independent Contractors WARNING

  IT IS AGAINST THE LAW TO manufacture a silencer without an appropriate license from the federal government. There are state and local laws prohibiting the possession of weapons and their accessories in many areas. Severe penalties are prescribed for violations of these laws. Neither the author nor the publisher assumes responsibility for the use or misuse of information contained in this book. For informational purposes only!

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  Hit Man: A Technical Manual For Independent Contractors CONTENTS

  Index

  4-6

  Preface

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  Prologue

  9-11

  Chapter One

  THE BEGINNING 12-16

  Mental and Physical Preparations

  Chapter Two

  EQUIPMENT 16-22

  Selection and Purpose

  Chapter Three

  THE DISPOSABLE SILENCER 22-32

  A Poor Man’s Access to a Rich Man’s Toy

  Chapter Four

  MORE THAN ONE WAY TO KILL A RABBIT 32-39

  The Direct Hit is Not Your Only Alternative

  Chapter Five

  HOMEWORK AND SURVEILLANCE 39-49

  Mapping a Plan and Checking it for Accuracy

  Chapter Six

  OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS! 50-52

  Finding Employment, What to Charge, Who to Avoid

  Chapter Seven

  GETTING THE JOB DONE RIGHT 52-57

  Why the Described Hit Went Down the Way It Did

  Chapter Eight

  DANGER! EGOS, WOMEN AND PARTNERS 58-61

  Controlling Your Situation

  Chapter Nine

  LEGALLY ILLEGAL 61-65

  Enjoying the Fruits

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  Hit Man: A Technical Manual For Independent Contractors PREFACE

  A WOMAN RECENTLY ASKED HOW I could, in good conscience, write an instruction book on murder.

  “How can you live with yourself if someone uses what you write to go out and take a human life?” she whined.

  I am afraid she was quite offended by my answer.

  It is my opinion that the professional hit man fills a need in society and is, at times, the only alternative for “personal” justice. Moreover, if my advice and the proven methods in this book are followed, certainly no one will ever know.

  Some people would argue that in taking the life of another after premeditation, you act as GOD-judging and issuing a death sentence. But it is the employer, the man who pays for the service, whatever his reason might be, who acts as judge. The hit man is merely the executioner, an enforcer who carries out the sentence.

  There are many, many instances when atrocities are committed that the law will not or cannot pursue. And other times when the law does its part but the American legal system is so poor that real justice is not served. In those cases, as in cases of personal revenge and retribution, a man must step outside the law and take matters into his own hands.

  Since most men are capable of carrying out their threats and wishes only in their heads, it becomes necessary for a man of action to step in and do what is required: a special man for whom life holds no real meaning and death holds no fear…a man who faces death as a challenge and feels the victory each time he walks away the winner.

  Some men could not kill under any circumstances. Others could kill only in self-defense or to protect what they hold dear. One man learns to kill in times of war and spends the rest of his life trying to forget the horror, while his brother may consider all his wartime efforts a justifiable part of his past having no effect on his present.

  How many times have you shared a few beers with a group of macho buddies who eventually turned the subject of conversation from women and sports to that of guns, ammunition, wars and killing?

  It seems that almost every man harbors a fantasy of living the life of Mack Bolan or some other fictional hero who kills for fun and profit. They dream of living by their reflexes, of doing whatever is necessary without regard to moral or legal restriction. But few have the courage or knowledge to make that dream a reality.

  When the bragging and boasting starts, I just sit back and smile as one after the other talks of what he would do, and how he would be, if it weren’t for family obligations, mortgages and corporate jobs.

  You might be like my friends-interested but unsure, standing on the sidelines afraid to play the game because you don’t know the rules. Within the pages of this book you will learn one of the most successful methods of operation used by an independent contractor. You will follow the procedures of a man who works alone, without backing of organized crime or on a personal vendetta. Step by step you will be taken from research to equipment selection to job preparation to successful job completion. You will learn where to find employment, how much to charge, and what you can, and cannot, do with the money you earn.

  But deny your urge to skip about, looking for the “good” parts. Start where any amateur who is serious about turning professional will start, at the beginning.

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  Hit Man: A Technical Manual For Independent Contractors PROLOGUE

  HE SLEEPS WHILE THE PLANE IS in flight, having learned long ago that few people will try to make conversation with a sleeping man. At 1:35 p.m. the stewardess awakens him. They are about to land.

  He enters the terminal and casually strolls past the embracing couples and reunited families, heading directly for the men’s room. He is just another of the hundreds of businessmen who arrives at and departs from a major city airport on any given day.

  Safe inside the toilet stall, he locks the door and slips of the business suit he chose to wear on the trip. From his duffle bag he pulls faded jeans, sweatshirt and tennis shoes. Hurriedly, he pulls on the clothing. Then, balancing a small mirror on the back of toilet, he slips a stocking cap over his hair to flatten and hide it before pulling on a shoulder length wig. Into the duffle bad do his expensive watch, rings, and other jewelry. His neatly folded suit, shirt and tie fit snugly on top. From a zippered side pocket he takes a pair of tinted, wire-rimmed glasses and a nondescript hat. In less than ten minutes, he leaves the men’s room a different man.

  At the row of car rental booths in the airport lobby, a tall hippie in a sweatshirt waits
in line to rent a car. He does not seem to be inconvenienced by the long lines that are so irritating to other customers.

  When the girl behind the counter finally gets around to him, he responds affirmatively to her offer to help.

  “Yeah, I wanna rent a small car for a few days.”

  She takes in his appearance. She has seen his type many times before and immediately interprets his use of the word small to mean cheap. She suggests an economy car that is terrific on gas and comes with unlimited mileage.

  He explains that he intends to pay cash for the use of the car. She tells him that he may do so when brings the car back, but a valid driver’s license and major credit card are required identification for security purposes. From an ordinary looking wallet, he pulls the necessary identification: a valid North Carolina driver’s license and a major credit card, both in the name of Alfred Johnson.

  With key in hand, he leaves the car rental booth and goes to claim his baggage. Then he wanders to the airports newsstand to purchase a city map and some reading materials.

  Seated in the lobby, he checks the map for an address he memorized weeks earlier. Folding the map so he can follow it while driving, he exits to pick up his waiting car.

  Afternoon traffic is moderately heavy on the interstate. Exits, side streets and intersections are unfamiliar. He drives carefully and obeys all traffic rules. He does not want to become involved in any accidents or pick up any traffic tickets.

  Finally he arrives in the section of town where he will find the memorized address. He drives slowly down the street until he has located the apartment complex, then drives on past so his interest will not be observed.

  He continues to scout the neighborhood, checking streets and consulting the city map he carries for possible escape routes. He notes that the neighborhood is upper middle-class; neatly kept lawns and sidewalks, with a population consisting of mostly singles and young families.

  Three blocks west of the apartment complex there is a park, which has a small pond. One block east he finds a large shopping center, which has a movie theater and an adult bookstore that is open all night.

  About a mile away, at the point where he exited the interstate highway, there are several chain motels and fast food restaurants. He heads back in that direction and pulls into a motel parking lot. He jots down the California license tag number of a car parked near the restaurant entrance. It is 4:15 p.m.

  The motel clerk is disinterested and mechanical in registering him. He fills out the required form in the name of Sam Wilcox, gives a fictitious address in Los Angeles and uses the California tag number from the car parked at the restaurant. The clerk does not ask for further identification.

  “I’m a late sleeper. I’d like a room on the back side-away from the pool, if you have it,” he requests.

  “Will that be cash or charge?” the clerk asks without looking up.

  He lays enough small bills on the counter to cover two days lodging. “Cash,” he answers.

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  Hit Man: A Technical Manual For Independent Contractors He drives the car around back, locates his room and takes in his baggage. By 4:45 p.m. he is seated on the bed studying the contents of a large manila envelope taken from his locked suitcase. Using the information from the envelope and the telephone directory, he begins to chart routes on the city map.

  Afterwards, he carefully studies an assortment of photographs taken from the envelope. Satisfied, he returns everything to the envelope and locks it away in the suitcase again.

  Wearing a jogging outfit and still in his hippie disguise, he drives to the shopping center and locks his car. On foot, he begins a slow jog through the neighborhood. He circles the block and carefully scrutinizes the area before cutting into the apartment complex parking lot. The sun is just beginning to set.

  The apartments are all identical. Patios on the rear are enclosed with privacy walls. On the front, each apartment is separated from the other by an ornamental cedar fence. Two parking spaces are reserved at the front of each apartment for the residents’ use. Guest parking is clearly marked in the center of the parking lot, surrounding a small island landscaped with a few scrawny trees and thick bushes.

  He jogs over to the guest-parking island and sits down on the curb. Removing his shoes and socks, he begins to rub his tired feet. It is 6:47. If his information is correct, the mark should be arriving home from work any time now.

  At 6:53 a green Mustang pulls into the parking space in front of the apartment he has under surveillance. The car matches the description of the vehicle belonging to the mark. A heavyset man emerges slowly from the small car. He is puffing on a large cigar. Judging by his physical characteristics and the cigar, this man appears to be the mark. He glances up, uninterested, as a jogger trots out of the parking lot.

  He jogs back to the motel, stopping at a fast food restaurant for dinner. The clerk shortchanges him by five dollars and the hamburger he orders is not prepared to his specifications, but he does not complain. Without drawing any attention, he heads back to his motel where he reads and watches television until 11:00.

  It is after 11:30 when he swings his car into the apartment complex parking lot. The mark’s lights are on and his car is still parked in its allotted space. The mark is said to spend most of his free time alone at home, staying up late watching television and sleeping in until an hour or so before his scheduled time to report for work at a used car lot; it appears that this information is correct.

  He circles the guest parking island and drives back to the motel.

  Early the next morning he is waiting in his parked car with a pair of binoculars and a newspaper when the mark leaves the apartment. In the bright morning sunlight he clearly makes positive identification. This is his man!

  Using his pre-marked map, he spends the early part of the day checking out the places the mark is known to frequent. Around noon, he drives to the main post office to pick up a parcel he mailed to himself the day before. As he drives, he contemplates the various places he has checked out. Because of the layout of the apartment complex in relation to the private patios and sectioned courtyards, he decides that the best place to make the hit is in the mark’s own home.

  Back at the motel, he opens the heavily taped parcel, which was addressed to Mark Donaldson.

  There had been no problem in picking up the package, stamped “Fragile-Precision Machined Parts.” Today the postal clerk had not even asked for identification.

  Inside the first box is a second box. And inside the second box is a special set of clothing, several pairs of rubber gloves, a clean pair of tennis shoes, a new disguise, ammunition, a disassembled weapon and a disposable silencer.

  Lovingly he begins to assemble his weapon. With gloved hands, he wipes every part, inside and out, for fingerprints. As he loads the clip, he wipes down each of the bullets. He is a man with a job to do.

  He has his tools, he has done his homework, he knows he has the right target and he has determined how he will accomplish the job.

  After putting the tools away, he leaves the motel to fill the gas tank on the car. While he is out, he steals an out-of-state tag from a parked automobile and replaces the rental tag with the stolen tag.

  Back in his room, he dials the airport and gets flight information. Space is available on a flight departing at 11:55 p.m.

  At 7:00 p.m. the alarm sounds, waking him from a four-hour nap. It is time to get ready for work.

  He dresses in the clothing that came in his parcel. He puts on the clean tennis shoes and new disguise. He puts the hippie disguise, clothing and shoe into the duffle bag, along with the tools he will be using. When he is all dressed and packed to go, he has a few very important details to complete.

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  Hit Man: A Technical Manual For Independent Contractors First, he removes the manila envelope from the suitcase and goes into the bathroom to burn all the items it contains over the toilet. One by one, he burns the information sheets, photographs, maps and ot
her physical evidence that may prove conspiracy to commit a crime and flushed away the incriminating remains.

  He pulls on a fresh pair or rubber gloves and begins to wipe down the room for fingerprints. He knows the room will probably be rented again by tomorrow, but he takes the precaution anyway. He puts all the trash, newspapers and magazines accumulated during his stay into a plastic garbage bag along with the room’s telephone directory and places it beside his luggage. He will dispose of these items on the way to the jobsite. Still wearing rubber gloves, he loads his luggage and equipment into the car, locking it in the trunk, and heads for the mark’s neighborhood. He will not be returning to the motel again.

  At the shopping center one block from where the mark lives, he parks his car in the crowded theatre parking lot and gets out continuing on foot.

  No one is out and about as he walks into the apartment complex parking lot. Protected by the cedar privacy fence, he peeks through a crack in the drapes and sees the mark puffing on a cigar while he watches TV from a recliner chair. The volume is so loud that he can hear the program plainly from his position outside.

  He goes to the front door where he quickly and efficiently picks the lock. The mark is startled by the intrusion of his entry but is unable to respond quickly enough. He is helpless against the professional.

  The muffled sound of three shots fired in rapid succession goes undetected by the neighborhood.

  The professional has neatly carried out his assignment. Quickly but carefully, he checks the body to make sure there is no pulse and drags the body to a place in the apartment where it will not be easily detected. At the scene of the shooting, he drops a newspaper over the blood that has seeped into the carpet. He pockets the three empty cartridges that were ejected from his gun. Then, after a quick check of the apartment to make sure he leaves behind no incriminating evidence, he exits, locking the front door behind him.

  Resisting the urge to run, he strolls nonchalantly back to the theater parking lot and his waiting car. Safe inside, he immediately runs a rat-tail file down the barrel of the gun to change the ballistics markings. Then he changes back into his hippie clothing and disguise, unobserved while the other car owners are inside viewing the movie.

  He checks the work clothes carefully for bloodstains. Finding none, he drops them into the charity collection box at the shopping center entrance, keeping the shoes he wore for disposal later.