Having a coach run back to the goal line to watch my start, and after I ran I would have to turn around and do it again because it just didn't make any sense. The point is I already had speed, and with the conditioning in my mind I became so unbelievably fast it was supposedly not possible. They chased me in the car several times and the one time Mr. Green was in the car and after we had stopped and everyone got out I remember them talking, and the gist of the conversations were "do you f*cking believe that?" and I remember Mr. Green personally saying "that's f*cking unbelievable!" Which gave me great satisfaction. Again, playing the game, I had won again.
The assassin rifle-
It was day time and they bring me to this huge long field and
tell me that we are going to be having "rifle practice." I was deadly, the
M-16 up to 400+ yards, and my pistol 100+ yards. The rule of thumb they gave
me was anything over 100 yards I was to shoot with the rifle and aim for the
chest, 100 yards and under I could use the pistol and aim for the head. For
some reason I preferred going for the head with the pistol. These two numbers
seem to stick in my head as far as distances. Anyway, they always seemed
disappointed with my rifle shooting for some reason.
When we get to the field, they open the trunk of the car and there are 5 or 6 of these "cases" and as I stood there and watched they open these "cases" and inside are these huge rifles, and everyone starts assembling them except me, I just stood there. I knew what those things were used for. Assassinations was the only answer. Somewhere inside me I said "there gonna want me to kill someone" and I knew that if I shot well what other answer could there be, and thinking to myself "I want no part of this you f*cking son's of bitches". AT THAT MOMENT IS WHEN THIS ALL WAS NO LONGER A GAME TO ME, I FINALLY REALIZED WHAT THEIR INTENTIONS WERE. I became filled with panic and wanted to run away but I could not move. I wanted to scream but could not. The lab coat guy who instructed me initially in my weapons lesson, starts to explain to me about these high powered rifles. After about a half an hour they have me choose one and have a target setup about 1200 yards away. I think they did some "prep" work using the helmet of knowledge because as soon as I saw it I knew what it was and how to use it, the half an hour was basically just a review. After all the prep work I began shooting. I would shoulder the rifle, line up the cross hairs and fire the weapon. When I shot the weapon I began missing, and by missing I mean missing the target all together. Mr. Green gets in my face and starts screaming to do better, I cannot do any better, and he gets in my face again. I tried to explain to him why I couldn't shoot the assassin rifle. I explained to him that when I shot the pistol or a "regular rifle" that I didn't aim with the gun, yes I would shoulder the weapon but I aimed with my mind not with the gun sight. I had to see the target with my own eyes and then I shot automatically with out thinking. With the assassin rifle the key to it was this huge scope, and when I looked through it, it was somehow different, and I said that I was sorry but I just couldn't do it! To this day I have never seen a grown man throw such a temper tantrum, he was absolutely livid, and freaking out with rage. And he gets in my face and begins to scream at me again. "I'm sorry I just can't do it!" I answer. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T IS NOT IN YOUR VOCABULARY!" he screams. I just stepped back "I'm sorry I just can't do it, that's not how it works" and I proceed to go back into how I aim with my mind not with the gun and he cuts me off "F*CK! now what are we going to do?" and the four or five men gather off to my right. The thing is as I stood there and I could not move and I could not speak without their specific instruction. But I was thinking to my self "I was right! I was right about the gun" and I wouldn't say it was fear that came over me, but it was more like panic. "I was right! I was right about the gun" and when they came back over to me the man with the white hair makes me look him in the eyes and he asks me "are you sure you can't shoot the rifle". I knew that if properly induced I could have come up with something by using the helmet of knowledge, but somehow and from somewhere inside me I found the strength to hold my tongue and I answered "YES, I AM SURE"! He accepted the answer and went back to the group. I felt a surge of power as I had fought back somehow and won. We pack up and get back in the car and start driving. That's all I remember about the assassin rifles.
Another place-
After the assign rifle didn't
go as they had planned, I don't think they quite knew what to do with me. I
remember getting on an F-16 jet at the Rochester airport. I remember this
because I am not one for amusement parks (the spin rides make me sick to
my stomach). When I got on the F-16 the pilot checks to see if they have
strapped me in and he tells me to "Hold on to your butt" and we get immediate
clearance to take off. He hits the throttle. Let me tell you if you know the
feeling of acceleration you get when a 747 takes off. Imagine that feeling
10 times more powerful, easily. It was like being strapped to a run away jet
rocket. My stomach never caught up to me as I had left it back on the run
way. The pilot is yelling "YAH HOO" and starts to do some "S" turns. That's
when I lost it. I threw up all over my self and the whole inside of the
plane. I have never seen someone so pissed off as the pilot was at me for
throwing up in the plane.
We land some hours later on an air base some where. The terrain is South Western (desert with some hills and mountains, and some cactuses growing on the ground). The next thing I remember is being introduced to a group of men. It was some kind of covert team, about twelve men they had on black t-shits and camouflage pants. They had set up the exact same course that I had run back when they had killed the girl. As of yet no one had been able to come close to completing it. The man with the white hair tells me to take off my shirt and to start doing push ups. Then to start on the course. I cannot make it up the 90 degree vertical climb (the first part). The man with the white hair goes and gets a gun and threatens to shoot me. That is when the "rush" kicks in. And I scurry up the obstacle and run through the course. I even do the jump without any assistance ropes. And land on the thick mats they had set up. The key to my abilities was not the hypnosis, it was when I felt my life was in danger then my adrenaline would "kick in". I would then get the "rush" and the "tunnel vision". This when in combination with the army training and the hypnosis is what made it the deadly combination.
They trained me in all the different "Hand to Hand" killing techniques, schooled me in everything and I knew it all the first time "like the back of my hand." They tried to work me into the "team" as one of the members. I remember training for a specific mission. My role was to get up this 90 degree obstacle to the fourth floor balcony and secure a rope for the rest of the team to then climb up. I remember practicing it over and over again. But when it came time to run the mission the army had built the obstacle out of 6" logs, when we got to the building it was made of smooth black marble. This gave me some trouble but I got up it eventually. Once every one was up the rope then we went inside. I don't remember what we were after but I do remember shooting a guard when I wasn't supposed to. I saw him coming closer and I shot him. I guess I endangered the mission and the rest of the team. I COULD NOT THINK, I COULD ONLY DO.
After that I remember several more times getting into the F-16 and getting out, but no trip in the middle only getting in and getting out. I think they put me to sleep or something after I had thrown up the first time. I remember it being night, cold and snowing in Rochester and waking up on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean where it's warm and sunny. Then I believe they would sent me off on the mission and then have me back before the weekend was over. In actuality they could have done this at any time because there is no attendance policy at the University of Rochester (at least the classes I was taking at the time) and no one would have missed me if I had "disappeared" for a few days. It is actually quite clever because they could have flown me, theoretically, almost anywhere in the world in 12 hours by F-16, I wake up feeling "totally refreshed" like I had slept for days, I go off for four hours and do my killing, and then they put me back on a plane back to Rochester and have me back in 30 hours.
After I had "screwed up" the first mission, from then on they sent me in alone. I remember spending countless hours in the "helmet of knowledge" going over and over the mission. They put every detail into my head.
I REMEMBER them telling me that I was to go and kill this man. And I would not do it. I said "what has this man done to me personally, Nothing! I will not kill him!" They would come back and say that this man "kills women and children, that he tortures young girls to death and then rapes them, he murders babies and he butchers grandmothers for fun! You must kill this man to save the people that he is killing! He is evil, and must be stopped and only you can save the people of his country from him." That was the only way they could get me to kill, was to tell me that this man was a butcher and how he did awful things to the people around him. After they told me that, I had no choice, it was like they made me feel like it was my duty and the whole world was depending on me to do it.
I remember completing several assassination missions. I don't know who they were, how I got there, where I was or why specifically I was doing it. I remember shooting several people in the head several times, stopping to reload and shooting him some more. They had told me to "terminate with extreme hostility" and I did. The thing is I COULD NOT THINK I COULD ONLY DO, so all the planning and all preparation work would go out the window if something went wrong, if something didn't go exactly according to plan then "all hell would break loose". For example if there were four guards at a certain point and there were only supposed to be two. Or if an area was supposed to be dark and it was light. Some how I would "snap" and just start shooting everyone. Everyone became the enemy and I had no way of distinguishing between who was foe and who was friendly. I remember one time when my helicopter came to get me, they had a spot light on me and I started shooting at them. I think I killed several of my own people.
They tried to fix this by giving me a helmet camera and an ear piece but still I freaked out at some point on all my missions. I specifically remember asking them "How many missions do I have to run before you will let me go?" The man with the white hair told me "10 missions Rhino, after you run 10 missions you then become retired and we will let you go."
I can only remember going on 4 missions specifically. One of which as we were flying away in the helicopter after they had picked me up, one of the men who had volunteered to be the gun man on the helicopter was shot and killed from the ground. He was the man I had pushed out of the tank of water back in the lab, and the only one who had been "Nice" to me at all. These "assassinations" were all done (I think) between the years 1988 and 1992. The FBI is looking currently for me but the Illuminati have deprogrammed me, "erased my memory" if you will. As I slowly regain the scraps of my memories more and more of the pieces fall onto place. However, as the story unfolds I will add most of the reverent details at the end as not to complicate the two parallel time lines.
I clearly remember the complexes, the types of uniform the men were wearing (some wore business suits, some had turbans on their heads, others had these funny hats on), and of course I remember shooting many of the guards and several of the "target" men in the head several times and stopping only when they had no head left to shoot. Then I would just get the "hell out of there" shooting everything in sight that moved. The problem was I didn't know when to stop, who was "friendly" and who was not, because I had my "tunnel vision" on. I was just running, running for my life. I could not think I could only do!
May 1989-
All during, and especially at the end of my freshmen year
I remember Brian giving me a lot of grief about what I was going to do with
my semester breaks. He would ask me where I was going and what I would be
doing (thanksgiving break, Christmas and Easter breaks as well). When it
came time for school to end he kept after me to stay up in Rochester. He
told me that him and some of his friends were getting a house and I could
stay "rent free". "Don't go home" he would say. "This is your new home"
he said. I told him I was going home to New Jersey and no thank you. The
thing is a always remember my mom's friend "Astrid" always being at our
house at some point when I came home from college. She would always ask
me "So how do you feel" and I would always tell her "fine".
I worked 12 hour days that summer painting houses, and I was living with my mother in Ramsey New Jersey. But still I worked out as best as I could.
September 1989-
(Sophomore year)
I am living in the Fraternity house as my place of residence
for my sophomore year. I had broken up with my long time girlfriend of 7
years during the summer. About six weeks into sophomore year I meet "Carrie
Savage". She is a junior at Rochester. She is in the top 5% of her class
and is a Biology and German major. She is a pre med. student. She is half
Polish and half German. She is also a German tutor, and teaches German on
the side for extra money. She had spent a year overseas in high school in
Germany and her mother had sponsored a German student (who was Carrie's
boyfriend when she was over there) for a year in their house.
She comes up to me at a party, and we start to talk, I ask her out to dinner. As it turns out she has a very mean streak in her and when she drank she became very nasty (her father was as alcoholic so when she drank she became a very mean drunk).
During this year I remember several trips to the airport and there was a F-16 waiting for me. I remember getting out of the F-16 one time and it was just about time for one of the semester breaks because the Rochester airport is very small and only has a few gates. As I walked off the tarmac into the gate, some girls who knew me were yelling to get my attention and I walked right by them with two men on either side of me in long overcoats. Not even acknowledging their presence.
I don't remember very many more "Lab" episodes during this time, that doesn't mean that they didn't occur. I just don't remember them, but I do remember going to the airport a lot. And getting in an F-16 jet and getting out somewhere else. Whether it be the "Other" facility in the South West, or on an aircraft carrier I remember getting out in these two different places. I also remember some friends asking me "where the hell have I been the last few days". This question came up a lot that year.
I remember my friends Nick and Bob were telling me "Andy, who is fucking with your mind. Andy, are you all right, tell us who is messing with you? ARE YOU OK?" Then I remember walking into my fraternity house, and as soon as you walk in there is a big room right to the right (called the Wilson room) and the whole fraternity is facing me and the man with the white hair has a little shiny ball in a string and is swinging it back and forth right in front of them and they all have a blank look on their faces. I stop in the hall way the man with the white hair tells me to just go up to my room, and I do. After that everyone seems normal and no one said a word about it.
I remember asking Nick and Bob if they remember the conversations we had had about me and they didn't remember a thing about it.
December 1989-
I go home to New Jersey during the Christmas break. I
needed to earn some money so I am looking through the local paper and there
is an add for a parking Valet paying $10.00 - $12.00 an hour. Down at the Ho-Ho-Kus Inn.
(a 5 star restaurant owned by a group of local Doctors). The
ad said to send of fax resume to Dr. Purizzo and it gave a phone and fax
number. It immediately had caught my eye (the money) and then I saw Dr. Purrizzo's [i.e. Joseph P. Pizzurro's?] name and I thought that I could get the job. I NEVER ONCE
thought about the steroid trial. It never even entered my mind.