It starts in 1939, behind the lines in France. John’s a big, long haired, nineteen year old native
sniper. He’s been at it six months, longer than any other living sniper. He comes and goes like a
ghost in the night. Captain McPherson calls him, the FBI. John shares a tent on his off days with
Hy Fein, the dumb American Jewish kid, who enlisted in Canada to fight those killing his people.
The Captain relegated Hy to peeling potatoes and cleaning latrines. Do Jews fight?
One day John took Hy on a long walk. They kept walking. The deserters found a secret
monastery. Met black hooded vaporous monks and an attractive young woman. They offered a
ride out in a plane.
Colonel Frank Edgar asked John to fly it out. John did. He’d never flown before. John felt
where others thought. He grew up trapping in the remote boreal forest. He could read at two. He
taught himself. Hy had made hundreds of millions before he hit twenty-one and went north to
fight. The vaporous monks had been watching. This wasn’t an accident waiting to happen.
The monks needed masses of funds. They needed a man who could go anywhere anyhow
anytime doing dark deeds. And my my my, his buddy had the funds.
It’s match made in heaven. The woman’s Rae. Her twin’s Emma. They marry the boys. They
take a sub to New York. Fortunes are made. John and Emma form FBI ARMS. Hy and Rae
create fortune after fortune.
Change begins. It can’t be bought. The women are Change’s force. Rae’s husband John
helps. Emma’s husband Hy feeds their needs.
It’s a journey through boardrooms, forests, hunting, killing, helping, caring. You’ll meet Popes,
Presidents and Prime Ministers. Priest’s, Rabbi’s and Sheiks. Arms Dealers. Oil magnets. And
the Swiss Guards too.
You want the inside dope? Take a puff. Suck it deep. Have a read.
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