The Home Office Execution Order
The UK Home Office gives execution orders to foreign governments and law enforcement agencies.
This is done Illegally through Interpol and the UK Home office.
Having being targeted for many months by the UK Freemasonry network i decided to leave the UK. After many failed attempts to kill me, (many of which you will be aware of if you are familiar with this blog)I had the pleasure of the attention of the Costa Rican Police.
They had been given the slander which originally began by UK police and criminals trying to set me up as a deranged attacker.
"While sitting in the Police Station in Golfito, Costa Rica on Saturday 6th February 2010 I saw an Interpol report come out of the fax machine, one after another after another, numerous fictitious reports of attacks. Non ever reported on radio or TV. No investigations ever carried out and possibly, no victims, at least no real ones.
The last page was an execution order for the termination of a dangerous international criminal (ME?)
The junior officers were excited but the senior officer said this can't be right and called the UK Home Office.
The Police in Costa Rica Asked is this right, you want us to kill the prisoner, there was just silence on the radio. This is a key tactic of the UK security services to order death without being tied to actually saying it.
The UK voice on the radio went on to say "Well done, we have even had the SAS on this", you'll get the 1m USD when it is done.
A contract came out of the fax stating that my body was to be returned unmutilated and that the payment of $1M was to be paid within 3 hours of the execution."
So there you have it, there may well be no death penalty in the UK but the UK Government and Interpol actively use a death sentence order without evidence, trial, defence or even legitimate arrest.
UK Citizens beware of leaving the UK and being exposed to UK Death sentence at the bequest of criminal masonic gangs.
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British MI-5 Assassination Team Pursue Me Across Oceans
After suspecting my wife of infidelity back in june 2009, i placed audio surveillance equipment in my house. What I discovered shocked me and led to the most intensive targeting by Freemaons and their criminal networks; My wife was having group sex as a prostitute within four minutes of the kids and i leaving the house. This was run by a gang operated by Staffordshire police and UK Security services.
Their activity includes association and control of UK drugs networks, prostitution for the purposes of serving their Freemason brothers In bizarre sexual rituals and through proxy, child trafficking rings.
I decided to leave the UK and attempt to find a safe haven in South America.
On the flight, I didn't get any of the harassment I have become acustom to. In Bogota, I caught my connecting flight to Quito, the capital of Ecuador, catching a taxi to one of the hotels in the City.
On the Monday morning i decided to sit out on the hotel's pavement cafe for breakfast giving me the opportunity to have a discreet scout around. Their objective is normally three fold, 1) identify what i am wearing, 2) do not lose sight of me 3) Keep track of anything i buy I.E. mobile phone sim cards and the like.
I noticed a white English looking guy, about 6 ft 4, fit build in the middle of the city in shorts and an athletic vest talking to a slightly Spanish looking person who was perfectly dressed and both of them were glancing over to me to the point that it was too much to be a passing glance. The tall guy who looked like forces said to the latino chap, "He's made us" and they very quickly walked off out of sight.
They had obviously tracked me here through passport movements. I hadn't used my mobile phone, told anyone where i was heading and booked the flights online 24 hrs before.
Because of how intense the targeting is and my will to stay alive i have read some good books on counter surveillance techniques used by Secret Service agents. Using anti surveillance techniques, i negotiated the city identifying numerous stalkers.
i was being tracked by multiple stationary lookouts communicating through mobile phone. I continued to a bus terminal and asked in very poor Spanish where i could catch the bus to Cuenca, took five minutes or so, when i turned around out of the bus terminal heading back to the hotel, the Latino guy smartly dresses who i made while eating breakfast almost bumped in to me. I was now scared, the last time the targeting was so intense and i was on foot they came very close to killing me.
There was a tough decision to make. Even the waitresses were saying "Monstero", the slander used in the UK. they were also saying "ellos lo conseguirán mañana", they will get him tomorrow. I was now very scared and should have know to keep away from capital cities where Masonic Secret Service operatives are based in Embassys. After chatting up the waitresses the best i could, (Again, the counter surveillance reading suggests people will find it more difficult to do harm to you if they like you). The decision was to leave that day.
The bus terminal in Quito puts some airports to shame, the journey to Cuenca is a ten hour trip and it was now 5.30pm, I didn't get muich attention in while purchasing the ticket, i did however start to get some very strange looks from some members of the public, i have seen it all before, the slander to anyone and everyone to get all and sundry on board.
On the bus journey, again these Spanish speaking people who i am sure believed they were doing good were taking about when to do it, set me up that is.
Two youngish women with a child were talking about the reward to set me up being like winning the lottery, they kept looking at me waiting to see if they guy next to me was asleep and saying "conseguiremos el dinero mañana".
Every thing was Manana, they couldn't allege an attack and call the police at that time because there was a bus full of witnesses but later it would be difficult to track them all back down and easy to bride the few who could be traced. Upon arriving, after going around 4 blocks, the guard on duty agreed to give me a room, When i got in to the room i immidiatly felt exposed, one window 40ft drop, no view of the street. Who knew i was there though. As i turned out, the hotel location and room had probably already been identified as a good loction to take me out.
After some much needed sleep i spent the morning in the hotel, trying to establish if i had been tracked there. Didn't look like it. i needed a new sim card and a few bits from town but didn't want to put my self at risk so i hired a driver/guide for the afternoon, it quickly became apparent that the whole town was aware of the deal to provide info on me or falsely allege an attack.
I got back to the Hotel around 7pm, in my room about 10.00, I was perplexed to hear what i was sure was a familiar english male voice, this was on the origional audio recording, i knew who he was and yes, to my amazement he was here? no too long after i heard another british accent, a northerner from newcastle. This guy sounded like he meant business and knew what he was doing. (I have experienced attention from these people before)
To avoid a room burst and assasination or a staged attack to set me up, i set my web cam to record everything and set my audio recorder to record too. To my astonishment, the guy with the northern accent said "if he tries to video me again i'll put the bullet in him myself". As far as i am aware, only one type of UK forces are that camera shy. To my absolute astonishment, the individual driving this campaign, my ex wife appeared on the scene.
Over the next 7 hours their activity was intense, trying to work out if they would be able to get in my room and shoot me (i had barricaded the door). The internet connection had been tampered with so i couldn't get online, i was trying to put the web cam on the net.
By around 6.00am they were talking about "well, he'll have to come out for food and water sooner or later, we'll get him then" I could hear them in and out of the adjoining rooms, trying to decide if they could get through the baracade and kill me without too much commotion. some how they seemed to be aware of what i was doing in the room. it must have been camera-ed up.
The next thing i heard was the hotel owner returning and saying have you don't it? they obviously said no, he replied "well you have until Thursday"
On previous attempts they had staked me out all night but left at day break, this was different. I had endured the night and they were willing to wait days and could still burst in at any time and my life would be over.
Over the night i had endured conversations about "have we got enough bullets", i had barricaded the door and wired the lamp to the door handle, put aftershave in a cup with deoderant to through and light and set cameras up. The northern british forces guy said, i could watch this fellow all night, he should be working for us" After watching me take as many precautions as possible he went on to say, it's too risky, a target of this level needs a team of 4. I guess he meant four of his special forces mates, not the thugs he has as assistance. He was talking about; "it needs to be clean, we can't be sure. it could turn in to a mess" Not long after this i never heard him again.
These people like to plan their operations down to the last detail and ensure they cannot be traced. From my precautions they could not now predict the outcome. By 7.30 i decided to call the police and try to convince them in my poor Spanish that I was being held in my room and if I left I would be killed, must have taken an hour, first visit was turned away by the assailants saying there was nothing wrong. I could hear them saying "do you think they'll com back", doors were banging in various rooms they were clearly trying to hide. After persisting for over an hour three police officers turned up.
I reluctantly opened the door to the police, not knowing if they were real or not. The police could only speak spanish and couldn't really understand my poor attempts to communicate with them leaving the owner to give his rather untrue version of events. I challenged him to let the police see all of the rooms and he refused. He even had the ordacity to say there is a British Army captin staying in that room. Pointing to the room adjacent to mine. Suggesting that nothing could happen with him there. I was later to discover that this person was SAS.
After the hotel owner refused to let the police look in the rooms to find these people I left hurridly for the airport, purchased tickets and set my lap top up, sat there on it for 4 hours while alot of people around the airport were waiting for me to relax for just a couple of minutes so they could stage a crime.
Fleeing this situation i managed to board the flight and make it all of the way to Pamana but, still no let up, indeed, I had my hotel staked out again, team of four this time. Luck to get out with my life after hiring a dark windowed minibus.
From Panama I continued north to Costa Rica, What a mistake this was to be. At the first hotel I came to I was targeted by a guy with a hand gun. I made an excuse and left. At my next hotel I was targeted by a sniper with a longrange scope, I called police who excorted me to the aiport but then decided to take me away withou arrest before i could board the flight.
At the police station they recieved an EXECUTION ORDER from interpol and the British home office. The police cheif was suprised and called the home office, the voice said well done, we have had the SAS on this. Then the cheif said "you really want us to kill him", there was no answer at all on the radio. Then the British voice said do you have the account details for the 1M USD. I saw faxed confirmation of an execution order and the 1M boounty.
The plan they had made was to let me go, say i had escaped and shoot me. This did not work because i had rumbled them and returned to the police station. Eventually after being subjected to an order for a terminal operation and targeted over and over again. I managed to leave Costa Rica with my life.
By now U.S. Army special forces had joined the party and a team of US Commando's were at San Jose airport Costa Rica, planning to take me out. The video below shows two of the team relaying my position for the hit.
I am now in Mexico City Air Porto Hotel and a British team has just turned up to slander me to hotel staff and plan my execution.
Please Email Amnesty International and ask them to intervene in Andy's situation. I cannot stress the importance of this. Andy has been a very brave individual who had the misfortune of seeing some things that made him a target. I will explore this more in my next article. (Proceeds from the ads on this page will go towards helping Andy.)
