William E. Clark, mercenary

I’ll promise you two things with respect to this article: 1) you won’t be able to stop reading it once you start; and 2) it won’t end the way you expect.

He had told me about everything. He had told me about Africa, about Afghanistan and Iraq. He’d also told me about the Philippines, about Indonesia, about Somalia, about Yemen, about Angola, about Nigeria, about Guatemala, about Haiti and El Salvador and Honduras. He had continued raising the stakes on his secrets until they all bled together. Indeed, he really had only one secret, because over the last twenty years he’d had only one job. He did not really work for Blackwater, and he did not really serve in the French Foreign Legion, and he wasn’t a missionary for World Vision, and he wasn’t a diplomatic observer for the State Department. Those jobs were just covers for his real job, which was something he called direct sanction. No matter where he was, he worked for his handler, and his handler paid him to kill people. He was, in his words, a national-security asset, one of the best in the world at what I do — a one-man death squad.