Stringer Treatment

                                                             




                            Written by Mike Colonna
                               Based on True Events                                
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“It was pure, unadulterated bullshit!”
Getting caught, smuggling cocaine in the tires of Formula One cars. Nick Stringer, ex SAS  covert operator stumbles onto the dark side. Stringer was a decorated soldier in the Operation Desert Storm.  He and two other coalition special operatives hid under the Saudi Desert, sending satellite images to Florida Command Central. The three Desert Storm “rats” caught the Iraqi Army in full retreat sneaking out of Kuwait.  Air and land forces finished them off.
The shooting gallery was called the "Highway of Death."

After the war, Stringer continued his passion for formula  one racing. He owned and raced for the Arrows Team.
He was a hero after he pulled his pal, Ricardo Baltoni, out of his burning race car during the  Long Beach Grand Prix.
Arrows Racing was a bottomless money pit. Stringer financed his racing habit selling drugs from Bolivia to the “beautiful” people of London, that was transported in the tires of his Formula One cars.

Smuggling cocaine was not enough to keep his Arrow's team afloat. He moonlighted as a high paid mercenary. His clientele included MI-5, the CIA, and the Mossad. Assignments included killing insurgents in the South African jungle, escorting Gitmo detainees to “Black Site” countries, breaking up a suicide bomb factory New York City, and blowing up a barge with nuclear material aboard, in Marseilles Harbor, that was headed to Iran.

Scotland Yard had Stringer in their cross hairs. After months of surveillance, they charged him with selling and distributing drugs to London's elite. He escaped in a  botched sting. He led Customs Agents on a high speed car chase. A agent winds up on the hood of his getaway car hanging on for dear life. He escaped to parts unknown.

Two years on the lam, Stringer was still a hunted man.  He owed millions; they wanted him dead.  Scotland Yard Customs and Interpol wanted him in prison.

Satellites were beaming back his phone conversations. His whereabouts could not be pinned down. The end was near, so we thought, but Stringer made it out alive after being cornered by U.S. and British authorities in New York.  Like Houdini, he disappeared to live another day.