Stringer
A Screenplay Treatment
Written by Mike Colonna
BestBeachBuys@GMail.com, SizzleFlix Productions
714-747-5670 Copyright SWG
“This was pure undulated Bullshit!” Getting caught smuggling cocaine in the tires of Formula One cars. This turned out to be biggest mistake in my life. I stumbled into the dark side cost me dearly. But that wasn’t the beginning. I was a decorated soldier in the First Gulf war. My three man unit hid under the Iraq Desert sending satellite intelligence to Coalition Headquarters in Florida. The last days of the first Gulf War my unit caught the Iraqi Army sneaking out of Kuwait. The “shooting gallery” was later called the “Highway of Death,” massacre.”
“After the war I continued my passion of Formula 1. My “Arrows” team was a bottomless money pit.”
“I took on odd covert assignments to pay for my racing habit. I was contracted by MI-5, the CIA and the Israeli Government. My favorite assignment was picking off terrorists in the South African jungle on weekends. A short chopper ride to a jungle hilltop near Johannesburg with sniper gear prepared our team for a weekend of killing bad guys for love and mostly money. Recovering weapons, ID’s, clothing we earned thousands. I transported “human garbage” for the CIA back to classified locations. Other covert assignments took us to Marseille Harbor, France. The target was a barge loaded with high grade plutonium headed to Iran.”
An uneventful brunch with my girlfriend at Café De Paris in Monaco turned into a high speed chase with thieves making a fast getaway after a jewel heist at the Hotel Di Paris. The chase began. An encounter in Bolivia with my drug supplier almost cost my life. With the help of my Iraq war buddies I escaped.
I became a celebrity of sorts, supplying drugs to my London pals, until Scotland Yard made me a target. Eluding investigators in a memorable high speed car chase through the streets of London, with a bobbie hanging onto the bonnet of my car. No one was hurt. After 2 years of dodging international authorities I landed in New York City on an El Al flight. A favor well taken..
While hiding with old friends, the Secret Service was sweeping the area. The US President would eventually travel down this street for a meeting at the UN. A knock on the door and I was gone, jumping out the window and moving across rooftops, I “borrowed” a car. After a brief down wrong way streets, chase, I traveled on foot, a Mafia funeral was passing, I hopped into the front seat of the lead black limo with the grieving family, too much drama I left.
The Queens Extradition Papers were waiting at the New York Federal Building. Arriving at the Federal Building, all hell broke lose. An explosion, a subsequent assassination attempt and I was gone, for now.
A Screenplay Treatment
Written by Mike Colonna
BestBeachBuys@GMail.com, SizzleFlix Productions
714-747-5670 Copyright SWG
“I took on odd covert assignments to pay for my racing habit. I was contracted by MI-5, the CIA and the Israeli Government. My favorite assignment was picking off terrorists in the South African jungle on weekends. A short chopper ride to a jungle hilltop near Johannesburg with sniper gear prepared our team for a weekend of killing bad guys for love and mostly money. Recovering weapons, ID’s, clothing we earned thousands. I transported “human garbage” for the CIA back to classified locations. Other covert assignments took us to Marseille Harbor, France. The target was a barge loaded with high grade plutonium headed to Iran.”
An uneventful brunch with my girlfriend at Café De Paris in Monaco turned into a high speed chase with thieves making a fast getaway after a jewel heist at the Hotel Di Paris. The chase began. An encounter in Bolivia with my drug supplier almost cost my life. With the help of my Iraq war buddies I escaped.
I became a celebrity of sorts, supplying drugs to my London pals, until Scotland Yard made me a target. Eluding investigators in a memorable high speed car chase through the streets of London, with a bobbie hanging onto the bonnet of my car. No one was hurt. After 2 years of dodging international authorities I landed in New York City on an El Al flight. A favor well taken..
The Queens Extradition Papers were waiting at the New York Federal Building. Arriving at the Federal Building, all hell broke lose. An explosion, a subsequent assassination attempt and I was gone, for now.
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