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UNITED STATES of AMERICA ­ Department of Defense

Transcript of Psychological Evaluation Interview conducted by

Captain Kenneth D. Rich PhD. ­ Deceptive Warfare Specialist

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TOP SECRET

Subject: Simon Ochoa

Place of Birth: Bogotá, Colombia

Estimated Age: 30

Psyche-Out: --the tape running? Okay. Now, Mr. Ochoa, we’ve conducted background checks of our own, and we’ve already gathered a good amount of intelligence about you. But we’d like to hear you briefly in your own words.

Ochoa: With pleasure, sir. Where should I start?

Psyche-Out: At the beginning, please. Your circumstances before you ever joined Cobra.

Ochoa: My circumstances were not enviable, sir. As your background check no doubt tells you, I am from Colombia. More specifically, Bogotá. More specifically, el Calle Cartouche. “Bullet Street.” The most dangerous place on the planet.

Psyche-Out: Please elaborate.

Ochoa: The place is piled with garbage and human filth. Vicious junkies attack strangers in broad daylight. But worst were “the cleaners” -- los limpiadores -- death squads who roam at random and kill at whim. You can’t walk outside without expecting to get shot in the back. All this only six blocks from the Presidential Palace.

Psyche-Out: Did you yourself ever develop a drug habit?

Ochoa: Survival was my addiction. Calle Cartouche molds different men into different things. Some it breaks down and drives crazy. But it made me strong. It hardened me into a fighter.

Psyche-Out: No doubt. But how did it shape the way you look at the world?

Ochoa: That’s a difficult question, Sir. In the time since then, I sometimes think back -- to try to get perspective. Impossible. I could tell you about the poverty -- about the police and the death squads -- about swarms of desperate junkies -- about the utter senselessness of every passing day. But you could never understand. You could never understand because I could never understand. I used to wonder why God allowed such a place to exist. And why he allowed me to exist within it. Now I realize that “why” is a useless question.

Psyche-Out: Mr. Ochoa, it’s my job to ask why. Not of God, but of you. Why and how did you come to join Cobra?

Ochoa: Six heavily armed-men with a suitcase of money. They came out recruiting. Word spread fast. Many volunteered -- few made it through training.

Psyche-Out: Too rough?

Ochoa: Too much of a commitment for the petty thugs who were only in it for the money.

Psyche-Out: And were you in it for something other than the money?

Ochoa: It was mostly the money. But there was also the security. Belonging to something.

Psyche-Out: Like joining a big gang.

Ochoa: You could say. They took me off the street -- gave me an automatic weapon and body armor -- and started training me as an Alley Viper. It was hard, but I saw the effort they put into training me as a sign that I was valuable. And I seized the opportunity to prove my value beyond a doubt. I astonished them with my skill, my endurance, my ferocity.

Psyche-Out: You seem pretty full of yourself.

Ochoa: I do not exaggerate my abilities. I am justifiably proud. My ancestors were Chibcan warriors.

Psyche-Out: And Cobra made you a squad leader.

Ochoa: Your intelligence is on the mark. They made me squad leader. Many of the Cobra commanders did not speak the language, so I had to learn English.

Psyche-Out: You speak it remarkably well.

Ochoa: They gave me tapes to learn from. After that, many, many hours of American TV and movies. There wasn’t much else to do at the Cobra compound. You no doubt want to question me about my squad’s activities during this time.

Psyche-Out: Very much so. In fact, that’s a whole separate interview. You’ll need to tell us everything. But right now, before we go any further, there’s something I’m curious about. Your last name. Ochoa is the name of the Colombian family running one of the largest cocaine cartels in the world.

Ochoa: That is true. Pure coincidence. If only I could be so wealthyÉ

Psyche-Out: Right answer, but entirely wrong attitude.

Ochoa: Then perhaps you’ll be pleased to know that I personally put bullets in the brains of sixteen men involved in the drug trade.

Psyche-Out: Part of Cobra’s unsuccessful attempts to command the flow South America’s narcotics.

Ochoa: If the attempts were unsuccessful, it wasn’t through any fault of mine. I can assure you that every mission I ever carried out was an absolute, ruthless success.

Psyche-Out: And apart from unlucky drug barons, who else might have found themselves staring down your gun barrel?

Ochoa: I only ever killed thugs.

Psyche-Out: Maybe our intelligence says otherwise.

Ochoa: Really? Please, tell me what it says.

Psyche-Out: I can’t do that. Classified.

Ochoa: I’m not allowed to know what you’re accusing me of?

Psyche-Out: That’s right.

Ochoa: Can I really trust you? Because either your intelligence is very messed up, or you’re lying straight to me, hoping I’ll confess to something you never knew about. A weak trick. Would you lie to me in that way?

Psyche-Out: Mr. Ochoa, we want to know if we can trust you. We don’t play games. But we do need to know if potential recruits have a past history of slaughtering children. We only want the truth.

Ochoa: The truth, Mr. Rich, is that there have been times in my life where I would have remorselessly killed innocents -- as long as I got paid. I would have done any awful thing for money. But it happens that I never was offered money for any such thing.

Psyche-Out: How very convenient for you right now.

Ochoa: Like me, you are a soldier, no? The prospect of killing does not upset me. I find it strange that it should upset you so.

Psyche-Out: I’m not a soldier like you. You’re just a mercenary. A mercenary who needs to prove that he can be taught loyalty. And good judgment. And restraint, which is more valuable than you can know.

Ochoa: Listen, Mr. Rich

Psyche-Out: That’s Dr. Rich.

Ochoa: Listen, Dr. Rich, you don’t order me to shoot no kids, I won’t shoot no kids. Simple as that.

Psyche-Out: Since you seem to have enjoyed your missions, what was it that made you leave Cobra?

Ochoa: I think they may have been trying to kill me.

Psyche-Out: An interesting statement, and another area that will be followed up in-depth in a subsequent interview. Cobra does not take good care of its own.

Ochoa: So I discovered. But now I must ask you: how do the Renegades take care of their own?

Psyche-Out: Assuming we hire you, and assuming you obey your orders, I can promise that we will never purposely attempt to kill you.

Ochoa: Given what I’ve just told you about my past experiences, you can appreciate that I intend to be careful in choosing my next employer. This is a two-way process, in other words, and you’re not the only one doing the evaluating.

Psyche-Out: You should choose your words carefully, Mr. Ochoa.

Ochoa: And I am telling you the exact same thing, Mr. Rich.

Psyche-Out: Let’s just get on with this.

Ochoa: Very well, Sergeant. So I left Cobra. I knocked off one of my superiors and took all the cash he had. Then I escaped into the jungle. I had to leave my body armor behind, but I found that I felt freer without it. I made it to Boyaca Valley, where the emerald mine is, and made arrangements with some locals for a ride north, into Panama. And I kept on going from there. I wanted to get away from everyone I ever knew -- to start a new life in a new country. My first choice would have been Spain, but I had done a little research and wasn’t too optimistic about making it in.

Psyche-Out: No problem getting into the US?

Ochoa: Of course not, and why should there be? You and I both know that this country’s economy depends on cheap labor from unofficial residents.

Psyche-Out: The term is illegal alien. And I’m not interested in that debate.

Ochoa: And I’m not interested in performing cheap labor. You will pay me well, because you will find my skills and information too good to turn down.

Psyche-Out: Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ochoa. This interview is just the small first step in a careful and thorough evaluation process. But for now, I have no further questions.