Here's how the game works:
First, obtain a cache of worthless, but high quality, 1930's vintage paper. Plenty of companies went bankrupt back then, you can use their old stock
certificates. Next, remove the ink. Then, using modern computer techniques, cut metal plates that look like they might be genuine US Treasury Bonds.
When it comes to denominations, the sky's the limit. Use the plates on an old fashioned printing press to turn the washed paper into credible looking
Presentation is everything, so create some official looking brass boxes. Soak in sea water for several months to create a convincing patina. When
suitably aged, dry off, insert paper and miscellaneous forged documents to support your story and rent a private vault in an extremely discreet Swiss
Bank. All of this is expensive and time consuming, so your first score needs to be a big enough one to recoup your investment. $100 million would do
Now it's time to play. Contact several despots, revolutionary leaders and drug cartels in disparate locations. They should all be in need of funds and
have access to easily fungible contraband that they are unable to move on their own. Suggest that you would be willing to take them off their hands
for a one time payment. Spend a great deal of time haggling, until they feel they have made a great bargain at exactly $100 million dollars.
By now, your mark is quite certain that you are an extremely shady but powerful customer. When they ask how you intend to pay for the goods, grow very
serious. You cannot tell them just yet how you will pay, but if they accompany you to Switzerland, you would be happy to show them your collateral.
You bolster your credibility with your mark by buying them a first class ticket to Zurich. (After all, this is a business expense.) Surrounded by your
largest, brawniest, baldest associates in their most ill fitting suits, you extract a promise that your mark will never, ever, breath a word of what
he is about to see to another living soul.
You take him to the bank, where the banker ushers you into a private vault and retreats to allow you your privacy. You tell him your story:
"It is a delicate situation, you see. In 1935, the United States government loaned the Allies $50 billion dollars in order to reconstruct after the
First World War. Rather than ship actual bullion, the US Treasury issued bearer bonds that could be redeemed for gold. The loan was to have been
repaid by the Allies through the reparations specified in, yeah, that's it, the Treaty of Versailles...
"In July of 1940, Marshal Philippe Pétain secretly moved France's share of these bonds to a vault in Vichy. The SD learned of their location, and in
1944, fearing the inevitable collapse of the Reich, Heinrich Himmler ordered the chests seized and hidden in 'The Redoubt,' somewhere in the
Salzkammergut in Austria." You pause dramatically.
"Yes, this is the fabled Nazi Hoard. It is pure gold... American gold, and they are obliged to honor these instruments under international law. These
chests were discovered by an advance team of British Intelligence officers who agreed that they would share it according to the ancient British
tradition known as a tantine. I trust you have read your Kipling. They used their intelligence connections to smuggle the hoard to Switzerland, where
they placed it in this vault. When all but one of the officers had died, the survivor inherited the lot.
"As you can imagine, it was only too late that the winner appreciated the irony of his fate. The smallest bond in this collection is for $10 million.
Should he try to redeem it, questions would be asked. Since the US Treasury Department keeps the numbers of all its bonds on file, they would know
where it came from, and quickly deduce the truth. Naturally, he came to us for help...
"We agreed to take possession of the hoard in exchange for a generous stipend, to be paid monthly until his demise. He received three payments before
his unfortunate mountaineering accident." You cock a knowing eyebrow at your mark.
"Alas, we face similar difficulties. We cannot simply present these bonds to a bank. There is no bank on Earth that could cover their much inflated
value. However, we would be willing to exchange one of the smaller denominations at face value for merchandise we have the means to distribute..."
Several days later, a simple exchange is made: your mark hands you a gym bag filled with tiny white uncut diamonds, you hand him a fancy briefcase
containing a piece of paper you have assured him will be honored by your best pal, Viktor Bute.
Repeat as many times as possible before someone actually tries to buy something from Viktor Bute.
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