LDS/Mormon Missionary Assassinates Terrorists & Cartel Members for the CIA on his Preparation day - Screenplay treatment

LDS/Mormon Missionary Assassinates Terrorists & Cartel Members for the CIA on his Preparation day - Screenplay treatment

INTRO:

Jacob Smith joined the Marine Corp the day he turned 18 and would have enlisted sooner but he couldn't get his parents to consent. He thought about forging their names, just to get out of the smothering, toxic environment he had been raised in. In less than three years, he made the cut and became part of the First Reconnaissance division of the US Marine Corp. "First Recon" was the group of Marines that didn't shave their heads, and this was the group of Marines whose training included being taken hostage and kept as prisoners with frequent beatings, all for simulation and mental endurance strength building. At the conclusion of one such training, the invasion and capture of the prison by US forces was simulated. Rather than run to the invading troops, Jacob charged after one particularly belligerent enemy guard who seemed to harass him more than any other mock prisoner. The guard pointed at the US flag that was being raised from all of the prison's towers and somehow that helped Jacob snap back to reality and realize that it was only an intense training exercise.

After being starved for three days, a delicious tray of what looked like a Thanksgiving spread was wheeled in front of all the starving soldiers. Jacob was told that all he had to do was sign one paper, confessing his war crimes, and he would be allowed to eat as much of the spread as he wanted. After resisting for as long as possible, Jacob crossed out every word on the page, and then signed it. For this attitude, he was beaten. The next day when the tray of food was wheeled in front of him, the aroma was too much. He grabbed the mashed potatoes and turkey with both hands and shoved the food in his mouth. It didn't make it to his stomach; after the guards punched him so hard he involuntarily spat it all back out.

Jacob couldn't have been happier. He passed the trainings with flying colors and by that time was accustomed to doing pushups until a small pool of sweat had formed underneath him. While on assignment in the Middle East, his girlfriend Sarah, who was also a member of First Recon, was killed by the same terrorist group his last companion is a planted sleeper cell from. Killing drug cartel and terrorist group members never bothered him that much and even though he was adept at hiding all of his emotions, his girlfriend's death had raised too many pestering questions.

Was she really gone? Had she spent her life in vain, serving a country that would never thank her? Did she have a spirit? Did her spirit die to?

All these questions brought a flood of memories back to Jacob. Memories he had ignored and buried for too long. He remembered being brought to church every Sunday by his father, even though Jacob rarely wanted to attend. The lessons on eternal marriage and family happiness, which his father professed to embrace, rang hollow despite how very often he heard such themes. His father's three divorces and four wives, both spiritually faithful and atheist, removed the idea of Jacob ending up "happily ever after." Jacob remembered his mother's lack of faith and her willingness to let him stay home from church on the alternating weekends he visited her. His mother would always call the LDS Temples and ask that certain people be prayed for, at times of trial, but in times of plenty, never admitted even the weakest faith. "25 years a Catholic and 20 years a Mormon is more than enough for me," was her weekly religious mantra.

Jacob was not left alone by the questions which haunted him. Night time in the desert in the Middle East can be a very quiet place, allowing one's thoughts free reign. In time, Jacob knew that he needed to accept a different, non-military call. The assurance came to him that it was his time to be a fisher of men, rather than a fisher of death.

There is a small branch of LDS members, mostly military, who meet in various locations in the Middle East. They don't broadcast their meetings, to avoid any violent or non-violent confrontations with the local people. Jacob made his way to one of the three hour meeting blocks on Sunday. After several months, he stood up in front of the congregation and shared his testimony, or what he believed with them.

"Uh, my name's Jacob. I'm not really...religious, or whatever. My friend Sarah passed away a little while ago and, um...," he fought what he felt, swelling up in his eyes.

"She's gone but I know that I'll see her again," Jacob sad and sat down.

In time he asked for a meeting with the congregation leader, who, in time, agreed to submit Jacob's papers, requesting he serve a mission. Jacob kept this all from his troop superiors. "Why should I tell them I'm going to leave for two years, when my papers probably won't even be accepted? It's not like people with over 100 active kills can easily go door to door and teach about the Restoration, right?" He asked himself questions, trying to delay his inevitable enlistment in the Lord's Army.

After receiving his call from the LDS Church’s First Presidency to serve a mission the Tampa, Florida mission, he was ordained/set apart as “Elder Smith” by the nearest Stake President, who was stationed in Haifa, Israel. Elder Smith told his Marines that he would be leaving for a while and when they asked him why, he would just say, "There's something I need to do." He told them he would be back in two years, but wasn't really sure what path he might take after two years of preaching.

Elder Smith had flown from a military base in Pakistan to Europe and from Europe to JFK airport in NYC. After sleeping in the terminal and eating three bags of Lays potato chips from the airport Newspaper stand, he boarded the plane for the last leg of his journey. The flight from New York City to Salt Lake City arrived at 7:00am local time and gave Elder Smith less than three hours to buy his suits, shave the beard he had grown for the past four years, get the his long hair cut, and arrive on time at the Missionary Training Center in Provo. He hoped the stores in Provo would have everything he needed. He didn't have the time or the desire to bring with him any of the memories of the live that took Sarah out of mortality.

In fact, he was excited both to leave the ghosts, and demons, of his previous career, as well as to learn more about the gospel he had ignored for eighteen years, while being raised in the heart of Zion. Elder Smith was 24 years and 11 months old when he arrived back in Utah. It was as if he was Edmund Dantes, the main character in the Count of Monte Cristo, arriving back in Paris, his homeland, after being in prison for 13 years at the Chateau d'if and forced to work with pirates for a few more years.

He took a bus to Provo, and got off about half a mile before the MTC, to make sure he is not being followed and to buy a few more clothes. He walks into the missionary Training Center amidst teary-eyed 19 year olds and their 5+ sibling families and mini-van processions. He looked on them and wondered about why his life had taken such a different path. Elder Smith didn’t bother letting his parents know he was serving a mission and wasn’t sure how to find them anyway. He looked on the other arriving missionaries not with envy or jealousy but with gladness; he was happy to be trained and influenced by a liquor-less and substantially less tattooed group of warriors.

Elder Smith slept through the "Called to Serve" movie due to his jet lag and healing injury.　 When he was awoken by the lights and commotion of everyone else, he quickly found his dorm room, and placed his bag of belongings on the bottom bunk nearest to the window.　 The food at the missionary training center was much better than the MRE's, plants, cacti, snakes, bugs, and leaves, he had eaten while in deep cover in the middle east for the past several years. Due to his leg injury he did not shower with all of the other missionaries in his district, as they usually do as a group, but showers alone, late at night when he can bring in the necessary gauze and bandages to rewrap his injured shoulder. He was very grateful that most of the item each day was spent sitting in desks in the small training rooms. The three week time he was there seemed to fly by and he didn’t feel ready to take the message out to people’s homes but boarded a bus to the SLC airport at 5:00am anyway.　


 
It Begins (Arcadia : Transfer #1, after Elder Smith has been contacted and agreed to work with the CIA and Marines and “hit” one cartel member/terrorist per 6 week period.[1])
It was never hard for Elder Smith to kill the terrorists and their cohorts.　 He wasn't lying, stealing, cheating, etc.　 He seemed to channel the anger and resentment from his past and express it patriotically in accomplishing the missions he was assigned.　 He struggled with deceiving his companions and letting them think he was asleep all night, but was convinced that his 7 years of deep cover service had given him experience all of the new and even seasoned FBI and CIA employees lacked.　 He was concerned about leaving his companion alone at night, even though he could see him and hear him throughout his absence, Elder Smith knew the people he was working against.　 He knew they would kill his companion within seconds of entering the apartment and it would be his fault, if he were gone when it happened.

Elder Smith enjoyed tracting in the Florida sun. The humidity was a nice chance form the blinding brightness of the Middle Eastern heat. All the sand in Florida didn’t hold a candle to all the sand in Pakistan and the profuse trees and shrubbery were like eye candy. He imagined that with each step he took, the Percocet pain-killing medication he had been taking since he injured his arm a few days before entering the Missionary Training Center was slowly being sweated out of his system.

After going door to door for 6 or more hours each day in both Arcadia (population: 6,700 during the winter, 3,300 during the summer, and 4,400 when the orange grove workers went north to work the tobacco fields) and it’s thriving metropolis neighboring “town” of Nocatee (population: maybe 300), Elder Smith and his second companion were approached by Gary Holliman, an African-American man who said he wanted to learn more about their message. Gary lived in an area of the town that several of the missionaries didn’t want to go door to door in and had heard part of the restored gospel message from a previous group of missionaries. He gobbled up the lessons about the restored gospel and asked Elder Smith to baptize him in the small font inside the tiny church building the local LDS member met in each Sunday. After six months of intense work, it was wonderful to see one person accept the gospel and pass the sacrament or communion to the congregation each Sunday. Several months later, Elder Smith was told that Harry went with other members on a trip to the Orlando Temple and shared his testimony with them all when he returned.

Dialogue with Trainer (humor scene):
On their first day off or “preparation day," his trainer let him know about more of the rules.
“We're not supposed to play basketball; too dangerous," his trainer informed him.
"Yeah," Elder Smith replied as the silence grew awkward. He was trying, perhaps too hard, to hide and ignore the danger of the past six years of his life; trying to not laugh at how each rule had been written in such a way that the lowest common denominator/missionary would be able to not injure himself. At the same time, Elder Smith was mature enough to not question rules that had been gained from over 150 years of missionary work all over the world. His military training had helped him understand that there is a reason for each rule, even if you don’t know what that reason is.
“We’re not supposed to be alone with women, even if their investigators or other church members,” his trainer continued.
“Alright,” Elder Smith nodded in agreement.
 
(4th Transfer in Arcadia: Elder Smith’s companion realizes that he is killing cartel members and terrorists during the night. His companion is finishing his mission in a few weeks and realizes no one will believe him.)

Elder Smith is doing pushups in the sand mixed with sparse grass, which they called a lawn, outside the apartment early one morning, after sprinting a mile to the apartment. It had been absolutely impossible for him to make it home on time after the previous night's assassination. His companion opened the door and asked him what he was doing

"Oh…I just wanted to exercise a little bit," Elder Smith said, still panting and avoiding eye contact.
“Alright. Well, you’re supposed to let me know before you go out of sight and sound of me,” his companion said.
Elder Smith wasn’t going to tell him that his companion was under audio and video surveillance while Smith went assassinating enemies of the United States.
“Right. Sorry about that,” Elder Smith offered.
“Why are you so out of breath? Have been doing pushups for hours or something?” his companion wondered aloud.

(Humor scene: At a door approach later that day: )
"Moses was a prophet, as we all know. He revealed the Ten Commandments," Elder Smith taught while on the front porch.
"Thou shalt not kill was one of them," Elder Johanson said, staring at his companion, trying to guilt trip him into realizing he couldn't serve the military and the Lord. Elder Smith looked awkwardly from side to side and tried to tell the person about modern day prophets.

 
1st transfer in Lakeland; 5th transfer of the mission

Buddhist convert 
First Transfer in Loughman (7th transfer of mission)

Sunday night, just after midnight, so he could keep the Sabbath Day holy, Elder Smith' pager went off.　 He always had the silent alarm setting selected so no alarm would beep as he and his companion would be sharing the First Vision of Joseph Smith and so its ringing wouldn't wake up his companion.　 It was 12:05 am.
　
"Buzz...buzz...buzz."

It was futile for him to ignore the pager’s hum and act like he was asleep.　 He knew who was trying to reach him and it wasn’t someone interested in investigating the gospel. At 12:07am he finally called the number, already knowing the only person who would page him at midnight.

He finally gave in and called the number that appeared repeatedly on his mission-issued pager. He knew who he was calling and ignored the normal niceties with which missionaries address those who call them, "You don't waste any time do you?"
　
"Chevron gas station; Route 2; fifteen minutes."　 The voice said, followed by the dial tone.

Elder Smith shook his head and quickly changed into his jogging clothes and practically had to sprint to the Chevron gas station to make it there on time.　 He knew he had an impatient driver who waited a maximum of 2 minutes before leaving the rendezvous point. 　His partner was pulling away as Elder Smith arrived.　 He tapped on the passenger side window between his panting for more air.　 The door was unlocked and immediately relocked after Smith opened the door.　 The fast-paced jogging had wakened him up, but he still was hoping for a quick assignment so he could return to the trailer and sleep, as well as prepare himself for Merle's baptism the next day.

"We've got confirmed intel on a small group of terrorists in Orlando," the driver
stated.

"Equipment?" Smith asked.
　
"You...and enough explosives to level a building," the driver said.
　
Smith shook his head again.　 "You always like the sly, quiet approach don't
you?"
　
"The terrorists are from Belize and we've already scoped the security system, smart…guy; there's no way you're getting in, sly or otherwise."

"That’s what you said in Prague, five years ago.　 What happened there?"　 Elder Smith pestered.

"You got lucky."

"Well, I’m about to do that again tonight."
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(At a door approach several weeks later:)

“Hi. We’re missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints and we’re sharing an important message about our Heavenly Father…,” Elder Smith was about half way through the standard door approach he used when something caught his eye.

(Possible flashback scene in the movie?) He recognized the bottom half of the tattoo on the left arm of the man who opened the door. It was a 10-sided star with an insignia supporting Che Guevara, with a marijuana joint in his mouth. The illegal opium and drug trade between terrorists in the Middle East, Hezbollah in particular, and Socialist Revolutionaries in Mexico and other parts of South America was a history all too familiar to Elder Smith.[2] As he stumbled, his companion took over and finished the door approach. The cartel member who lived there, looked wide-eyed at the ground, amazed that he saw a former Marine, one whom he had captured, beaten, and who had later escaped, dressed up like a preacher and trying to get more intel on the cartel’s new safe house. When he looked at the ground and repeatedly mumbled agreement, Elder Smith’s companion was on a roll and plowed right into the introductory lesson about God’s Plan of Happiness and the restoration of the gospel. Several other people in the house came to the door during the passing minutes. Elder Smith acted like he didn’t recognize the cartel members and they returned the favor. As the tension grew more and more, his companion continued his one-man monologue of the first discussion until he was finally interrupted by Elder Smith.

“It’s alright. Would it be alright if we came by next week?” Elder Smith asked, in an attempt to escape before any violence broke out.
“Yeah. Absolutely, Elder,” one of the cartel members said. He and his group in the house assumed the house was either already surrounded by Special Forces or would be within minutes. Anything they could do to get the two soldiers masquerading as missionaries off their porch as fast as possible would be agreed to.

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3rd transfer in Gulfport. 12th transfer of the mission
Conversion of a Hindu husband of a member

 
The First Transfer in Brandon, FL (13th transfer of the mission)

Elder Smith had felt a special and real connection to Merle Friedman, the Messianic Jew he and his companion had been teaching for several weeks. She related the story of her conversion to believing in the Savior, from orthodox Judaism and came to tears. She had broken her leg and required a reconstructive surgery including four screws and two metal rods. While recovering in the hospital a friend of hers read Isaiah chapter 53. Her friend left after reading it and Merle contemplated on what she had felt while those verses about the Savior were read aloud by her close friend, and while she was in physical pain. Not coincidentally, at the time she related the experience, Elder Smith had been memorizing the same chapter in Isaiah, in order to earn the mission’s top memorization award. He quoted it from memory, after Merle shared her conversion experience. The Holy Spirit’s presence in the room was palpable and Elder Smith was even more shocked when Merle asked him to baptize her.

On the Friday night before Merle's baptism, Elder Smith was assigned a hit. It wasn't the average case. He was forced to travel over 100 miles to the target and received unanticipated blowback, leaving a deep four inch gash in his right calf. He had bandaged it as best he could on the 100 mile trip back to the trailer he and his companion were staying in. He didn't want to take a shower right after getting home because it would probably wake up his companion, and he knew that in only a few hours the baptism meeting was scheduled.

Elder Smith wrapped a white tie around his wound and was that make-shift tourniquet would either have to suffice for the brief time he would be in the water, baptizing Merle.
As he stepped in the font, he locked his teeth and the chlorinated water burned inside his fresh wound. He performed the baptism and his face was turning red from all of the effort he was exerting to not yell from the pain.

"What a day, huh?" a branch member says to Elder Smith as they are all enjoying refreshments after the Baptismal ordinance.　

"Yeah," Elder Smith said letting out a deep sigh of relief.

He was relieved that the wound he received from last night’s mission was not visible through the white clothes he wore to baptize Merle. He was relieved that Merle had the faith to follow through with her conversion. He was relieved that, for the first time in several weeks, he and his companion had no dinner appointment at a member’s house. He loved sharing the gospel and didn't want to be distracted by his past life. He was relieved that half of his mission was over and that, so far, he had been paying his eternal debt to his country and more importantly, to the Lord.
　
　
 


Lakeland, 6th Transfer: During this transfer Elder Smith’s location is found by his enemies, who then take his parents hostage. Companion: Elder Johnson)　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
For New Year’s Eve, all of the male missionaries in about 30 different areas met at a large LDS church building and joked about how they were all locked in Stake Center to bring in the New Year. Elder Smith couldn’t have been happier. He couldn’t shake the feeling that on his last hit he was somehow tracked back to his apartment or somehow left too many clues at the location which revealed who he really was. 　
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(Scene where his enemies take his parents hostage and threaten to kill them.)
Elder Smith calls their bluff and says, "Kill them both; I'll watch you do it."
The silence permeated and lengthened out the next several seconds.　
"What were you expecting?　 Did you think I was going to cry?　 Did you think I was going to negotiate with you?　 I haven't heard from my parents in over 8 years; do you want me to start crying?　 You will never stop me.　 You will never stop this country from defeating all of you."

Elder Smith heard the sound of the silencer being attached to the pistol and waited for the shots.　 The terrorists had tried this tactic before.　 They would call Smith, aggressive determine if he would negotiate, and then make the sound of gun shots, but in reality not shoot the valuable hostage.　 Elder Smith yawned loudly and continued waiting for the false shots.　

(Click).　

The terrorist hung up.　

Smith knew that the only time Ali would hang up would be if he knew the call was being recorded or if he knew that no one could hear what he was about to do.


 
(Last Transfer of the mission. Arcadia and Elder Smith’s companion, Elder Ben Saada, is a planted Cartel/Terrorist cell member. Elder Smith is forced to kill his companion who is an undercover terrorist and who played a significant role in the death of Elder Smith’s deceased girlfriend Sarah, but must also act sad to persuade the Mission President and fellow missionaries that he did not do it.)
　
Elder Smith had a goal to make it the entire 24 months of his mission without requiring an emergency transfer.　 In a way he succeeded.　 He had not caused the transfer but had been helpful in resolving it.　 It was strange to him that a companionship over 150 miles away would be split and traded with his, but, he figured, the inspiration of the mission president and his assistants has done seemingly more strange and yet brilliant things in the past.　

Elder Smith and his companion are teaching Ali about Joseph Smith's First Vision and the Book of Mormon. During this discussion, Elder Smith recognized the sarcastic body language of his companion. Smith noticed his companion did what looked like a Japanese bow toward Ali when the latter's call to prayer audio recording went off, about half way through their discussion. Ali had agreed to take a Book of Mormon only if the two missionaries took a Koran. The Elders agreed and even though they didn't expect Ali and his entire family to quickly convert to the LDS faith, Elder Smith appreciated the fact that someone had listened to them for more than 20 seconds. When they were leaving Ali's house and confirming when they might return and discuss what Ali, and they, had read, his companion didn't say good bye.
"Insh Allah," his companion said. It was the Arabic way of saying, "We'll see you in a few days, God willing."
His companion didn’t know Elder Smith spoke Arabic fluently.
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When they returned for the next gospel discussion, Ali began reading scriptures from the New Testament about how the Savior said he came to separate father and son and to have people take up the sword. The missionaries explained the context of the scriptures and told Ali that, in their opinion, Jesus was telling people that they need to decide and remain firm to their faith in him, regardless of what others say, including family members.
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Death Scene:
Elder Ben Saada stealthily tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom where Elder Smith was shaving. The bathroom door was open wide enough for Ben Saada to see where his target was standing and plan his attack accordingly. It was the perfect time to strike, just before dawn, when he could quickly get on a bus to Naples, Florida and connect with the rest of his terrorist cell. His cell had given him month after month beyond the deadline he had to finish off Elder Smith.

Faux-Funeral scene: At a small, rural airport not far from Naples and Arcadia, FL, the mission president, Elder Smith, and Elder Ben Saada’s uncle, who came to pick up the body and fly it back home for burial, meet.
“Elder Ben Saada’s uncle came to take him back home for the funeral. If you’d like to say anything, that might help,” President Clark told Elder Smith.
He walked up to the terrorist posing as Ben Saada’s uncle while he thought about what he would say. Both of them had to keep up appearances, if they wanted to keep the authorities out of it.
“I’m sorry this happened. He died just as he lived,” Elder Smith said while his eyes communicated the opposite of that. He stared at the criminal he recognized and waited to receive a response. The “uncle” softly said in Arabic that God had also called him and that he too would finish his mission (to kill Jacob Smith).
Elder Smith, unable to resist the temptation, reached out his hand to the enemy and embraced him in a one arm hug while whispering, “The next one you send after me won’t come home so pretty. Enjoy your flight now.”
 
CONCLUSION:
Elder Smith moved slowly through the Tampa airport. It seemed like a life time had passed in the previous 24 months. When he finally boarded the plane, his MTC companion whom he had rarely seen the entire 23 months they were serving, and one sister missionary, who strongly resembled Sarah (whose death sparked Elder Smith’s conversion) were with him. As he boarded the plane, he noticed the two flight attendants were speaking Arabic.　 He would not normally be surprised or shocked by that. It wasn't what how they were speaking but rather what they were saying that caused him alarm.　 They said that September 11th would look like a small scratch compared to what was going to happen later that week. A few minutes before the plane began the descent into Dallas and after failing to rip apart his empty can of Sprite to make a shiv (make-shift knife), Elder Smith asked one of the attendants to assist him.

“Excuse me, sir? The light fixture in the lavatory here is falling down and it doesn’t look safe.” Elder Smith said, pointing up to the light. He stepped out of the closet-sized restroom and let the attendant step in.
“It seems to be attached to m-“ the attendant said before Elder Smith broke his neck and left him sitting on the toilet. He jammed the door shut with folded up paper wedges, jammed into the top and bottom of the door. He said a quick prayer that the plane would land and unload the passengers before the flight attendant’s body was found.


The flight had a brief layover in Dallas, TX where Elder Smith was planning on being picked up and re-enlisting full time with the Marine Corp. The layover was so brief, it allowed time only for the three missionaries to walk quickly from the terminal they arrived in to their departure terminal on the other side of the airport. Elder Smith’s plan had been to use a restroom in Terminal C, where an undercover CIA agent would walk with him to a waiting car. HE would then re-enlist in the Marine Corp and be shipped back to the Middle East.

(The final scene implies a romantic theme and a “turning over a new leaf” theme. It shows the undercover CIA agent waiting at the Dallas airport who starts to walk towards Elder Smith. Elder Smith gives him the standard door approach and gives him a Book of Mormon. The scene ends showing Elder Smith walking between his MTC companion and the Sister missionary, and boarding the flight from Dallas to SLC.)

　
　
　
　

NOTES:

He must convince his companions to bike 6 days a week, in the Florida climate, and drive very far on preparation days, beginning at 5:00 am. Sometimes he gets permission from the Zone Leader and Assistants of the Mission President (when he's the senior companion) and sometimes he doesn't (when he's the junior companion and a car is sent to him or is waiting for him!).

He plays hymns and scriptures on CD as he drives (and as other espionage employees
drive) to the assassination locations.　 He loves hearing about Teancum. CONFLICT: He does not want to keep killing, but knows that he is the best at it and the one most familiar with the specific entity the CIA is fighting.　 He uses small darts with only a few milligrams of poison from mushrooms, releases alligators and snakes and scorpions into terrorists and drug dealers’ houses and rooms, when his missions are compromised, and when he doesn't have any weapons, or his companion is awake/driving, etc.

9. Arcadia 2- Johanson – phlegm, solidifying all loose coins in Snapple jar – 9/11 – overflowing mail box, tree limb fallen over mail box -
10. Arcadia 3- Johanson　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
11. Arcadia 4- Johanson　　　　　　　　　　

It was never hard for Elder Smith to kill the terrorists and their cohorts. He wasn't lying, stealing, cheating, etc. He seemed to channel the anger and resentment from his past and express it patriotically in accomplishing the missions he was assigned. He struggled with deceiving his companions and letting them think he was asleep all night, but was convinced that his 7 years of deep cover service had given him experience all of the new and even seasoned FBI and CIA employees lacked.　 He was concerned about leaving his companion alone at night, even though he could see him and hear him throughout his absence, Elder Smith knew the people he was working against.　 He knew they would kill his companion within seconds of entering the apartment and it would be his fault, if he were gone when it happened.

Purposeful speeding bike crash over bridge with Braveheart like free fall into water –
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
9. Arcadia 2- Johanson – phlegm, solidifying all loose coins in Snapple jar – 9/11 – overflowing mail box, tree limb fallen over mail box -
10. Arcadia 3- Johanson　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
11. Arcadia 4- Johanson　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
12. Gibsonia 1- Elder Malmberg　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 Orbis – baby alligator as prank/way of assassinating, after lightly spraying the target with whatever alligators find irresistible -

(little girl and guy in Lakeland whom Elder King and I tracted into) –

14. Loughman 1- Elder Huling- hilarious – Brother Murray – "Go where? The hotspot of Loughman?" – chase scene/hunt in orange groves-　 Assassination/hit:

15. Loughman 2 – Murdock training- 12- A member based on Brother Murray in Loughman is actually a CIA operative and helps
(Converts: 2 young women and David Santos)
He earned the moniker "Big Guns" Smith in Loughman, while training Elder "Mad Dog" Murdock and it came not due to above average biceps, nor his "USMC" tattoo but due to his bravado while tracting and while working with other members of the church.　 One particulatr approach he saw Elder Malmberg use gained much popularity among his companions. It proceeded something like this:
"Hi! We’re missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and we’re having a baptism on Saturday and wanted to invite everyone to come on out to it. Would you like to come?"
As long as the two Elders had an investigator actually getting baptized on Saturday it was a great approach.　
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Initially, he didn’t get along with the zone leader, Elder Malmberg but after about a week, he saw his companion’s last name tattooed on his left bicep and realized they weren’t as different as they seemed.
Elder Maw in Wachula always seemed like a "mini-Malmberg;" focused, hard-working, and ready to get the job done.

16. Gulfport 1 – Companion: Soderqhuist　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 (Hoffenmyeyer and Don Thorne) - 8- His companion is kidnapped by the enemy and rescued by him.　 When the enemy enters the missionaries'
apartment they drug/tranquilize Elder Smith' companion and take him in thier van, hoping for forcing Elder Smith to stop fighting them in return via a hostage negotiation. Elder Smith and his team attack the convoy of enemies and get his companion back to the apartment before he ever wakes up.　 When Elder Jones wakes up at 11:30am the next morning, he feels very refreshed and tells Elder Smith that he hasn't slept that well in a long time.
"I'm surprised. The neighbors were pretty loud last night," Elder Smith replied.　
Assassination/hit:
17. Gulfport 2 – Trejo training – "Honda this."　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 Assassination/hit:
18. Brandon – Elder Cook- bad back comparisons　　　　　　　　　　　　　 (Merle Friedman – assassination the night before- worried about wound on leg in the baptismal font – "What a day huh?" The ward missionary says. - Assassination/hit: 　　　　　　　　　　　　　
19. Brandon – Sylvester training　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 (young man and Station music)- Assassination/hit:
20. Arcadia 5- Jones- Asked to marry some of the Caban’s relatives-15- His Marine Corp/CIA best friends are assassinated by the terrorists, shortly before the emergency transfer.　 He is not sure who in the group he has been eliminating killed her, but tries to remain focused.　 While tracting down streets he has for months, he randomly begins weeping.
16-Airboat chase/hit in the Everglades, La Belle, possibly Ft. Myers
Assassination/hit: 　　　　　　　　　
21. Arcadia 6- Hobson and ZL wife – emergency transfer – "Please bless our families for us being here (while putting forth the absolute minimum while we are here)," trained by Elder Yazzie Johnson in Gibsonia – worked in La Belle, lived in Assisted Living, very small population. – 24 hour exchanges with the Wachula Elders every week after district meeting – Hobson doesn’t mind when Main character sleeps in in the morning and at lunch despite trying to work as hard as usual.　
Assassination/hit:
22. Arcadia 7- Elder Woods　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 (Reynolds family) – locked in Stake Center for New Year ’s Eve - killing missionary companion who is actually a member of the terrorist group that killed main character’s Marine corp girlfriend – Conclusion – hint of another book/great challenge for main character - Assassination/hit:




Each “hit” Elder Smith carries out builds up/gains momentum in the story up until the last transfer, where his companion is a sleeper cell who played a big role in the death of his Marine Corp girlfriend in the Middle East.


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