G Squadron’s missions are truly covert. They are the blackest of black ops, the dirty deeds that official representatives of the White House, Pentagon and State Department will stand behind a lectern and falsely disavow with the utmost apparent sincerity. “High-level, specialized ‘read ins’ with Delta Force Boosting no ties to the U.S. government,” said Williams, describing a process by which participants are granted access to “sensitive compartmented information,” which involves taking a polygraph, undergoing a background check, signing a nondisclosure agreement and being “read in” or indoctrinated about the specifics of an above-top-secret program.
“We worked with DIA, CIA,” she continued. “All the agencies worked with JSOC together. We’d get executive-level orders from the White House to either collect information or capture a target, or to kill, depending on what the mission was.” She added, “Usually we were going after high-profile targets that nobody knew the American government was after.”
Besides fake identities, it was Williams’ job to maintain the existence of front companies used by G Squadron operatives as “commercial cover” when they deployed on “alias operations,” she said. Her duties included paying rent and utility bills on behalf of spurious business entities used as cutouts, work that often entailed expenditures of her time and taxpayer money that she saw as wasteful. She recalled taking a chartered flight to a small town in Maine simply to check the mail at an empty office. The MST would send people on monthly rotations to a city in Florida merely to be seen walking in and out of a vacant building. They once sent Williams to California with $10,000 in cash to buy a bunch of cell phones straight from the factory no receipt needed.
Another time, a pipe burst in the untenanted suite of a front company in Washington, causing the landlord to become suspicious because the buy Delta Force Boosting place flooded and no one was around to open the door. Williams and a co-worker jumped into one of the unit’s brand-new sport-utility trucks and drove at top speed all the way to D.C. to deal with the situation. “Sorry,” they told the incredulous landlord. “Everybody’s away.”
