SizzleFlix

"This was pure unadulterated Bullshit! Getting caught smuggling cocaine in tires of Formula One cars was the biggest mistake I made in my Life." But that wasn't the beginning, my life as a mercenary, killing for MI-5, the Israeli Government, and the South African Secret Service made me millions. I became a celebrity supplying "coke" to my London pals, until Scotland Yard made me a target. I threw it all away having a beautiful girlfriend, living the life on a 60 foot yacht in Monte Carlo, that was to easy. Nope, I had to get into the dark side and it cost me dearly. Fortunately I managed to land on my feet." Here's my story.

Based on True Events Written by Mike Colonna ________________________________________ PART ONE: The Man Behind the Wheel The first time I met Nick Stringer, it was during the high-glamour buzz of Grand Prix week in Monte Carlo, back in the early 1980s. My friend Whitey, who worked with Frank Sinatra and had a foothold in Hollywood’s more exclusive circles, was the one who set it all up. Our home base for the week was the glamorous Lowe’s Hotel, perched above Monaco Harbor with a perfect view of the iconic Grand Prix hairpin curve. If you were anyone, you were here. But even in this crowd, Whitey made it clear that Stringer wasn’t someone to miss. Whitey was eager for us to meet this guy, Doug Morris—though he insisted on calling him "Stringer." Apparently, he wasn’t just a mercenary, but one of those rare men who had worked covert operations for the CIA, MI5, and even Israel’s Mossad. He had recently wrapped up a particularly dangerous mission in South Africa, where, according to Whitey, Stringer had helped eliminate diamond smugglers who’d been operating in the remote hills of the country. Whitey didn’t say it directly, but I got the impression Stringer had probably pocketed a few diamonds himself. He was that kind of guy—hands-on and always playing the game by his own rules. As we arrived at Monaco Harbor in a cab, I couldn't help but feel the buzz of the city around me. It was dazzling, glittering, like the people who filled it. Whitey led us up to Stringer’s yacht, an impressive vessel that gleamed in the sunlight. It was hard to tell where the boat ended and the man began. Stringer was exactly what I expected—dark hair, chiseled features, and a body built like a Navy SEAL. He was barefoot, his bare chest glistening with water as he hosed down the deck. His girlfriend, Yolanda, a statuesque Danish beauty, was sunbathing on the top deck, completely topless, enjoying the Mediterranean warmth. Stringer greeted us with a firm handshake, his gaze steady and intense. There was a quiet authority about him, the kind that didn’t need to be spoken. We talked about racing—he was heavily involved with the "Arrows" Formula One team at the time—and he invited us to join him during the time trials. Stringer seemed to enjoy the thrill of the sport, but even more so, he appreciated the freedom it gave him to move in circles few could imagine. Soon enough, Stringer and I became fast friends. He’d visit my beach house in Belmont Shore when he was in town for the Long Beach Grand Prix, and we’d hang out with a mix of Hollywood royalty—actors like Gene Hackman, and musicians like Ringo Starr and George Harrison. It was easy to forget that Stringer wasn’t just a racer or a party-goer. He was a man with a shadowy past that no one, not even Yolanda, ever pressed him about. He wasn’t the kind of guy you asked questions. The less you knew, the better. But in those early days, I never fully understood what made him tick. ________________________________________ PART TWO: The Dark Side of Speed Nick Stringer wasn’t just a decorated soldier or a daredevil racer. Beneath the polished surface of a man with expensive tastes and powerful connections, there was something darker—much darker—lurking. Stringer had lived a life full of high-stakes missions, not all of which were on the side of justice. After serving as a covert operative in Operation Desert Storm, where he played a key role in calling in airstrikes on Iraqi troops (an action that would later be known as the "Highway of Death"), Stringer found himself drifting into a different world. With the war behind him, Stringer returned to his passion—Formula One racing. But he wasn’t just there for the thrill of the race. He was financing his lifestyle by smuggling cocaine, hidden in the tires of his Formula One cars. It was a perfect cover, blending his love of speed with the opportunity to move illicit goods across international borders. Stringer’s career in the covert world had also included high-profile jobs for MI-5, the CIA, and Mossad. He had assassinated diamond smugglers in South Africa, escorted Gitmo detainees to secret “Black Sites,” and even recovered ransoms for corporate kidnappings. He was a man with the skills to get in and out of situations most people would never even dream of. But as his drug-dealing side business grew, Stringer found himself crossing paths with people who would make his life a living nightmare. ________________________________________ PART THREE: The Chase It wasn’t long before Scotland Yard started to notice. Stringer’s operations were becoming harder to conceal, especially as he played a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse with law enforcement. After months of surveillance, they finally raided his Kensington flat. But Stringer was no ordinary target. He escaped the bust in a daring high-speed chase through the streets of London, with bags of cocaine flying out the back of his car like confetti. For two years, Stringer was on the run. The Bolivian cartel had put a bounty on his head, desperate to silence him for cutting them out of the deal. Scotland Yard’s customs agents were just as determined to see him behind bars. But Stringer wasn’t easy to catch. His escape routes spanned the globe—France, South Africa, and, with the help of Israel’s secret service, even back to New York City. There, he thought he might find some safety, some refuge, but once again, he was cornered. The U.S. and British authorities were closing in on him. But Nick Stringer wasn’t a man to be caught so easily. Like Houdini, he slipped away, leaving his pursuers frustrated and confused, wondering how a man could vanish without a trace. ________________________________________ PART FOUR: A World of Danger and Loyalty Through it all, Stringer’s network remained tight-knit. His associates in the criminal underworld and on the fringes of law enforcement never truly turned on him. People like Johnny Morris, an old friend who helped Stringer with his dealings in London; Colonel Hackman, the CIA operative with a military demeanor who coordinated many of Stringer’s more sensitive jobs; and even Sierra, his Danish girlfriend who, though suspicious of his secretive nature, never fully understood the scale of his activities. But loyalty ran deep in Stringer’s world. And as he kept one step ahead of both the law and the dangerous people hunting him, his true nature remained a mystery. Was he a hero? A villain? Or something else entirely? Perhaps the answer didn’t matter. For Stringer, the only thing that counted was survival—and that was something he had mastered. And as for me? Well, I knew better than to ask too many questions. Some stories are too dangerous to tell, and some men—like Nick Stringer—are too dangerous to fully understand. ________________________________________ Epilogue: A Life on the Run Nick Stringer’s story is still being written. As the years pass, he continues to dodge bullets, disappear into shadows, and live a life that most people could never imagine. For those who know him, he’s a man of extraordinary skill, courage, and, above all, survival. But there’s always a price to pay when you live on the edge. And sooner or later, Stringer will have to face the consequences of the choices he's made. Maybe then, the truth will come out.