Buenos Aires, Argentina.
It was already late afternoon when Joseph’s friends went home. They had spent the whole day telling their adventures and anecdotes to Marianne, who enjoyed their company and looked happy despite language barriers, but with Joseph as a dedicated and efficient translator she could understand everything they said to her.
They were alone in Joseph’s room, and they began to talk about things at school and their daily lives. After a few minutes of lively talk, Marianne is speechless, staring at Joseph. The latter, realizing it, also looks at him for a few seconds, after which he says:
"Come on, let it go. Ask at once.”
"How do you know I want to ask you something?"
"I just know. It’s something I can do since I started talking to my Father. There are times when visions come to me and I see things that at first I don’t understand, but then He clarifies them for me when He speaks
New York, USA.The two people had surprised him at home earlier that day, when he was still sleeping. They had him lying on his back on a chair whose back had been removed, his hands and feet tied together underneath. At first Samuel Talbott had refused to speak, holding the pressure on his belly, but when a towel was placed over his face and a full jug of water was emptied, he felt like he was choking, and he decided to say everything he knew.The two Mossad agents listened carefully to what he said, while one of them put the silencer on the 22-caliber pistol. The woman looked somewhat upset, and her partner pointed it out to her.“Is something wrong?”“Nothing,” she said. I thought it was going to be more difficult.“I’m afraid, dear companion, that you like blood a lot,” he finished adjusting the silencer. “And that may bring you problems in the future.”Samuel w
Buenos Aires, Argentina.After two days of investigation and bribing a staff assistant at Caece University, Mark and Doris finally had the address of Dr. Hansen’s home, aka Andrew Farnsworth, and were heading there to meet him. According to the worker, he did not teach that day, so he should be at home. It was almost noon.“How do you think he will get when he sees us?” Doris asked Mark, who was driving a rented Ford Fiesta.“Remember we helped them escape. They shouldn’t be happy that we have found them, but neither do I consider they should be angry, especially with the news we bring them.”They went on for a few more streets until they reached the indicated house. They got out of the vehicle and walked the few meters from the street to the front door, rang the bell and waited.In a few seconds the figure of Dr. Hansen opened the door and stood undaunted, watching them, not believing what
The broadcast of the video on the part of the Al-Jazeera channel made the whole world relive the "clone child effect", which had been totally appeased over the years, when there was no more news about him.Going viral, the video was on all social networks, as well as in most of the world’s newscasts, and all of them reviewed the threat that loomed over the United States and its allied countries, despite the fact that the Islamic State was considered almost extinct and with little or no attack capacity of such magnitude.In any case, the threat triggered alarms in the governments of Europe and the Middle East, who began to implement their protocols for the prevention of terrorist attacks, and in turn developed plans to search for the clone child in their territories, despite the short time that they had for it.For his part, President Collins had ordered the activation of security protocols for terrorist threats, which included special action plans for the
Buenos Aires, Argentina.It was dawn, and Hansen had been up all night. He could hardly sleep because of how nervous he felt and because of the concern to think about the situation they were in now. He went downstairs to the kitchen and made himself coffee. He poured a good amount into a cup and sat down to drink it. In a few minutes David walked into the kitchen and Hansen gave him a tired look.“I see I’m not the only one who couldn’t sleep,” David told him.Hansen barely managed a smile.“And why didn’t you sleep? You are not the target of a terrorist group.”David also poured himself some coffee and sat across from Hansen to drink it.“I’m not, but I’m still concerned about Joseph’s welfare. And yours, of course.”Hansen looked at the coffee mug, and stood there, staring at it for a few seconds, thoughtful.“You kno
New York, USA.Roy and Clarence were undecided about where to detonate the bomb. Clarence had suggested one of the New York subway stations, but that would mean finding a way to locate the truck on a busy street and waiting for the right moment. Roy discarded the idea for now, since if they had to look for a street like this, anyone could serve them, whether it was close to a subway station or not, so the decision was to look for any busy street, seeking the greatest number of victims possible. They finally chose Fifth Avenue, located between 42nd and 34th streets, near the Municipal Library, and began looking for a place to park.“When will we start the second phase of the plan?” Clarence asked, once they had found a place after a long search, as they parked the truck and each put on a hat and sunglasses.“Today,” Roy replied. “We will wait for Michael to contact us and tell us the best time to proce
Buenos Aires, Argentina.Mark entered the embassy and identified himself with embassy staff. He asked to speak to a security official, or the military attaché himself, saying it was a matter of urgency.“I’m sorry, Mr. Forney,” the receptionist told him at the entrance, “but that’s not protocol. You must first request an appointment with the staff you wish to contact, if available.”Mark was about to say something to her when four soldiers rushed out of the door behind them and headed for the exit. Behind them, a tall white man with a thick mustache in a military field suit stood in the middle of the room and, arms akimbo proceeded to speak:“Attention to all staff and visitors! We have been notified that there has been a terrorist attack in New York City, and there will possibly be others in other cities, both in the United States and around the world. This embassy from this
New York, USA.The FBI headquarters in Manhattan was more convulsed than usual; already most of the workers in the investigation operations area were at their jobs and carrying out their duties diligently, when Operations Chief Steve Peterson entered the room, with a quick and energetic step as if custom. He had come from an emergency meeting with the director of the bureau and the National Intelligence Secretary, and by his face that meeting was not very cordial. He planted himself in the middle of the room.“Attention, people!” He said, raising his voice, and immediately everyone stopped doing their thing to pay attention to him. “President Collins is not very happy with the performance of his intelligence and investigation units, especially after what happened a few moments ago, very close to here. We need to pay more attention to what we are doing and find those responsible for this attack. In addition, we must make
Somewhere between Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil and ColombiaAll were seated in the front of the rows of seats for the troops of the C-17 Globemaster III, manufactured by Boeing for the air forces of the United States and other nations. Generally, the personnel of the American embassies traveled in commercial airplanes, but given the special situation of the travelers, General Randall had to improvise a special transfer for them and what he could get was the gigantic military plane, used mainly for the transfer of supplies and work equipment for the embassy, justifying their use and mobilization. He himself was in the country precisely on a supply mission, and since he had to return to the United States, the general ordered a special stop in Colombia.Before leaving, the general allowed them to return to Dr. Hansen’s house to pack their bags, thinking that they would no longer return to it. After doing his own thing, Hansen took one