Washington, USA
The entire cabinet was meeting with President Collins, discussing the actions to be taken, when Secretary Raymond Murphy's cell phone rang, and Collins seemed disappointed, the meeting had not advanced much. Murphy answered the call, and within seconds of listening to the speaker he got up as if driven by a spring and with a surprised expression on his face, his eyes wide.
“It can't be!” He said, startled. “Pass it on immediately!”
He got up from his seat and ran to a small table in the corner to his right, grabbed a remote control, and turned on the large screen on the far wall, across from the conference table and President Collins at the end.
“This was just posted on the net,” he said. “We have an even bigger problem.”
Everyone paid attention to the screen, and after a few seconds a video began to play; it was the image of two young men with obvious f
New York, USA.Miller finished reading the document in his hands and Williams turned off the camera, while another man checked that the recording had been uploaded to the internet. They immediately each grabbed the two men kneeling on the ground and turned them face down, binding their hands and feet together. Muhammad Afzal Behrouz and Naseer Abdel Ali still wondered what their fate would be in the hands of these men.“You are getting your government into trouble with ours!” Muhammad yelled at them as one of the men grabbed a roll of duct tape and ripped off a piece. “You shouldn’t be doing this!”“You are making a mistake!” Nasseer yelled at them in turn. The man covered Muhammad’s mouth first, and then him.The two young Muslims were studying at Columbia University Business School, had struck up a good friendship when they met at enrollment periods, and also share
Tel Aviv, Israel. The Kidon is the most fearsome, dangerous and bloody unit of the Mossad, charged with carrying out major operations to commit homicides and assassinations in order to deter, intimidate and prevent hostile actions by terrorists and enemies of Israel anywhere in the world. It is made up of between six and twelve agents depending on the complexity of the mission and the objective to be eliminated. Among the many activities carried out by this elite unit is “Operation Wrath of God”, carried out after the events in Munich in 1972, the assassinations of the scientists in charge of carrying out the Iranian nuclear program and the high representative of the Palestinian Islamic Resistance Movement in 2010. But this time its mission was very different, for the first time in its history the unit was mobilized to carry out actions in support of two Mossad agents and guarantee their safe transfer and that of a child to Israeli soil.
New York, USA.Susan O’Brien and Roland Keller had reached the building where Muhammad Afzal Behrouz and Naseer Abdel Ali lived and looked for the janitor.“We come for the young Muslims who live in this building,” Keller said, showing his identification to the man, “Behrouz and Ali. As you may already know, they were kidnapped.”“Yes, I remember them,” said the man in a lamenting tone. “Good guys, and I don’t agree with what they’re doing with them. Not all Muslims are bad.”“I wish they all thought like you,” O’Brien said. “We want to check their apartment.”“Very well, let me find the key.”The janitor entered his house and in a few seconds returned with a set of keys. They took the elevator and stopped on the third floor, continued down the wide hallway to their right, and the concierge pointed to a
New York, USA.Joseph Brown walked into Peterson's office with a look of joy on his face.“Sir, I need you to come see this,” he said enthusiastically.Peterson followed Brown to his station and Brown showed him what he had done.“It took me a bit,” he started, “but I did a general scan of all the security cameras in Manhattan as you requested: traffic lights, shops, streets, ATMs, residences, buildings and I tried to track our terrorists when they left. 42nd. I lost them for a few streets, but then I found them again on First Avenue, near the United Nations headquarters, and they boarded a new van, and then headed to Fort Riley Boulevard and entered a storage rental complex. They haven’t come out yet. I already have access to their security cameras, and I am putting the images on the monitors.“Good work!” Peterson patted him on the shoulder. “We’ve got the
New York, USA. Richmond and Waters listened carefully to Collins's words about the outcome of the day's events. Richmond could not hide his annoyance and anger, for his plans seemed to unravel as quickly as water runs through his fingers. Waters, on the other hand, seemed unchanging. Rather, quiet.“Fidelis superior, I have no words to express my shame for ...”“Don't bother to excuse yourself, fidelis Richmond,” the old man interrupted, “sometimes things don't end the way we want them to. It was arrogant of us to underestimate the capabilities of our country's intelligence forces, and the resources they have. Also, this first part of the plan may not have been developed in the best way, maybe it was a bit ... improvised.”“First part?” Richmond showed surprise at the words of his leader.“Yes, fidelis Richmond, this plan is just beginn
Jerusalem, Israel.David and Mark had kept walking cautiously through the empty streets of Jerusalem. In one of those first streets, they stole without much difficulty and in absolute silence a Hyundai Ioniq from the parking lot of a house and thanks to the vehicle they quickly reached the exclusive neighborhood of Rehavia, in the center-west of the city. At that time in the morning it was possible to navigate the narrow streets by car more easily. They reached Azza Street and immediately looked for a way to Smolenskin. David, who was behind the wheel, recalled that the prime minister's residence, Beit Aghion, was located at the crossroads of that street and Balfour. The GPS on his tablet showed them the fastest way and soon they were two blocks from their goal. David stopped the Ioniq in the street and turned off the engine.“We're close,” he said to Mark, showing him the map of the city on his tablet and where they were. “Balf
Washington, USA.President Collins had in the telepresence room with his government cabinet the prime ministers of England, Italy and Germany, and the presidents of Canada and France, who were the only ones who responded to his urgent call. They were analyzing the events occurred and the possible actions to take, when he received an urgent call from Prime Minister of Israel Asaf Levy. He ordered they put him in communication with the others on the three large screens in the room. The simultaneous translation program was on, and Collins asked to add Hebrew, and turn the speakers loud.“Prime Minister,” Collins greeted him. “We are happy to hear you are doing well after the unfortunate events that occurred at your residence.”“Thank you, Mr. President,” said Levy, speaking in Hebrew, but in the room his voice was heard in English thanks to the translator, “but I'm afraid the bad news doesn't en
Caracas, Venezuela.Scott Foster was lying on the bed in the main room of the house he had rented six months ago in the Altamira urbanization of the Venezuelan capital. He had just woken up and was watching the news of the bombings on the thirty-two-inch television on the cabinet in front of his bed and he thought that everything was getting really dangerous in the world. It was six o'clock in the morning. He seldom thought about the fact that he was in an unknown country so as not to fall into the melancholy caused by being away from his family and his nation, which he served faithfully since joining the army. But this morning was different; he had to think about his country, about the attacks they were doing and the damage they were causing him, and not be there to help. When he began his service he had to fight in Iraq, in the so-called Desert Storm, and see the horrors of war up close. Then he continued fighting in the war against Al Qaeda and contr