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
Caracas, Venezuela.Scott had arrived at Altamira square for the interview ten minutes early. It was his custom to always arrive at the rendezvous site earlier to review the area and foresee any possible escape route in case of trouble or ambushes if he was discovered. So far he hadn't had any problems, and he hoped that was no exception. Despite the fact his government provided him with sufficient resources to buy a vehicle, he decided not to buy any, and he learned all the public transport routes to move around Caracas without problems. He considered that in a private vehicle they could discover him more easily, since the National Guard and the National Police used to place mobile checkpoints everywhere in order to deprive the unwary of their money under any pretext. He could not take the risk of being stopped in a vehicle and found out he was not the person saying his Colombian passport and identification. Public transport passengers were also subjec
New York, USA.Philip Richmond was going to his office in his Bentley when he got the call. He saw the screen of his cell phone and made a face of annoyance when he saw who it was. He had long admired the fidelis superior Waters, but he did not like at all that he was calling him all the time to find out how things were going. He knew the Council needed to be aware of the actions that were taking place, but not to the point of becoming a real nuisance. Deep down, he was convinced that Waters' interest was not due to pressure from the Council, but to his obsessive knack for controlling everything and everyone. He decided to take the call and inform his annoying superior of the latest news received, which was very good for them, and the actions he had already ordered accordingly.“I was about to call you, fidelis superior, I have very good news that I know the Council will like.”“Get to the point, then,&r