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

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

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

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. 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