Somewhere between Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil and Colombia
All 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
Washington, USAThe 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
Tel Aviv, Israel.Justin had taken advantage of the fact that his friends were already drunk when he decided to leave the bar to find a quiet place to try to call his country. He had stolen one of his companions' jeeps and already was on the outskirts of Tel Aviv when he saw in the distance what appeared to be two missiles traveling through the Israeli sky, almost at the same time, and after a few seconds slightly take two different directions approaching the ground. Within seconds he heard a loud bang and saw a huge cloud of smoke and dust rise. In the bar he had heard one of his former colleagues say that the stolen missiles had already been launched against Iran, so he assumed that those that had just hit the city had been launched by Iran in response to the initial attack.He pulled off the road and stopped about two hundred yards from it in the middle of the barren landscape. It was already waning the afternoon. He took the satellite p
Tel Aviv, Israel. In an old shack built in the middle of the desert on the outskirts of Tel Aviv, the group of mercenaries who had lost their nuclear weapons regrouped around the commander of the operation and the rest of their companions, obfuscated by the audacity of the Israelis. The commander, an African-American man with an imposing presence, had just given the news to their client, throwing the satellite phone on the table he was sitting at. He looked closely at his men and after a few seconds that seemed like an eternity to everyone, he got up and said, resting his fists on the table:“Gentlemen, I have informed our client of the latest events, and to my surprise, he has taken it very well, to the point that he has ordered us to leave the country immediately.”“¿And the rest of the payment?” One of the men asked.“The rest of the money is being deposited at the moment in the accounts of e
Tel Aviv, Israel.The five men had talked animatedly for a few minutes in one of the rooms of the old house on the outskirts of town. Abinadab was outside waiting, heard a car stop in front of the house, looked out the window and saw three men coming out of it. He recognized them and hurried to open the door for them, letting them in. Prior to the closure he made sure there was no suspicious person on the street.“Where are they?” One of them asked.“In that room,” Abinadab pointed to one of the rooms. The three men entered the room and found the other Israelis sitting on the floor in a rug, immediately ending the conversation.“Our friends, the gringos!” One of them said, the leader of the group. “Come on! Come on! Sit down with us.”The newcomers sat down next to them.“We heard there was a problem with the missiles,” the American leader said in
Washington, USA.Collins could hardly fall asleep, but he did not sleep enough because before dawn he was awakened by an urgent call from the Secretary General and Chairman of the NATO Military Committee, the Englishman Frederick Williamson, and Italian Admiral Guido Martinengo, respectively. Upon reaching the telepresence room, he found both characters on either side of the big screen in front of him."I apologize for being late, gentlemen," justified Collins, sitting in the chair behind the large table in the center of the room. “Has NATO already taken a position on the conflict in the Middle East?”"Greetings, Mr. President," Williamson told him. “We are calling you to inform you that Turkey has asked the Council to activate security and defense protocols for its nation, arguing that it could soon be the target of attacks by Israel.”“I understand that Turkey is already mobilizing its troops. W
Chihuahuan Desert, Texas, USA.The night before had been too busy in the complex and Hansen could not sleep well, worried about the constant arrival of more guests. When he was about to go out for breakfast, there was a knock on his room door; he opened it and was met by the smiling figure of Harvey. This time Hansen thought it was a forced smile."Mr. Richmond is waiting for you in his private study. Please follow me.”“You hadn’t told me that he had a private study.”“I didn’t it because it isn’t available to you.” Harvey said solemnly as they descended the stairs. “Besides Mr. Richmond’s room, of course.”Hansen found that comment a bit rude, but understood he was in no position to reply, at least not yet. They went through the spacious living room to the southwest corner and they found a kind of corridor, also wide, which ended in a kind of reading ro
Washington, USA.The press conference had not been easy for Collins. They literally peppered him with questions as soon as he stepped onto the press room and, although he expected it, he was not fully prepared to face the suspicion of journalists, and even more so when the only suspects in the attacks were dead. At first, he tried to focus on his government's efforts to end the national emergency due to the attacks, but could not, since one of the journalists asked him for his opinion about what was happening in the Middle East and only said that his diplomatic corps was in talks with several countries to avoid a war in the region, and the whole press conference went there. He expressed surprise at Israel's nuclear weapons and the theft of them, and commented he had offered help to find them.“Do you think they can find them before they are used by those who stole them, as for example, against the USA, hypothetically speaking?&rdqu
Chihuahuan Desert, Texas, USA.That night at dinner, Karen was concerned about what Hansen had revealed to her, who noticed that she did not take her eyes off Gilbert. It was true that he was not very talkative, but somehow Joseph managed to make him talk to him and feel comfortable with his presence. Sometimes he would look at her for a few seconds and Karen thought he had the same look as her son, but a little more enigmatic and penetrating, and also intimidating, or at least that was the impression he gave her. Perhaps she was conditioned by what she had just learned. She also watched Donna from time to time, wondering how a woman could deal with the fact that she had the antichrist himself for a son, and do nothing. Maybe she didn't know, and if she did, it was her maternal instinct, she told herself, preventing her from suffocating him at night with a pillow or doing something much worse to him. In one of her musings, she even asked how th
Valencia, Venezuela.Scott had managed to reach the bus terminal located on the outskirts of the city of Valencia and immediately looked for a taxi to take him to a hotel, where he would hide for a day or two waiting for the response from the NSA, which he expected. It means doing the same thing he was doing now: trying to leave the country. The city of Valencia is one of the closest to the capital that also has an international airport, the Arturo Michelena, avoiding using the main one in Caracas in Maiquetía, where security measures would be much stricter in case they were looking for him. In situations like that, the agency never recommended staying in the country, unless it needed more information to corroborate or verify the information sent initially and the agent was not in danger of being discovered, which almost never happened. He thought that at that precise moment all the agency's resources would be aimed at finding the milita
The Vatican, Vatican City State.Cardinals Agnello and Nitti were concerned about the pope's mood; since the Swiss Guard officers notified him that they could not locate Dr. Hansen and the clone boy in Argentina, his demeanor has turned taciturn and pensive. They never imagined the matter would affect them in such a way to the point of worrying them.Benito was locked up in his office all morning after asking not to be disturbed and he didn't go out at noon for lunch, so they decided to go see how he was. They knocked on the door and in a few seconds they opened and entered."I asked not to be disturbed," he said, sitting in the wide armchair with his back to the desk, looking through the large window at part of the vast Vatican gardens. He looked tired. Cardinal Agnello was the first to approach him.“Your Holiness, we are concerned for you,” he said, settling close to him, next to the desk. “You haven&rs