McDonald calls her team leader. “Jim, I really want to find out if our Melanie might be an Iranian agent. Things are falling into place. Our possible leak may have opened up the flood gates.”
“I still have Jane working on it,” Stewart says, “but I can give her another person or two to dig a little quicker.”
“Jim, this is vital. I cannot express how crucial I feel this connection is. I may be wrong, but my intuition tells me I’m not.”
“I’ll take care of it and confirm what you’re looking for, one way or the other, as soon as I can, Allison.”
“Jim, thanks.” Then she adds, “Please be very sure of your facts before you call me.”
Monday, December 21, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Chapter Seventy-Seven Same Week
At nearly nine o’clock at night, the vice president receives a call from the administration’s chief of staff.
“Pat, we have a problem,” Maria Sterling says tersely. “Are you free to talk?”
“Yes, my wife and the kids are upstairs. What kind of problem, Maria?”
“The kind of problem that we could lose our jobs over, maybe even go to jail.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“Hell, no,” she responds angrily. “Why do you think I’m calling you right now.”
“What happened?”
“Scott Brubaker just called me at home. He says he had dinner with a congressional investigator – who wanted to verify that we are going to war.”
“Jesus H. Christ!”
“Pat, we have a problem,” Maria Sterling says tersely. “Are you free to talk?”
“Yes, my wife and the kids are upstairs. What kind of problem, Maria?”
“The kind of problem that we could lose our jobs over, maybe even go to jail.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“Hell, no,” she responds angrily. “Why do you think I’m calling you right now.”
“What happened?”
“Scott Brubaker just called me at home. He says he had dinner with a congressional investigator – who wanted to verify that we are going to war.”
“Jesus H. Christ!”
Monday, December 14, 2009
What it takes to sell books
Getting your title, book bio and your name in front of as many people as possible is the key to marketing your books.
Having them online is nice but people need to know who you are. I have found success in doing book signings, Rotary and Kiwanis presentations, three live radio interviews, a cable TV program that ran for a month, on display in the International Book Fair in Miami the month of November. Two more shows already booked for 2010.
All of this, plus getting a great professional review and excellent reader reviews.
Now, I start to expand my marketing outside of New Hampshire to continue its success.
Happy Holidays to everyone! I am currently writing different kinds of books; which are already in the works.
Joe
Having them online is nice but people need to know who you are. I have found success in doing book signings, Rotary and Kiwanis presentations, three live radio interviews, a cable TV program that ran for a month, on display in the International Book Fair in Miami the month of November. Two more shows already booked for 2010.
All of this, plus getting a great professional review and excellent reader reviews.
Now, I start to expand my marketing outside of New Hampshire to continue its success.
Happy Holidays to everyone! I am currently writing different kinds of books; which are already in the works.
Joe
Chapter Seventy-Six Jibril Atwan's Death
“Prime Minister, the president of the United States is calling on a secure line. You can take it on line three,” says his secretary.
“Thank you.”
Smiling, Yaakov says, “Mr. President, to what do I owe this occasion – and why the secure line, may I ask?”
“Yaakov, I wish I could say it’s nothing, that I was just calling to pass along some good news. However, it’s not good, or at least we have reason to believe it’s not good.”
“What’s not so good?” Yaakov begins to frown.
“Within the last twenty-four hours, five of the six Iranian Kilos of have departed Bandar Abbas. We have never seen more than two ever leave at any one time. Based on what you and I’ve been observing, we are concerned they are putting battle plans into action.”
“Why five and not all six?”
“Our intelligence tells us that the sixth has a prop bearing problem. They have to wait for spare parts from Russia.” President Egan hesitates to say anything about Whispering.
“You found out about the repair problem in twenty-four hours? That’s damn good intelligence. What else are you hearing you might want to share?”
Yaakov Brumwell misses nothing. “We are getting word that they are going to replace twelve currently built Shahab missiles with different warheads.”
“Shit, I knew it,” Yaakov says. “They’ve developed enough enriched uranium to make twelve nuclear warheads. Now the real game begins. This fits with information we have learned recently. Do you know of a Jibril Atwan?”
“I believe I’ve seen his name in reports, but no, not really.”
“Atwan is – was – an advisor to their supreme leader. It seems that he has been spending time in both the Gaza Strip and Lebanon. This is highly unusual – to the best of our knowledge, he has never left Iran before.
“Why is he so special all of a sudden?”
“Thank you.”
Smiling, Yaakov says, “Mr. President, to what do I owe this occasion – and why the secure line, may I ask?”
“Yaakov, I wish I could say it’s nothing, that I was just calling to pass along some good news. However, it’s not good, or at least we have reason to believe it’s not good.”
“What’s not so good?” Yaakov begins to frown.
“Within the last twenty-four hours, five of the six Iranian Kilos of have departed Bandar Abbas. We have never seen more than two ever leave at any one time. Based on what you and I’ve been observing, we are concerned they are putting battle plans into action.”
“Why five and not all six?”
“Our intelligence tells us that the sixth has a prop bearing problem. They have to wait for spare parts from Russia.” President Egan hesitates to say anything about Whispering.
“You found out about the repair problem in twenty-four hours? That’s damn good intelligence. What else are you hearing you might want to share?”
Yaakov Brumwell misses nothing. “We are getting word that they are going to replace twelve currently built Shahab missiles with different warheads.”
“Shit, I knew it,” Yaakov says. “They’ve developed enough enriched uranium to make twelve nuclear warheads. Now the real game begins. This fits with information we have learned recently. Do you know of a Jibril Atwan?”
“I believe I’ve seen his name in reports, but no, not really.”
“Atwan is – was – an advisor to their supreme leader. It seems that he has been spending time in both the Gaza Strip and Lebanon. This is highly unusual – to the best of our knowledge, he has never left Iran before.
“Why is he so special all of a sudden?”
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Chapter Seventy-Five Thursday That Same Week
Usually the last to arrive, President Egan is currently the only one sitting in the Situation Room, going over his thoughts once more before his military leaders arrive. This is no time to be indecisive, yet he must also be absolutely certain that he isn’t jumping the gun and unintentionally starting a world war.
He picks up the secure phone in front of him and dials NSA Director John Walker on a speed dial already set up for him. “John, President Egan. I’m glad you’re up at this hour. What’s the latest you’re getting on our Whispering reports?”
“With the Kilos departed, I haven’t been to bed yet, suh. There’s nothin’ unusual in this mornin’s reports, just what we’d expect – except we did intercept ordahs to have the main propellah bearin’ replaced in that one Kilo remainin’ behind, so now we know why it’s still there. A reply message said that the parts’ll have to be ordahed from the Russians. Seems they have no inventory on that item.”
“Are you getting any messages indicating military movement, John?”
“No, suh, we are not. However, their missile people are tellin’ the military that it’ll take four weeks for them to redo the warheads in the last dozen they manufactured.”
“Redo the warheads? What do you make of that, John? Those are land based missiles, correct?”
“To answer your first question, suh, we’re not sure what they mean by ‘redoin’ the warheads.’ However, our gut feelin’s that they’re plannin’ some type of military confrontation usin’ both land-based missiles, as well as their five operating Kilos.” John just let the rest of the statement hang in mid-air.
“Do you have a launch date, or anything we can hang our hats on, to make a strategic decision, John?”
“No, suh, I do not. Right now that’s the best I can give you, Mr. Pres’dent.”
He picks up the secure phone in front of him and dials NSA Director John Walker on a speed dial already set up for him. “John, President Egan. I’m glad you’re up at this hour. What’s the latest you’re getting on our Whispering reports?”
“With the Kilos departed, I haven’t been to bed yet, suh. There’s nothin’ unusual in this mornin’s reports, just what we’d expect – except we did intercept ordahs to have the main propellah bearin’ replaced in that one Kilo remainin’ behind, so now we know why it’s still there. A reply message said that the parts’ll have to be ordahed from the Russians. Seems they have no inventory on that item.”
“Are you getting any messages indicating military movement, John?”
“No, suh, we are not. However, their missile people are tellin’ the military that it’ll take four weeks for them to redo the warheads in the last dozen they manufactured.”
“Redo the warheads? What do you make of that, John? Those are land based missiles, correct?”
“To answer your first question, suh, we’re not sure what they mean by ‘redoin’ the warheads.’ However, our gut feelin’s that they’re plannin’ some type of military confrontation usin’ both land-based missiles, as well as their five operating Kilos.” John just let the rest of the statement hang in mid-air.
“Do you have a launch date, or anything we can hang our hats on, to make a strategic decision, John?”
“No, suh, I do not. Right now that’s the best I can give you, Mr. Pres’dent.”
Monday, December 7, 2009
Chapter Seventy-Four That Same Day
President Egan takes the call from John Walker.
“Mr. Pres’dent, I need to inform you,” John says, his tone stiff and formal, “that we have satellite ev’dence that five Kilos have gone missin’ from their berths in Bandar Abbas, since just before dawn this mornin’, suh.”
“Shit, this is just what I was afraid was going to happen,” the president replies, throwing formality to the winds. “Why do you think the sixth one’s still there?”
“We don’t really know yet, suh.”
“Thank you for calling, John. I’ll take it from here.”
“Admiral Smith, the president is on the line,” says the admiral’s staff secretary.
“Bob, we just got word that five of the six Kilos in Iran have left their berths. I want you to work up how quickly they could make it to our shores.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Mr. Pres’dent, I need to inform you,” John says, his tone stiff and formal, “that we have satellite ev’dence that five Kilos have gone missin’ from their berths in Bandar Abbas, since just before dawn this mornin’, suh.”
“Shit, this is just what I was afraid was going to happen,” the president replies, throwing formality to the winds. “Why do you think the sixth one’s still there?”
“We don’t really know yet, suh.”
“Thank you for calling, John. I’ll take it from here.”
“Admiral Smith, the president is on the line,” says the admiral’s staff secretary.
“Bob, we just got word that five of the six Kilos in Iran have left their berths. I want you to work up how quickly they could make it to our shores.”
“Yes, sir!”
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Chapter Seventy-Three Tuesday After Labor Day
“Aziz,” says Ahmajid, “your missiles are finally complete. They will be loaded aboard your vessels in the next two days. Do you see any problems with your crews departing on the third day?”
“Number 106 has developed a bearing problem in her prop, which will need to be repaired before she can get underway. Otherwise it could seize up, and the noise alone will let everyone know where she is. The other five are being loaded with supplies as we speak. How long do you expect them to be out to sea on this operation? I need to know how much to load them with, in terms of supplies.”
Mahmoud replies, “Provision them with supplies for ninety days. That should carry them through comfortably.”
“You know, Mr. President, our submarines have never been out that long before,” Aziz points out. “That long a time can create a major strain on the crews.”
“They are Iranians and submariners both. I am confident that they will be able to handle their assignments,” says Ahmajid. “They will depart as soon as they are properly loaded.”
This guy, thinks Aziz, may be the Supreme Leader, but he doesn’t understand shit about what I’m talking about. I know the stresses these men will go through.
“You have told me that they will be attacking the United States. Who, may I ask, is assigning the targets?” As if I didn’t already know.
“Number 106 has developed a bearing problem in her prop, which will need to be repaired before she can get underway. Otherwise it could seize up, and the noise alone will let everyone know where she is. The other five are being loaded with supplies as we speak. How long do you expect them to be out to sea on this operation? I need to know how much to load them with, in terms of supplies.”
Mahmoud replies, “Provision them with supplies for ninety days. That should carry them through comfortably.”
“You know, Mr. President, our submarines have never been out that long before,” Aziz points out. “That long a time can create a major strain on the crews.”
“They are Iranians and submariners both. I am confident that they will be able to handle their assignments,” says Ahmajid. “They will depart as soon as they are properly loaded.”
This guy, thinks Aziz, may be the Supreme Leader, but he doesn’t understand shit about what I’m talking about. I know the stresses these men will go through.
“You have told me that they will be attacking the United States. Who, may I ask, is assigning the targets?” As if I didn’t already know.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Book Signing in Manchester New Hampshire
At the Manchester Historic Association Annual Open House held on December 5th at 200 Bedford St., Manchester, Joe will be signing books purchased from 10:00 am to 4:00 pm. At 1:30 he will be doing a presentation on his novel "Behind The Lies." Admission is free for this event and the public is welcome to attend to see Joe's first novel along with some other authors. We look forward to your attending this annual event. You can view the website www.joesmiga.com to get an idea of what the book is about and also to read reviews posted on the site.
Chapter Seventy-Two End of July
Ahmed Rassi, chief engineer at the missile manufacturing facility, receives a call from his president.
“Ahmed, what’s the delay? We were expecting twelve cruise missiles to be completed in three months. It is now three-and-a-half months and you have only supplied eight.”
“President Mahmoud,” says a decidedly nervous Ahmed, “you ordered us to have twelve Shahab missiles ready for you by the end of this month. And then you ordered twelve new cruise missiles with the modifications the navy requests and you want them two weeks ago. I’m not playing with a product that you just throw together. Not only are the components sometimes difficult to obtain, the manufacturing process of the units themselves takes time, even without all the necessary changes the navy ordered. We have tried our best to meet your orders. You now have ten of the Shahab missiles ready, plus eight of the cruise missiles. We have done our very best to satisfy you, but we cannot pull missiles out of thin air.”
“When will you have the six remaining missiles ready?”
“I can promise you that they will be ready in four weeks, sir.”
“How long will it take your technicians to install the nuclear materials in each warhead after you have all the missiles I require?”
“Sir, we are currently installing the nuclear materials in each warhead of the missiles we’ve already built, and will continue to do so as each of the remainder is finished. All twenty-four will be ready at the end of four weeks.”
“Ahmed, let me be clear,” says Mahmoud quietly. “You have no longer than four weeks. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, I understand,” Ahmed replies mournfully. I am a dead man if my people cannot pull off the impossible. The ignorance of these people! What do they know about manufacturing times and material deliveries? They seem to think that just because they say it is so, then things will appear as if by magic.
“Ahmed, what’s the delay? We were expecting twelve cruise missiles to be completed in three months. It is now three-and-a-half months and you have only supplied eight.”
“President Mahmoud,” says a decidedly nervous Ahmed, “you ordered us to have twelve Shahab missiles ready for you by the end of this month. And then you ordered twelve new cruise missiles with the modifications the navy requests and you want them two weeks ago. I’m not playing with a product that you just throw together. Not only are the components sometimes difficult to obtain, the manufacturing process of the units themselves takes time, even without all the necessary changes the navy ordered. We have tried our best to meet your orders. You now have ten of the Shahab missiles ready, plus eight of the cruise missiles. We have done our very best to satisfy you, but we cannot pull missiles out of thin air.”
“When will you have the six remaining missiles ready?”
“I can promise you that they will be ready in four weeks, sir.”
“How long will it take your technicians to install the nuclear materials in each warhead after you have all the missiles I require?”
“Sir, we are currently installing the nuclear materials in each warhead of the missiles we’ve already built, and will continue to do so as each of the remainder is finished. All twenty-four will be ready at the end of four weeks.”
“Ahmed, let me be clear,” says Mahmoud quietly. “You have no longer than four weeks. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, I understand,” Ahmed replies mournfully. I am a dead man if my people cannot pull off the impossible. The ignorance of these people! What do they know about manufacturing times and material deliveries? They seem to think that just because they say it is so, then things will appear as if by magic.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Chapter Seventy-One Middle of June
Three floors below the ground level, a special ops team consisting of Jim Stewart, Tony Romano and Jane St. John are sitting at a table discussing their current assignment.
“Before we get started, how about some coffee?” Stewart suggests.
“Okay, with a little milk for me,” says St. John. Romano passes. Stewart brings two cups to the table.
Sitting down, he begins, “As you know, I met with Scott Brubaker last week. I suggested the Wild Rooster to him, since that was where he met his lady friend while I was observing him. The fact that I proposed the Wild Rooster seemed to have no effect on him, so I can’t be sure whether or not she plays a role in what we’re looking for.
“During our dinner meeting he told me that he could not divulge his sources, that he only passes on information he feels is of interest to the public. He allowed that some of what he reports may only be disinformation. Or as we call it, bullshit to blind-side the enemy.
“He remained cordial even after I made him aware that the congressional committee seeking this information could call him before an inquiry panel and that, if he chose to plea the fifth, they could put pressure on his employer. After dinner I said we might have to meet again if the committee felt it necessary. He didn’t seem to have a problem with that.”
“Cool character,” Romano comments. “But the media thinks they’re above the law anyway.” Stewart shakes his head at this comment.
“Mr. Cool may not be so cool after all,” he goes on. “A team bugged his home phone while we had dinner. It appears he called the White House late last night and left an unusual voice message for someone there. I don’t know who yet, but I’ll lay you odds it’s either his source or close to it. I need to check who has that extension.”
“What did the message say?” St. John asks. “Did it make any sense?”
“Word for word: Congress is making inquiries. I need protection.”
“Protection from what?”
“Before we get started, how about some coffee?” Stewart suggests.
“Okay, with a little milk for me,” says St. John. Romano passes. Stewart brings two cups to the table.
Sitting down, he begins, “As you know, I met with Scott Brubaker last week. I suggested the Wild Rooster to him, since that was where he met his lady friend while I was observing him. The fact that I proposed the Wild Rooster seemed to have no effect on him, so I can’t be sure whether or not she plays a role in what we’re looking for.
“During our dinner meeting he told me that he could not divulge his sources, that he only passes on information he feels is of interest to the public. He allowed that some of what he reports may only be disinformation. Or as we call it, bullshit to blind-side the enemy.
“He remained cordial even after I made him aware that the congressional committee seeking this information could call him before an inquiry panel and that, if he chose to plea the fifth, they could put pressure on his employer. After dinner I said we might have to meet again if the committee felt it necessary. He didn’t seem to have a problem with that.”
“Cool character,” Romano comments. “But the media thinks they’re above the law anyway.” Stewart shakes his head at this comment.
“Mr. Cool may not be so cool after all,” he goes on. “A team bugged his home phone while we had dinner. It appears he called the White House late last night and left an unusual voice message for someone there. I don’t know who yet, but I’ll lay you odds it’s either his source or close to it. I need to check who has that extension.”
“What did the message say?” St. John asks. “Did it make any sense?”
“Word for word: Congress is making inquiries. I need protection.”
“Protection from what?”
Monday, November 23, 2009
Third Live Radio Interview
Charlie Sherman of Manchester NH's WGIR AM 610, interviewed Joe on his radio program from 8:00 to 9:00 AM on Monday, November 23rd about the book, "Behind The Lies."
Chapter Seventy End of May
As the Admiral enters the president’s office, both Ahmajid and Mahmoud stand to greet him. “Admiral, we were just talking about what you might have to report today. We hope that you have good news for us,” says Mahmoud.
Taking a chair in front of the president’s desk next to the one in which Ahmajid is sitting, Aziz settles down, pulls a binder from his briefcase and sets it on the president’s desk.
“The navy wishes to advise you, sir, that all six of our Kilos are ready to depart on whatever mission you ask of us. The only thing that may delay that mission is the problems we encountered trying to improve the firing and telemetry of the new missiles you supplied us.”
“What problems?” asks Ahmajid, his eyes flashing angrily. “Jibril’s reports said we were making good headway with those missiles.”
“Fadil, it is not a problem on our end. Your engineers did a good job of modifying those missiles and making sure we could fire them. However, Russian tolerances in their submarines and the precision characteristics we require sometimes can be a world apart.” The look on Ahmajid’s face at this news doesn’t daunt the admiral. He has faced far angrier men in his lifetime.
Taking a chair in front of the president’s desk next to the one in which Ahmajid is sitting, Aziz settles down, pulls a binder from his briefcase and sets it on the president’s desk.
“The navy wishes to advise you, sir, that all six of our Kilos are ready to depart on whatever mission you ask of us. The only thing that may delay that mission is the problems we encountered trying to improve the firing and telemetry of the new missiles you supplied us.”
“What problems?” asks Ahmajid, his eyes flashing angrily. “Jibril’s reports said we were making good headway with those missiles.”
“Fadil, it is not a problem on our end. Your engineers did a good job of modifying those missiles and making sure we could fire them. However, Russian tolerances in their submarines and the precision characteristics we require sometimes can be a world apart.” The look on Ahmajid’s face at this news doesn’t daunt the admiral. He has faced far angrier men in his lifetime.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Calling Tom Clancey fans:
Lisa Parsons of Hippo Press here in Manchester NH started her book report article on "Behind The Lies," in the above manner. She goes on to say: Joe Smiga, of Manchester, has written a military thriller about Iranian submarines attacking the United States in 2010. You can read excerpts and order this book (autographed, if you choose) at his website, www.joesmiga.com.
Thank you Lisa.
Thank you Lisa.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Chapter Sixty-Nine Last Week of April
The five members of the Guardian Council sit down for their meeting. In the silence, one could hear a pin drop. Each one looking solemn, no one wants to be the first to speak about what’s on all their minds: what might have happened to Atwan.
Finally, Farook speaks. “Well what does our esteemed president have to say about losing Jibril, Fadil?”
Evading the question, Ahmajid replies, “Hezbollah has no answer for us as to how he drowned. There were no signs of foul play when they found him.”
“Fadil, I may be an Imam but I am not totally ignorant to the ways of the world,” Farook bristles. “Jibril wasn’t in the habit of going swimming with his clothes on. As a matter of fact, I happen to know that Jibril hated swimming. Either we have a traitor within Hezbollah or a major assassination by the Israelis.”
“Unfortunately, we can never know what really happened,” Ahmajid replies with a fatalistic shrug. “We do have some reports from Jibril, but he was extremely cautious making contact.
Finally, Farook speaks. “Well what does our esteemed president have to say about losing Jibril, Fadil?”
Evading the question, Ahmajid replies, “Hezbollah has no answer for us as to how he drowned. There were no signs of foul play when they found him.”
“Fadil, I may be an Imam but I am not totally ignorant to the ways of the world,” Farook bristles. “Jibril wasn’t in the habit of going swimming with his clothes on. As a matter of fact, I happen to know that Jibril hated swimming. Either we have a traitor within Hezbollah or a major assassination by the Israelis.”
“Unfortunately, we can never know what really happened,” Ahmajid replies with a fatalistic shrug. “We do have some reports from Jibril, but he was extremely cautious making contact.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Chapter Sixty-Eight End of March
While reading the current issue of the Washington Post, Feroz comes across a short article hinting that the United States is preparing for war with Iran. “Asim, look at this. The Post must have a source within the government that’s feeding it military information.”
“Why do you say that, Feroz?”
“You know as well as I that the Post will print any leaks it can get its hands on. Two weeks ago, I read a small blurb just like this one,” he remarks, pointing to a paragraph in a column of political tidbits and trivia, “saying that it’s possible that the United States and Iran could to go to war over the nuclear enrichment issue.”
Asim shakes his head. “Sounds like a lot of conjecture to me, Feroz. I don’t think it’s any big deal.”
“I thought so too, when I read the first piece. But now I read this. They are saying war is ‘highly probable’ between the two countries.”
“You think it’s a leak from the administration? We haven’t picked up anything like that from any of our contacts in Congress or from anyone here in the U.N.”
“I know, it’s just that I feel the Post has something it’s trying to get out, and that this is the safest way they can do it.”
“Feroz, put your supposition into a report and let headquarters have someone contact the Post to see if they can learn who the source is. That’s the safest way for us to handle it. Personally, I don’t think their president has the balls.” Asim laughs.
“Why do you say that, Feroz?”
“You know as well as I that the Post will print any leaks it can get its hands on. Two weeks ago, I read a small blurb just like this one,” he remarks, pointing to a paragraph in a column of political tidbits and trivia, “saying that it’s possible that the United States and Iran could to go to war over the nuclear enrichment issue.”
Asim shakes his head. “Sounds like a lot of conjecture to me, Feroz. I don’t think it’s any big deal.”
“I thought so too, when I read the first piece. But now I read this. They are saying war is ‘highly probable’ between the two countries.”
“You think it’s a leak from the administration? We haven’t picked up anything like that from any of our contacts in Congress or from anyone here in the U.N.”
“I know, it’s just that I feel the Post has something it’s trying to get out, and that this is the safest way they can do it.”
“Feroz, put your supposition into a report and let headquarters have someone contact the Post to see if they can learn who the source is. That’s the safest way for us to handle it. Personally, I don’t think their president has the balls.” Asim laughs.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Chapter Sixty-Seven End of February
President Khasanjani then leaves the podium and takes his seat.
Conversation erupts on all sides among the various members of the General Assembly. It would appear that Khasanjani’s message has made a very clear point: either you give us what we want, or somehow, someone will pay the consequences. Some members would do anything to avoid conflict. Others are tired of being pushed around by leaders like Khasanjani.
Mary O’Rourke gets up from her seat. She turns and thanks the president of Iran for his presentation. Then she stands before the great assembly. “You are the representatives of our world body. We need to hear from you regarding Iran’s request to eliminate the current sanctions. We will reconvene in three hours. I hope that will give you sufficient time to make your decisions.”
Members jump to their feet and leave quickly, off to contact their governments as to how they should vote on this unexpected state of affairs.
Mary watches them clear the hall. I knew I sensed trouble, but dear heavens, not this. I wonder what the final outcome will be.
Conversation erupts on all sides among the various members of the General Assembly. It would appear that Khasanjani’s message has made a very clear point: either you give us what we want, or somehow, someone will pay the consequences. Some members would do anything to avoid conflict. Others are tired of being pushed around by leaders like Khasanjani.
Mary O’Rourke gets up from her seat. She turns and thanks the president of Iran for his presentation. Then she stands before the great assembly. “You are the representatives of our world body. We need to hear from you regarding Iran’s request to eliminate the current sanctions. We will reconvene in three hours. I hope that will give you sufficient time to make your decisions.”
Members jump to their feet and leave quickly, off to contact their governments as to how they should vote on this unexpected state of affairs.
Mary watches them clear the hall. I knew I sensed trouble, but dear heavens, not this. I wonder what the final outcome will be.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Miami Internation Book Fair
"Behind The Lies," will be featured, in the Xlibris booth, at the Miami International Book Fair beginning Friday, November 13th and ending Sunday afternoon November 15th. Over 100,000 visitors are expected to pass through the 26th annual book fair. The audience contains, book lovers, agents, publishers, media personnel and other related individuals.
Chapter Sixty-Six Middle of February
The president is livid. In all the years she has worked for him, his secretary has never heard him use the tone of voice she’s hearing.
“Janet, I want the chairman of the joint chiefs, the national security director and the director of the CIA in the Oval Office at 1:00 this afternoon. No excuses.”
Whoa, something’s going on. She can’t put a finger on it right now, but she does know she wouldn’t want to have to answer for it.
Fifteen minutes later she has replies from the three, who will all be there. Even though she doesn’t understand the reason behind his tone of voice, she gives each of them a heads-up to be prepared for an unpleasant meeting.
“Janet, I want the chairman of the joint chiefs, the national security director and the director of the CIA in the Oval Office at 1:00 this afternoon. No excuses.”
Whoa, something’s going on. She can’t put a finger on it right now, but she does know she wouldn’t want to have to answer for it.
Fifteen minutes later she has replies from the three, who will all be there. Even though she doesn’t understand the reason behind his tone of voice, she gives each of them a heads-up to be prepared for an unpleasant meeting.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Chapter Sixty-Five The Same Week
“Pat, this whole thing, a pre-emptive strike on Iran, is wrong. I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep since the president shared his plans with us and told us to keep a lid on it.”
“Maria, he hasn’t said he’s definitely going to war,” the vice president reminds her. “The way I see it, he’s making plans in case we have no choice but to go to war.”
“I hear you,” Sterling says, “speaking like a true-blue vice president. Remember, it’s me you’re talking to, not the media.”
“Maria, we have good intelligence coming from Whispering. This is something we can’t ignore. Besides, the Israelis are providing us with additional intelligence that certainly seems to confirm everything we have.”
“Why shouldn’t they, Pat? They’re no fools. They’ll get the full might and muscle of the United States to fight a war that’s really their war.”
“Maria, are you being objective? Or do I sense a touch of anti-Semitism in your thinking?”
Sterling stops and does some soul-searching. “Maybe,” she admits. “I’ve never trusted Jews. However, this isn’t just about Israel. We’ve just gotten out of Iraq, and that was a debacle. This could be a hell of a lot worse. I don’t want to sound paranoid, but it isn’t much of a stretch of the imagination to see this battle being brought to our shores this time. Not to mention that the political fallout from this could be the end of our party.”
Pat Devonshire hesitates a few moments before he responds. “Are you suggesting that we let it get out?”
“Maria, he hasn’t said he’s definitely going to war,” the vice president reminds her. “The way I see it, he’s making plans in case we have no choice but to go to war.”
“I hear you,” Sterling says, “speaking like a true-blue vice president. Remember, it’s me you’re talking to, not the media.”
“Maria, we have good intelligence coming from Whispering. This is something we can’t ignore. Besides, the Israelis are providing us with additional intelligence that certainly seems to confirm everything we have.”
“Why shouldn’t they, Pat? They’re no fools. They’ll get the full might and muscle of the United States to fight a war that’s really their war.”
“Maria, are you being objective? Or do I sense a touch of anti-Semitism in your thinking?”
Sterling stops and does some soul-searching. “Maybe,” she admits. “I’ve never trusted Jews. However, this isn’t just about Israel. We’ve just gotten out of Iraq, and that was a debacle. This could be a hell of a lot worse. I don’t want to sound paranoid, but it isn’t much of a stretch of the imagination to see this battle being brought to our shores this time. Not to mention that the political fallout from this could be the end of our party.”
Pat Devonshire hesitates a few moments before he responds. “Are you suggesting that we let it get out?”
Monday, November 2, 2009
Chapter Sixty-Four Early February
“Thank you Admiral,” Hargrove says. “General?”
“Certainly,” Bradley says, then launches into his presentation. “Mr. President, when we’re good and sure that the air’s clear of our missiles, our B-2A stealth bombers, taking off from Diego Garcia, will make a run on the designated targets you choose to eliminate the Iranian hierarchy. We’ll use pin-point laser-guided bombs, designed to penetrate concrete before they explode.”
“General, how will you know whether or not you’ll be dealing with anti-aircraft missile sites still remaining?” the president asks.
“Sir, after talking with both the directors of the CIA and the NSA, we’ve been assured that we’ll have second-to-second coverage of Tehran, and most all of Iran, for a full twelve hours when we need it. With our B-2As, we plan to eradicate the government of Iran. Remember, sir, the B-2A is the most advanced aircraft in the world. They don’t call them stealth bombers for nothing.”
“I hear you, James, but you and I aren’t the pilots sitting in those cockpits.” The president then looks to General Sanford to continue. “Victor, what do you want to add to this proposal?”
“Certainly,” Bradley says, then launches into his presentation. “Mr. President, when we’re good and sure that the air’s clear of our missiles, our B-2A stealth bombers, taking off from Diego Garcia, will make a run on the designated targets you choose to eliminate the Iranian hierarchy. We’ll use pin-point laser-guided bombs, designed to penetrate concrete before they explode.”
“General, how will you know whether or not you’ll be dealing with anti-aircraft missile sites still remaining?” the president asks.
“Sir, after talking with both the directors of the CIA and the NSA, we’ve been assured that we’ll have second-to-second coverage of Tehran, and most all of Iran, for a full twelve hours when we need it. With our B-2As, we plan to eradicate the government of Iran. Remember, sir, the B-2A is the most advanced aircraft in the world. They don’t call them stealth bombers for nothing.”
“I hear you, James, but you and I aren’t the pilots sitting in those cockpits.” The president then looks to General Sanford to continue. “Victor, what do you want to add to this proposal?”
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Chapter Sixty-Three Assassination
It takes three days for Israeli Mossad agents working in Lebanon to locate Atwan. No one back at headquarters is surprised to be told he’s spending time with known leaders of Hezbollah.
The fifth week that Atwan is in Lebanon, one of the agents learns from one of his informants that Atwan is talking about a joint attack of Hezbollah and Hamas on Israel. His plan is simple: have Hezbollah strike along the whole northern border of Israel and Hamas strike along the whole Gaza strip simultaneously. According to his source, no date had yet been set as to when this is to take place.
Wattenberg doesn’t even hang up the phone after receiving this information. Cradling the receiver on his shoulder, he breaks the connection and immediately puts a call through to the prime minister. When he gets him on the phone, he quickly tells him what his agent has just reported.
“Do you believe this information to be true, Ariel?”
“Yes, Yaakov, I do. This information plus the amount of time that Atwan is spending with each group lends credence to what we’ve found out.”
“What do you plan to do, Ariel?”
“Well, our choices are that we can do nothing and just continue to monitor both groups to see if we can learn more without their realizing we know anything.”
“That’s just one choice,” Yaakov says. “What’s another choice?”
The fifth week that Atwan is in Lebanon, one of the agents learns from one of his informants that Atwan is talking about a joint attack of Hezbollah and Hamas on Israel. His plan is simple: have Hezbollah strike along the whole northern border of Israel and Hamas strike along the whole Gaza strip simultaneously. According to his source, no date had yet been set as to when this is to take place.
Wattenberg doesn’t even hang up the phone after receiving this information. Cradling the receiver on his shoulder, he breaks the connection and immediately puts a call through to the prime minister. When he gets him on the phone, he quickly tells him what his agent has just reported.
“Do you believe this information to be true, Ariel?”
“Yes, Yaakov, I do. This information plus the amount of time that Atwan is spending with each group lends credence to what we’ve found out.”
“What do you plan to do, Ariel?”
“Well, our choices are that we can do nothing and just continue to monitor both groups to see if we can learn more without their realizing we know anything.”
“That’s just one choice,” Yaakov says. “What’s another choice?”
Monday, October 26, 2009
Chapter Sixty-Two Creating Fear
Standing before a crowd of thousands in the Iranian capital of Tehran, President Mahmoud Khasajani announces to the world, “Iran is coming closer to its destined position in the world. We will unite the Muslim world. We will fight the Zionist. We will conquer the land of Israel. Then the United States will taste what it is like to be alone.”
The throng gathered in front of him, there by invitation in the form of bribery, erupts into wild cheering to such an extent that Mahmoud cannot continue his speech for a full five minutes.
When he’s finally able to resume, he tells them, “Allah be praised, as I stand before you this day, you will see all of this come about.”
Every word Mahmoud speaks is being transmitted over Al-Jazeera, BBC and CNN.
Analysts the world over wonder, and start writing about, what this saber-rattling and rhetoric might signify. Is it just clichés, something to whip up enthusiasm for a populace who has suffered long and hard under sanctions imposed by the West? Or is something deeper being revealed to the Iranian people?
Is the president preparing his nation for war, or is he still just a politician full of hot air?
Two days later, London experiences another subway bombing, again at rush hour. The 2005 bombings had resulted in fifty-two deaths; this bombing kills hundreds. No one claims responsibility for it. Scotland Yard receives only a one-sentence call, made from a phone booth by a man with an Arabic accent. All the man says is, “This is just the beginning – if you continue to side with the Great Satan.”
The throng gathered in front of him, there by invitation in the form of bribery, erupts into wild cheering to such an extent that Mahmoud cannot continue his speech for a full five minutes.
When he’s finally able to resume, he tells them, “Allah be praised, as I stand before you this day, you will see all of this come about.”
Every word Mahmoud speaks is being transmitted over Al-Jazeera, BBC and CNN.
Analysts the world over wonder, and start writing about, what this saber-rattling and rhetoric might signify. Is it just clichés, something to whip up enthusiasm for a populace who has suffered long and hard under sanctions imposed by the West? Or is something deeper being revealed to the Iranian people?
Is the president preparing his nation for war, or is he still just a politician full of hot air?
Two days later, London experiences another subway bombing, again at rush hour. The 2005 bombings had resulted in fifty-two deaths; this bombing kills hundreds. No one claims responsibility for it. Scotland Yard receives only a one-sentence call, made from a phone booth by a man with an Arabic accent. All the man says is, “This is just the beginning – if you continue to side with the Great Satan.”
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Live Radio Interview
Yesterday, Rahel and Sonia, co-hosts of a live talk show on WSMN 1590 AM, had Joe Smiga as a guest, discussing his novel, "Behind The Lies." It was an enjoyable hour program that went out live over the greater Nashua NH area.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Chapter Sixty-One Bringing the Navy Onboard
Within a few minutes after the tea arrives, President Mahmoud walks through the door and expresses his apologies for being late. “Admiral, it is so good to see you again. It has been a while since our last meeting.”
“Yes, Mr. President. I must say I’m pleased that you remember, considering all that you have to deal with.” The president looks at the admiral and says to himself, this guy is a real ass kisser. I wonder what we can get him to commit to. His thoughts are not far different from those of the ayatollah.
Once the three of them are seated, the president begins. “Admiral, we have plans to use your Kilos that will make Iran the leader of the Islamic world.” He lets that thought hang for a few moments. Then he proceeds to say, “Our plan will make you the most heroic naval Muslim in the history of the entire Middle East.”
“Am I to destroy Israel with the Kilos?” Aziz wonders aloud. Ahmajid sits back and watches the president play this egotistical officer like plucking the strings of a harp.
“Actually, more than just Israel, Aziz. You will be attacking the United States as well.”
“Yes, Mr. President. I must say I’m pleased that you remember, considering all that you have to deal with.” The president looks at the admiral and says to himself, this guy is a real ass kisser. I wonder what we can get him to commit to. His thoughts are not far different from those of the ayatollah.
Once the three of them are seated, the president begins. “Admiral, we have plans to use your Kilos that will make Iran the leader of the Islamic world.” He lets that thought hang for a few moments. Then he proceeds to say, “Our plan will make you the most heroic naval Muslim in the history of the entire Middle East.”
“Am I to destroy Israel with the Kilos?” Aziz wonders aloud. Ahmajid sits back and watches the president play this egotistical officer like plucking the strings of a harp.
“Actually, more than just Israel, Aziz. You will be attacking the United States as well.”
Monday, October 19, 2009
Second Portion of John Clayton's Column in Today's Union Leader
Serendipity
Speaking of books, there's a little thing in the publishing business called serendipity, and it comes into play when you write a novel and your fictional premise suddenly becomes a shocking truth, a truth that results in global outrage, banner headlines and round-the-clock cable news coverage.
That's what's happening to Joe Smiga.
Simply stated, the premise of his first novel is this -- Iran has nukes.
That's the central storyline in "Behind the Lies," a prescient piece of work worthy of Tom Clancy, what with Hamas and Hezbollah and renegade Ayatollahs in control of Kilo-class submarines and, in a tribute to his adopted hometown, Joe has scripted a cliff-hanger of a naval battle with a destroyer called the USS Manchester cast as a key player in the drama.
Talk about lucky timing.
"Actually, I had it planned," Joe said, and, while I thought he was joking, he wasn't.
"I'm Jewish," he explained, "I've been reading the Jerusalem Post for years and for as long as I've been reading it, Israeli intelligence has been saying that Iran would have a nuclear capability by the end of 2009, so when I started writing in 2005, that was going to be my premise." And what was his reaction when President Obama held that press conference announcing that Iran has acquired "sufficient information to be able to design and produce a workable atomic bomb"?
"It's a terrifying reality, but as an author, I was thrilled," he said. "His remarks reinforced the title -- the truth 'Behind the Lies' -- and the fact that my book has a black President who's in his first term in the book strikes a chord with readers as well." If you'd like to be one of them -- readers, that is -- you can seek out "Behind the Lies" on the Amazon or Barnes and Noble websites, or if you're looking for an autographed copy, you can go to www.joesmiga.com.
John Clayton is the author of several books on Manchester and New Hampshire, including his newest title, "Remembering Manchester." His e-mail is jclayton@unionleader.com.
http://www.unionleader.com/article.aspx?headline=Good+sales+in+this+weatherman%27s+forecast&articleId=b81784e2-9d3e-48a5-a5d9-7e2514f4e9a6
Speaking of books, there's a little thing in the publishing business called serendipity, and it comes into play when you write a novel and your fictional premise suddenly becomes a shocking truth, a truth that results in global outrage, banner headlines and round-the-clock cable news coverage.
That's what's happening to Joe Smiga.
Simply stated, the premise of his first novel is this -- Iran has nukes.
That's the central storyline in "Behind the Lies," a prescient piece of work worthy of Tom Clancy, what with Hamas and Hezbollah and renegade Ayatollahs in control of Kilo-class submarines and, in a tribute to his adopted hometown, Joe has scripted a cliff-hanger of a naval battle with a destroyer called the USS Manchester cast as a key player in the drama.
Talk about lucky timing.
"Actually, I had it planned," Joe said, and, while I thought he was joking, he wasn't.
"I'm Jewish," he explained, "I've been reading the Jerusalem Post for years and for as long as I've been reading it, Israeli intelligence has been saying that Iran would have a nuclear capability by the end of 2009, so when I started writing in 2005, that was going to be my premise." And what was his reaction when President Obama held that press conference announcing that Iran has acquired "sufficient information to be able to design and produce a workable atomic bomb"?
"It's a terrifying reality, but as an author, I was thrilled," he said. "His remarks reinforced the title -- the truth 'Behind the Lies' -- and the fact that my book has a black President who's in his first term in the book strikes a chord with readers as well." If you'd like to be one of them -- readers, that is -- you can seek out "Behind the Lies" on the Amazon or Barnes and Noble websites, or if you're looking for an autographed copy, you can go to www.joesmiga.com.
John Clayton is the author of several books on Manchester and New Hampshire, including his newest title, "Remembering Manchester." His e-mail is jclayton@unionleader.com.
http://www.unionleader.com/article.aspx?headline=Good+sales+in+this+weatherman%27s+forecast&articleId=b81784e2-9d3e-48a5-a5d9-7e2514f4e9a6
Chapter Sixty Council Pressure
Just as Ahmajid closes Atwan’s report, the five other Imams of the Guardian Council enter the conference room for their meeting. Hossein Farook, Mansour Hassan, Sayed Abbas, Karim Farhani and Rahim Givon each take a seat. The air is heavy with tension.
“How are things progressing, Fadil?” asks Farook.
“We are right on schedule. Our purchase from Russia has arrived safely. It is being held in storage within the containers it was shipped in. Our own enrichment process is still on schedule. We will have sufficient materials for twelve warheads within seven months. Our plan is to insert the nuclear materials in the missiles one week before our target date.”
Abbas says, “I hear that Jibril is in Gaza.”
“Where did you hear that?” Ahmajid snaps.
“You may think only you and the president know of this, Fadil, but there are more eyes and ears out than you realize paying attention to what we do.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Abbas!” The supreme leader is angry now.
“I heard it from Jibril himself, if you must know. He told me he was going. What’s his assignment there? I have never known Jibril to have worked outside of Iran before.”
Ahmajid calms down. “The president wants someone to meet with Hamas and Hezbollah directly in order for them to fully understand their part in our plans. I agreed with him that Jibril would be the best person to fulfill that responsibility. He’s sending us weekly reports. I was just reading this week’s. So far he’s pleased with what he’s finding in Gaza.”
“How is it that the president and you are making all these decisions without any of the five of us being involved?” Givon questions.
“How are things progressing, Fadil?” asks Farook.
“We are right on schedule. Our purchase from Russia has arrived safely. It is being held in storage within the containers it was shipped in. Our own enrichment process is still on schedule. We will have sufficient materials for twelve warheads within seven months. Our plan is to insert the nuclear materials in the missiles one week before our target date.”
Abbas says, “I hear that Jibril is in Gaza.”
“Where did you hear that?” Ahmajid snaps.
“You may think only you and the president know of this, Fadil, but there are more eyes and ears out than you realize paying attention to what we do.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Abbas!” The supreme leader is angry now.
“I heard it from Jibril himself, if you must know. He told me he was going. What’s his assignment there? I have never known Jibril to have worked outside of Iran before.”
Ahmajid calms down. “The president wants someone to meet with Hamas and Hezbollah directly in order for them to fully understand their part in our plans. I agreed with him that Jibril would be the best person to fulfill that responsibility. He’s sending us weekly reports. I was just reading this week’s. So far he’s pleased with what he’s finding in Gaza.”
“How is it that the president and you are making all these decisions without any of the five of us being involved?” Givon questions.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Chapter Fifty-Nine January 2011
Everyone, including the president, is seated inside of the Situation Room with the exception of Maria Sterling. Anxiety has the upper hand on several of the faces around the table. The president doesn’t normally call for “must-attend” meetings.
A Secret Service agent escorts Sterling in five minutes after the hour. “I’m sorry I’m late, sir,” she says to the president. “My apologies to you all. An important phone call.” Maria looks like she didn’t get a moment’s sleep last night, the president notes.
“Well now, with everyone here, let’s begin,” says President Egan, steeling himself for what he will say next. “In front of each one of you are reports detailing an accumulation of factual information which has caused me to reach the decision I’ve made. I suggest you take ten to fifteen minutes to read your file and then we’ll discuss what I am about to do. When this meeting adjourns you’ll leave the material right where you found it. The reports will be shredded by the Secret Service.”
The president, deep in thought at first, finds himself scrutinizing each face around the table, taking mental notes on what he suspects each person is thinking. And watching the clock.
At the end of the fifteen minutes, he states, “As president of the United States of America, I am going to prepare this country for a war which appears imminent with Iran.” He pauses, then adds, “I’d like your comments.”
A Secret Service agent escorts Sterling in five minutes after the hour. “I’m sorry I’m late, sir,” she says to the president. “My apologies to you all. An important phone call.” Maria looks like she didn’t get a moment’s sleep last night, the president notes.
“Well now, with everyone here, let’s begin,” says President Egan, steeling himself for what he will say next. “In front of each one of you are reports detailing an accumulation of factual information which has caused me to reach the decision I’ve made. I suggest you take ten to fifteen minutes to read your file and then we’ll discuss what I am about to do. When this meeting adjourns you’ll leave the material right where you found it. The reports will be shredded by the Secret Service.”
The president, deep in thought at first, finds himself scrutinizing each face around the table, taking mental notes on what he suspects each person is thinking. And watching the clock.
At the end of the fifteen minutes, he states, “As president of the United States of America, I am going to prepare this country for a war which appears imminent with Iran.” He pauses, then adds, “I’d like your comments.”
Monday, October 12, 2009
Chapter Fifty-Eight Before the Holidays
President Egan and Dean Hargrove are sitting on sofas in the Oval Office trying to second guess what Israel might be deciding relative to the President’s suggestion of a coordinated joint military venture. “The prime minister did say he would have an answer in two weeks,” says the chairman of the joint chiefs, “Which is tomorrow.”
“You know, Dean, if I were Yaakov, it would be very difficult for me to make the decision to place my country’s security in another country’s hands.”
“I tend to agree with you, sir,” says Hargrove. “However, we are not just another country. We have been, and will continue to be, the largest friend and benefactor that Israel has.”
“Yes, I know the logic of it all. However the gut feeling that creates, the potential insecurity of it all could work against the part we want them to play.”
Just then, the phone on the president’s desk rings and he rises to answer it.
Seeing its Janet’s line to him, he picks up the receiver. “Yes, Janet.”
“Sir, the prime minister of Israel is on a secure line and would like to speak with you.”
“Thank you, Janet. Put him through. It’s Yaakov,” he says to Hargrove before he picks up the secure line, his concern as to what the conversation may amount to showing clearly.
He picks up the phone. “Yaakov, thank you for calling. I didn’t expect to hear from you until tomorrow.”
“Well, Mr. President, Israelis can move quicker when they want to.”
“We all can move quicker, like you say, when we want to,” the president says coolly. “So – may I ask, how did our proposal go over with your people?”
“I have to tell you, there’s a great deal of concern on our part that if we give up the right to deal with Iran directly, then we are placing Israel’s safety in the decision-making process of others.”
Hargrove, watching the look of concern on the president’s face, feels his powerlessness, like a phantom observer who can do nothing but watch what’s going on.
“You know, Dean, if I were Yaakov, it would be very difficult for me to make the decision to place my country’s security in another country’s hands.”
“I tend to agree with you, sir,” says Hargrove. “However, we are not just another country. We have been, and will continue to be, the largest friend and benefactor that Israel has.”
“Yes, I know the logic of it all. However the gut feeling that creates, the potential insecurity of it all could work against the part we want them to play.”
Just then, the phone on the president’s desk rings and he rises to answer it.
Seeing its Janet’s line to him, he picks up the receiver. “Yes, Janet.”
“Sir, the prime minister of Israel is on a secure line and would like to speak with you.”
“Thank you, Janet. Put him through. It’s Yaakov,” he says to Hargrove before he picks up the secure line, his concern as to what the conversation may amount to showing clearly.
He picks up the phone. “Yaakov, thank you for calling. I didn’t expect to hear from you until tomorrow.”
“Well, Mr. President, Israelis can move quicker when they want to.”
“We all can move quicker, like you say, when we want to,” the president says coolly. “So – may I ask, how did our proposal go over with your people?”
“I have to tell you, there’s a great deal of concern on our part that if we give up the right to deal with Iran directly, then we are placing Israel’s safety in the decision-making process of others.”
Hargrove, watching the look of concern on the president’s face, feels his powerlessness, like a phantom observer who can do nothing but watch what’s going on.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Chapter Fifty-Seven Middle of December
President Mahmoud ends his phone conversation, hangs up and turns to Atwan first. “Jibril, good to see you again.”
“And you, sir,” answers Atwan.
“It is important for us to lay out some definite plans, now that our efforts are beginning to bear fruit, reaching the point that we can move into phase two as it were,” says the president.
“Mahmoud, we are nine months away from our target date,” says Atwan. “In seven more months we’ll have enough materials to load twelve of our Shahab-3s with nuclear warheads. In two more weeks we expect the twelve containers we purchased to be arriving in Tehran. We will then be able to say that we have nuclear cruise missile capability.”
“Excellent, excellent,” Khasanjani exclaims, clearly pleased. “Now we must think ahead so we can achieve the end of phase two on time. Phase two must get us to the point of initiating our strikes. Our strikes are phase three – the final agenda,” he adds, the final three words as quiet as any he has spoken so far in this meeting. Both Atwan and Ahmajid are struck by the meaning of these words.
“Fadil,” Khasanjani says after several moments’ silence, “what are you planning to happen in phase two?”
“And you, sir,” answers Atwan.
“It is important for us to lay out some definite plans, now that our efforts are beginning to bear fruit, reaching the point that we can move into phase two as it were,” says the president.
“Mahmoud, we are nine months away from our target date,” says Atwan. “In seven more months we’ll have enough materials to load twelve of our Shahab-3s with nuclear warheads. In two more weeks we expect the twelve containers we purchased to be arriving in Tehran. We will then be able to say that we have nuclear cruise missile capability.”
“Excellent, excellent,” Khasanjani exclaims, clearly pleased. “Now we must think ahead so we can achieve the end of phase two on time. Phase two must get us to the point of initiating our strikes. Our strikes are phase three – the final agenda,” he adds, the final three words as quiet as any he has spoken so far in this meeting. Both Atwan and Ahmajid are struck by the meaning of these words.
“Fadil,” Khasanjani says after several moments’ silence, “what are you planning to happen in phase two?”
Monday, October 5, 2009
Chapter Fifty-Six Do We or Don't We?
One week later, the prime minister’s conference room is filled with what he calls the unholy six. Sitting around the table are Jacob Rabinowitz, Ariel Wattenberg, Yosef Bergman, Yonatan Levy and Adam Rosenberg of the Knesset; and himself.
“Don’t everyone look so damn happy,” Yaakov Brumwell opens the meeting. “If I didn’t know what was going on in this room, I would think we were sitting shiva. Cheer up. Nobody’s dead, yet anyway.”
“You know, Yaakov, this is not an easy task,” says Rosenberg.
“No shit, Adam,” Yaakov says. “If it were easy, I wouldn’t need your opinions. You left this room last week with the suggestion that all of us put our pros and cons down on paper, so that we might be able to build consensus. So who wants to start?
“Don’t everyone look so damn happy,” Yaakov Brumwell opens the meeting. “If I didn’t know what was going on in this room, I would think we were sitting shiva. Cheer up. Nobody’s dead, yet anyway.”
“You know, Yaakov, this is not an easy task,” says Rosenberg.
“No shit, Adam,” Yaakov says. “If it were easy, I wouldn’t need your opinions. You left this room last week with the suggestion that all of us put our pros and cons down on paper, so that we might be able to build consensus. So who wants to start?
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Chapter Fifty-Five Transporting Goods
Once their cargo is aboard there is nothing else for them to do. They board the vessel and find their cabins. The Best Eastern has it all over a freighter cabin.
Only one more item needs to be taken care of: a five day trip on the Caspian Sea before they reach the Iranian port of Khurramabad. On the third day, Hussein will wire Atwan to release the balance of the funds to Dimitri.
The following morning, the Emir leaves the pier with the assistance of tugs, standard practice for all large vessels as they cannot maneuver very easily alongside a pier.
Out in the main channel, the tugs leave the freighter, and at the end of the channel the freighter enters open waters.
Five days to digest all that we have accomplished, thinks Hussein, standing at the rail, looking across the Caspian Sea to the horizon. Five days to think about what our endeavor will deliver to the West.
Only one more item needs to be taken care of: a five day trip on the Caspian Sea before they reach the Iranian port of Khurramabad. On the third day, Hussein will wire Atwan to release the balance of the funds to Dimitri.
The following morning, the Emir leaves the pier with the assistance of tugs, standard practice for all large vessels as they cannot maneuver very easily alongside a pier.
Out in the main channel, the tugs leave the freighter, and at the end of the channel the freighter enters open waters.
Five days to digest all that we have accomplished, thinks Hussein, standing at the rail, looking across the Caspian Sea to the horizon. Five days to think about what our endeavor will deliver to the West.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Miami International Book Festival
Behind The Lies will be featured at the Miami International Book Festival on November 13th through the 15th. The book festival in its 26th year draws a gathering of over 100,00 book lovers, publishers, authors, media and other groups related to the industry.
Chapter Fifty-Four In the Prime Minister's Office
“Your response to the president’s suggestion, Jacob, is something I told him would arise. Personally, I agree with you. Realistically, I think we need to consider the pros and cons of his suggestions. The president has asked for an answer in two weeks. It may not be the answer he wants like to hear but, we’ll give him an answer. Before we go into further discussion on this matter, Ariel, have you picking up any new intel on what the president seems to think is going on?”
“As you already know, Yaakov, we have information that leads us to believe that Iran is planning a strike at Israel, and we also believe that they are planning on targeting the United States as well. It does sound as if the president has more information than we have to date. I do have to wonder if it’s accurate enough to make these kinds of decisions, but I suppose going ahead under those assumptions is better than doing nothing at all.”
“Yosef, what do you think about the president’s considerations?”
“As you already know, Yaakov, we have information that leads us to believe that Iran is planning a strike at Israel, and we also believe that they are planning on targeting the United States as well. It does sound as if the president has more information than we have to date. I do have to wonder if it’s accurate enough to make these kinds of decisions, but I suppose going ahead under those assumptions is better than doing nothing at all.”
“Yosef, what do you think about the president’s considerations?”
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Chapter Fifty-Three Reporting To The Guardian Council
“So, Jibril,” says Ayatollah Fadil Ahmajid, the intimidating Supreme Leader, “What can you report to us regarding the Russian Kilo delivery and your surprise package from Russia?”
Jibril Atwan looks into the eyes of the five members of the Guardian Council, the real decision makers in Iran. Since Ahmajid hired him as a military advisor to the council, Ahmajid is someone he believes he can trust. The other five Imams look desperate for information to satisfy some sort of dreams they have. What these dreams are, he cannot know. Trusting them would be only for the fool-hearty, which Atwan is not.
“Ayatollah, members of the Council, I have just received word that the two Kilos we recently purchased from the Russians have completed their sea trials. At my insistence,” Jibril says, then takes a split-second to think, I might as well take credit for the idea, “We provided the Russians with Iranian crews to bring the Kilos back to Iran without any other foreign assistance. They will be leaving Russia four days from now, after they have been re-supplied.”
“How long will it take the two subs to reach Iranian waters from where they are located?” says Rahim Givon nervously.
Jibril Atwan looks into the eyes of the five members of the Guardian Council, the real decision makers in Iran. Since Ahmajid hired him as a military advisor to the council, Ahmajid is someone he believes he can trust. The other five Imams look desperate for information to satisfy some sort of dreams they have. What these dreams are, he cannot know. Trusting them would be only for the fool-hearty, which Atwan is not.
“Ayatollah, members of the Council, I have just received word that the two Kilos we recently purchased from the Russians have completed their sea trials. At my insistence,” Jibril says, then takes a split-second to think, I might as well take credit for the idea, “We provided the Russians with Iranian crews to bring the Kilos back to Iran without any other foreign assistance. They will be leaving Russia four days from now, after they have been re-supplied.”
“How long will it take the two subs to reach Iranian waters from where they are located?” says Rahim Givon nervously.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Chapter Fifty-Two Packing the Goods
Vicktor points out the nine storage boxes containing the nuclear materials, staying as far from the boxes as he can. Then he takes them into another room, where they find the materials they’d ordered, plus an assortment of tools that they can use. Vicktor says, “I’ll be in the back office. Holler if you need me.”
“Good, Hamid, now we can work in peace,” Hussein says once Vicktor’s out of hearing. “First, check and see if any radiation’s leaked from the boxes?”
Dakham gets the hand-held Geiger counter from his briefcase and turns it on. State-of-the-art, it can detect the standard beta and gamma rays, and alpha radiation as well.
Scanning the storage box containing the nine small leaded boxes results in no radioactive readings. Either these leaded boxes are very good or we are getting a hose job on what’s inside. However, we have no choice but to take their word for it without the protective clothing to open one to make sure, Dakham thinks. Great planning. That I’d have to classify as a major oversight.
Hussein is thinking, I wonder if the guy Dimitri used to remove these materials had the proper gear, or is he dying of radioactive poisoning right now?
“Good, Hamid, now we can work in peace,” Hussein says once Vicktor’s out of hearing. “First, check and see if any radiation’s leaked from the boxes?”
Dakham gets the hand-held Geiger counter from his briefcase and turns it on. State-of-the-art, it can detect the standard beta and gamma rays, and alpha radiation as well.
Scanning the storage box containing the nine small leaded boxes results in no radioactive readings. Either these leaded boxes are very good or we are getting a hose job on what’s inside. However, we have no choice but to take their word for it without the protective clothing to open one to make sure, Dakham thinks. Great planning. That I’d have to classify as a major oversight.
Hussein is thinking, I wonder if the guy Dimitri used to remove these materials had the proper gear, or is he dying of radioactive poisoning right now?
Friday, September 18, 2009
Getting National Attention
As a first time novelist I am experiencing the learning curve you must go through to get a good novel known nationally. While my publisher sent out five review packages none of them have been returned yet. I have learned they don't have to read them. What the heck you only spent good money to send them. With the number of very positive reviews I have on my website: www.joesmiga.com and the many exciting comments I am receiving about the book. I am taking the plunge next week, by investing into having Kirkus Discoveries Review, take a look at the novel and to send me a review. If this review is positive the novel will get national recognition. The first book signing I did and the Rotary and Kiwanis presentations are also encouraging as a number of books are being sold at each event. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Chapter Fifty-One Early December
“Is everything all set for us to start degreasing the reducers and placing the lead containers inside?” asks Hussein.
“Yes – and no.” Dimitri says, his face a mask.
“What do you mean ‘yes and no’?” Hussein asks, shocked.
“So far we have removed nine of the material portions you are purchasing. I will need another week to remove the other two.”
“Why do you need another week, if you have already removed nine in two weeks?”
“Our regular man who does this became ill. We are looking for a substitute for him to finish the job. That person will arrive in three days.”
Just as he finishes his explanation, the wine steward returns to the table and all conversation ceases. “Would you like me to pour a sample for you to try, Dimitri?” he asks.
“Yes, I would.”
The steward pours a small portion in Dimitri’s wine glass, then stands back waiting for him to check its flavor. Dimitri knows how to sample wine. He goes through the whole process of holding it in various spots in his mouth and then swallows what he sipped, which Dakham finds amusing. He dares not make eye contact with Hussein or he knows he will laugh out loud.
The hovering wine steward seems to be taking all this using-wine-for-mouthwash business seriously, however, Dakham observes. When Dimitri finally swallows, the steward asks anxiously, “Is it satisfactory, sir?”
“Yes, my friend,” Dimitri responds warmly. “You can fill the glass and leave the bottle.” He does as asked, then withdraws. Dimitri picks up the conversation where it had been dropped.
“So, as I was saying, our man got ill. Sometimes such things happen in life. Another week is the latest we expect.”
“Yes – and no.” Dimitri says, his face a mask.
“What do you mean ‘yes and no’?” Hussein asks, shocked.
“So far we have removed nine of the material portions you are purchasing. I will need another week to remove the other two.”
“Why do you need another week, if you have already removed nine in two weeks?”
“Our regular man who does this became ill. We are looking for a substitute for him to finish the job. That person will arrive in three days.”
Just as he finishes his explanation, the wine steward returns to the table and all conversation ceases. “Would you like me to pour a sample for you to try, Dimitri?” he asks.
“Yes, I would.”
The steward pours a small portion in Dimitri’s wine glass, then stands back waiting for him to check its flavor. Dimitri knows how to sample wine. He goes through the whole process of holding it in various spots in his mouth and then swallows what he sipped, which Dakham finds amusing. He dares not make eye contact with Hussein or he knows he will laugh out loud.
The hovering wine steward seems to be taking all this using-wine-for-mouthwash business seriously, however, Dakham observes. When Dimitri finally swallows, the steward asks anxiously, “Is it satisfactory, sir?”
“Yes, my friend,” Dimitri responds warmly. “You can fill the glass and leave the bottle.” He does as asked, then withdraws. Dimitri picks up the conversation where it had been dropped.
“So, as I was saying, our man got ill. Sometimes such things happen in life. Another week is the latest we expect.”
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Chapter Fifty After Thanksgiving
Headline on the front page of The Washington Post:
Israeli PM to meet with President Egan
Israel’s Prime Minister Yaakov Brumwell is flying in today to meet with President William Egan. White House press releases indicate the prime minister and the president will be discussing Israel’s latest proposal for a Middle East peace settlement with the Palestinians…
The president scans the article. Well, the press release should give us room to work in, the excuse we need to hold our meeting without a lot of second-guessing as to our agenda, he thinks after finishing the front page article while eating his breakfast.
Israeli PM to meet with President Egan
Israel’s Prime Minister Yaakov Brumwell is flying in today to meet with President William Egan. White House press releases indicate the prime minister and the president will be discussing Israel’s latest proposal for a Middle East peace settlement with the Palestinians…
The president scans the article. Well, the press release should give us room to work in, the excuse we need to hold our meeting without a lot of second-guessing as to our agenda, he thinks after finishing the front page article while eating his breakfast.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Chapter Forty-Nine End of November
“Continue then,” says the president.
“Thank you, sir. This next image you see is of the tanker traffic coming in and out of the Persian Gulf. If we launch this strike, it is vital that we have complete control of the sea lanes inside of the Strait of Hormuz, that critical thirty-four miles. If we don’t, Iran could make a last-ditch effort to disrupt the sea lanes. They could sink enough tankers in the Strait that it would take decades to clear.
“I assume, Admiral Smith, that you and your staff have considered this matter and have a plan to see that we are successful?” says President Egan, turning to address the admiral.
Smith stands up at his seat, “Mr. President, the Navy’s plan is to coordinate time tables with the Air Force so we’re hitting them on all fronts at the same time. We see the Strait as our biggest challenge. We recommend attacking at a time when the Strait has the least amount of tanker traffic. There’s a window, between 2100 and 0500 hours that most tanker captains avoid the Strait, which isn’t the easiest thing to navigate, as you can imagine. Once in a while you get a die-hard who’ll attempt it. We would want to be able to plan against that eventuality,” Admiral Smith says, then pauses. Killing defenseless merchant mariners, he thinks. I just couldn’t let that happen.
“The Navy will have two squadrons of fighters over the Strait at any one time to deal with Iranian air craft or missile launches from those Chinese missile sites. However, we need to understand one thing. Once a battle starts, all of the greatest plans go to pieces. Then it’s up to the men and women fighting them to make them successful. Can we do this? We believe so. Is this going to be a cake walk? Hell no! This isn’t fiction, no military thriller.”
“Thank you, sir. This next image you see is of the tanker traffic coming in and out of the Persian Gulf. If we launch this strike, it is vital that we have complete control of the sea lanes inside of the Strait of Hormuz, that critical thirty-four miles. If we don’t, Iran could make a last-ditch effort to disrupt the sea lanes. They could sink enough tankers in the Strait that it would take decades to clear.
“I assume, Admiral Smith, that you and your staff have considered this matter and have a plan to see that we are successful?” says President Egan, turning to address the admiral.
Smith stands up at his seat, “Mr. President, the Navy’s plan is to coordinate time tables with the Air Force so we’re hitting them on all fronts at the same time. We see the Strait as our biggest challenge. We recommend attacking at a time when the Strait has the least amount of tanker traffic. There’s a window, between 2100 and 0500 hours that most tanker captains avoid the Strait, which isn’t the easiest thing to navigate, as you can imagine. Once in a while you get a die-hard who’ll attempt it. We would want to be able to plan against that eventuality,” Admiral Smith says, then pauses. Killing defenseless merchant mariners, he thinks. I just couldn’t let that happen.
“The Navy will have two squadrons of fighters over the Strait at any one time to deal with Iranian air craft or missile launches from those Chinese missile sites. However, we need to understand one thing. Once a battle starts, all of the greatest plans go to pieces. Then it’s up to the men and women fighting them to make them successful. Can we do this? We believe so. Is this going to be a cake walk? Hell no! This isn’t fiction, no military thriller.”
Monday, September 7, 2009
Chapter Forty-Eight Feedback Return
“More than zero would be a significant number in my book,” Proctor comments. “Any word from the CIA on that?”
“If they have anything, the director isn’t passing it down, at least not yet,” says Dave. “Walker told me they’d been told to share everything – but he didn’t sound like he put much store in that actually happening. Okay, you’ve helped me come up with several key issues to go in my report – and it only took us a couple of hours and three steak dinners to do it,” he joked, then quickly grew serious. “From here on in, I want you to keep your ears and eyes open for even the slightest hint of anything that might be going on over there, anything at all. I can’t say why, but I have a very bad feeling about this one.”
Ritter rises to leave, then hesitates, “Dave, you been around twice as long as I have. What are you suspecting?”
“This doesn’t leave this room, you hear? If they even end up with only two workable nukes that they can deliver from a sub, I can’t help thinking number one would be fired into Israel. And they’d come after us with number two.”
Proctor drops his feet to the floor and sits bolt upright. “You’re shitting me, right, Dave?”
“No,” Dave says quietly, shaking his head. “I’m not.”
Ritter sits back down and stares at Proctor. The thought of a nuke being delivered to a coastal city in the United States has clearly never entered either of their minds.
“If they have anything, the director isn’t passing it down, at least not yet,” says Dave. “Walker told me they’d been told to share everything – but he didn’t sound like he put much store in that actually happening. Okay, you’ve helped me come up with several key issues to go in my report – and it only took us a couple of hours and three steak dinners to do it,” he joked, then quickly grew serious. “From here on in, I want you to keep your ears and eyes open for even the slightest hint of anything that might be going on over there, anything at all. I can’t say why, but I have a very bad feeling about this one.”
Ritter rises to leave, then hesitates, “Dave, you been around twice as long as I have. What are you suspecting?”
“This doesn’t leave this room, you hear? If they even end up with only two workable nukes that they can deliver from a sub, I can’t help thinking number one would be fired into Israel. And they’d come after us with number two.”
Proctor drops his feet to the floor and sits bolt upright. “You’re shitting me, right, Dave?”
“No,” Dave says quietly, shaking his head. “I’m not.”
Ritter sits back down and stares at Proctor. The thought of a nuke being delivered to a coastal city in the United States has clearly never entered either of their minds.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Chapter Forty-Seven Same Time in November
“Look Kamil, everything will work out,” Dakham says. He’s seen his partner like this many times before. “Once we get the uranium concealed and incorporate the false bottoms, no one will suspect a thing. Our departure will take longer than our first visit did, but you’ll see, everything will go well.”
“I wish I could be as confident as you are, Hamid. I don’t trust Dimitri. Who knows what can happen to us before we get back to Iran.”
“Come,” Dakham says and pushes Hussein towards the door. “No more negativity. Let’s get out of here.”
Leaving the building, they head around the corner and over several blocks to an area of numerous cafes. They do not notice the tail Atwan has placed on them.
“I wish I could be as confident as you are, Hamid. I don’t trust Dimitri. Who knows what can happen to us before we get back to Iran.”
“Come,” Dakham says and pushes Hussein towards the door. “No more negativity. Let’s get out of here.”
Leaving the building, they head around the corner and over several blocks to an area of numerous cafes. They do not notice the tail Atwan has placed on them.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Chapter Forty-Six Middle of November
The president looks around the table, then nods. I am surrounded by some of the greatest talent in America. May they be equal to all that’s before them. Only then can he start.
“I know that all of you’re aware of Project Whispering.” He pauses a moment while this fact is uniformly acknowledged in the affirmative. “As of right now, with the exception of a couple of analysts in the NSA, you nine are the only members of the government who are aware of this project, and until necessary, it will remain that way.” Again, he looks around the table for confirmation.
“Project Whispering,” the president continues, “is beginning to yield some insight as to what might happen in the near future concerning the Middle East and the United States. This is why I’ve called for a meeting.” The president pauses, looks down as if consulting with an inner advisor, then proceeds onto territory he never expected to have to face in his administration.
“Our top military people have suggested that, in the event of an attack on our shores, we designate pre-assigned targets to minimize reaction time – for retaliation.” He pauses again, giving the group a moment to adjust to such a difficult reality. “It makes sense to me to do so, but I believe the responsibility for making those choices lies with all of us. Do I have any questions at this point?”
The vice president speaks. His tone is subdued, meek even. Formerly the governor of Vermont, Devonshire is a man passionate about ecology in general, and saving the earth in particular. The thought of retaliation – the thought of war – automatically goes against his grain, but his loyalty to his president is equally fierce. If William Egan says these choices are necessary, Pat Devonshire is prepared to trust him implicitly. “Sir, how much retaliation are we looking at? Will this be like Afghanistan after the World Trade Center, or are we looking at a major invasion like Iraq?”
“We cannot afford another Iraq,” Maria Sterling volunteers, acknowledging the vice president’s thoughts with a nod. “The people won’t stand for it.”
“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear enough,” the president interrupts. “We’re not talking about how much retaliation we’re looking at. What I want you to focus on today is strategic locations, tactical choices we would target.”
“I know that all of you’re aware of Project Whispering.” He pauses a moment while this fact is uniformly acknowledged in the affirmative. “As of right now, with the exception of a couple of analysts in the NSA, you nine are the only members of the government who are aware of this project, and until necessary, it will remain that way.” Again, he looks around the table for confirmation.
“Project Whispering,” the president continues, “is beginning to yield some insight as to what might happen in the near future concerning the Middle East and the United States. This is why I’ve called for a meeting.” The president pauses, looks down as if consulting with an inner advisor, then proceeds onto territory he never expected to have to face in his administration.
“Our top military people have suggested that, in the event of an attack on our shores, we designate pre-assigned targets to minimize reaction time – for retaliation.” He pauses again, giving the group a moment to adjust to such a difficult reality. “It makes sense to me to do so, but I believe the responsibility for making those choices lies with all of us. Do I have any questions at this point?”
The vice president speaks. His tone is subdued, meek even. Formerly the governor of Vermont, Devonshire is a man passionate about ecology in general, and saving the earth in particular. The thought of retaliation – the thought of war – automatically goes against his grain, but his loyalty to his president is equally fierce. If William Egan says these choices are necessary, Pat Devonshire is prepared to trust him implicitly. “Sir, how much retaliation are we looking at? Will this be like Afghanistan after the World Trade Center, or are we looking at a major invasion like Iraq?”
“We cannot afford another Iraq,” Maria Sterling volunteers, acknowledging the vice president’s thoughts with a nod. “The people won’t stand for it.”
“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear enough,” the president interrupts. “We’re not talking about how much retaliation we’re looking at. What I want you to focus on today is strategic locations, tactical choices we would target.”
First Book Signing Held on August 29th
Innisfree Bookshop in Meredith NH was gracious to have me do a two hour book signing Saturday afternoon from two to four pm. Together we sold eight books. Being my first book signing, I found the reception pleasant and was pleased by the interest even from people who did not purchase a book. Showing only the softcovers eight books were sold. Not bad for two hours.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Chapter Forty-Five End of October
Deep inside of Teheran sits the parliamentary building used by the Iranian Ministry, the tallest building in the capital city. Its views assure the citizenry that they can always be observed. On the very top floor is the conference room, a square space of twenty by twenty meters. With the drapes fully open, the warm sunlight provides a pleasant atmosphere in the room. The conference table is large enough to accommodate twelve chairs. Lately, however, there have only been six chairs set up for the council.
Ayatollah Fadil Ahmajid enters and looks at the cluster of five council members standing together, waiting for him to appear. Only Jibril Atwan is absent. “Everyone take a seat. We have matters to attend to.” They quickly do his bidding.
Looking at his notes, the Supreme Leader hesitates a moment to allow excitement to build within the room. Finally he announces, “Our current missile testing demonstrates that we now have the capability of delivering missiles to the entire European continent. In six months, we’ll have sufficient enriched uranium to build twelve nuclear warheads. This will satisfy our needs to take over all of the Middle East and the European continent, as well.
“Jibril has just recently made a purchase from inside Russia which strengthens our position even more. We now have the nuclear materials to make the newly designed Shahab missiles more effective when fired from our Kilos. We will take the war to the Americans, when everything is finally tested and we are satisfied they work. In two more months, the Russians will have the last two Kilos we purchased ready to deliver. Each of our six Kilos will have two of these new missiles to bring to the Jews and the Great Satan.”
Council member Ayatollah Mansour Hassan is the first to speak. “What’s the proposed timetable to deliver all of this destruction?”
Ayatollah Fadil Ahmajid enters and looks at the cluster of five council members standing together, waiting for him to appear. Only Jibril Atwan is absent. “Everyone take a seat. We have matters to attend to.” They quickly do his bidding.
Looking at his notes, the Supreme Leader hesitates a moment to allow excitement to build within the room. Finally he announces, “Our current missile testing demonstrates that we now have the capability of delivering missiles to the entire European continent. In six months, we’ll have sufficient enriched uranium to build twelve nuclear warheads. This will satisfy our needs to take over all of the Middle East and the European continent, as well.
“Jibril has just recently made a purchase from inside Russia which strengthens our position even more. We now have the nuclear materials to make the newly designed Shahab missiles more effective when fired from our Kilos. We will take the war to the Americans, when everything is finally tested and we are satisfied they work. In two more months, the Russians will have the last two Kilos we purchased ready to deliver. Each of our six Kilos will have two of these new missiles to bring to the Jews and the Great Satan.”
Council member Ayatollah Mansour Hassan is the first to speak. “What’s the proposed timetable to deliver all of this destruction?”
Monday, August 24, 2009
Presentations and Signings
Behind The Lies has been on the market for three months. To date, I had two Rotary presentations and one Kiwanis presentation. The audiences are buying both hard and soft cover copies.
This coming Saturday I do my first book signing at Innisfree Bookshop in Meredith NH.
Next month I have two Rotary presentations scheduled.
I have a book signing scheduled for December 5th.
I did two book displays at Jewish organizations this summer. One being the Jewish Federation of New Hampshire and the second the National Havurah Summer Retreat.
Last but not least, I did one live radio interview on the book and a cable TV interview for a show called "Living Your Passion" that is running for five Mondays this month at 5:30 pm on Manchester's cable station channel 23.
This coming Saturday I do my first book signing at Innisfree Bookshop in Meredith NH.
Next month I have two Rotary presentations scheduled.
I have a book signing scheduled for December 5th.
I did two book displays at Jewish organizations this summer. One being the Jewish Federation of New Hampshire and the second the National Havurah Summer Retreat.
Last but not least, I did one live radio interview on the book and a cable TV interview for a show called "Living Your Passion" that is running for five Mondays this month at 5:30 pm on Manchester's cable station channel 23.
Chapter Forty-Four Successful
Atwan sits at his desk nervously tapping his fingers. Two weeks have passed since he gave the lab the sample of uranium for testing. His anxiety level increases with every day, mainly because of the Euros equaling three hundred thousand American dollars that now sit in a mafiya account – and so far, nothing to show for it. Looking at the picture of the prophet Mohammad on his wall, he knows he must have faith. At least that’s what he tells himself.
Finally, he cannot stand it any longer. He calls the lab. “This is Jibril Atwan. Where are the results from the sample I left with you? It’s two weeks now.”
The lab assistant, realizing the importance of the man who is calling, says, “I will get my director, sir.”
The head of the lab comes to the phone. “Jibril, we are just putting our notes together as we speak. You will have a hard copy within the hour. We took our time so we could be absolutely positive of our findings.”
“All right,” Atwan says with a sigh. “I hope that you have good news for me.”
“You will be satisfied, Jibril.” The director hangs up his phone and shakes his head. Bureaucrats, he groans inwardly.
Finally, he cannot stand it any longer. He calls the lab. “This is Jibril Atwan. Where are the results from the sample I left with you? It’s two weeks now.”
The lab assistant, realizing the importance of the man who is calling, says, “I will get my director, sir.”
The head of the lab comes to the phone. “Jibril, we are just putting our notes together as we speak. You will have a hard copy within the hour. We took our time so we could be absolutely positive of our findings.”
“All right,” Atwan says with a sigh. “I hope that you have good news for me.”
“You will be satisfied, Jibril.” The director hangs up his phone and shakes his head. Bureaucrats, he groans inwardly.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Chapter Forty-Three Early October
“What did I do to deserve this pleasure, my friend?”
“The last time we spoke, you promised me two Kilos in ten to twelve months time. I’m merely calling to see if they are still on schedule.”
“Jibril, you’re fortunate that I like you,” says Kolzak, his voice deep and gruff. “You know that I’m only the minister of defense, not somebody with power. But, yes, we are still on schedule for the ten to twelve months delivery date I gave you. However, Jibril, now that you have called, I think it is good that you consider paying us the moneys you’re scheduled to pay since we have upgraded your delivery. I’m sure you know that it costs to get the needed parts as quickly as you want them. I also expect that you will have deposited the remainder when your crews arrive to receive delivery of the subs from our yards.”
“I assume that when you require the balance,” Atwan counters, “the subs will have undergone sea trials. I do not want any of my men finding what could be fatal leaks.”
“Jibril, you can have your men here in four months, if you like. They can monitor and sign off on the sea trials and have any questions answered for them first-hand. That way we do not have to worry about any suspicious sub sinkings on the way home. I don’t want you calling me back saying something is my fault.”
Atwan just laughs. Would I do something like that?
“I wouldn’t put it past you, Jibril.”
“The last time we spoke, you promised me two Kilos in ten to twelve months time. I’m merely calling to see if they are still on schedule.”
“Jibril, you’re fortunate that I like you,” says Kolzak, his voice deep and gruff. “You know that I’m only the minister of defense, not somebody with power. But, yes, we are still on schedule for the ten to twelve months delivery date I gave you. However, Jibril, now that you have called, I think it is good that you consider paying us the moneys you’re scheduled to pay since we have upgraded your delivery. I’m sure you know that it costs to get the needed parts as quickly as you want them. I also expect that you will have deposited the remainder when your crews arrive to receive delivery of the subs from our yards.”
“I assume that when you require the balance,” Atwan counters, “the subs will have undergone sea trials. I do not want any of my men finding what could be fatal leaks.”
“Jibril, you can have your men here in four months, if you like. They can monitor and sign off on the sea trials and have any questions answered for them first-hand. That way we do not have to worry about any suspicious sub sinkings on the way home. I don’t want you calling me back saying something is my fault.”
Atwan just laughs. Would I do something like that?
“I wouldn’t put it past you, Jibril.”
Monday, August 17, 2009
Chapter Forty-Two Pushing for a Sample
As soon as the phone is answered Hussein says, “Dimitri, do you have our sample ready for pickup?”
“What? Who is this?” Then realizing, he says, “You were supposed to call me back in one week. Can’t you people count?”
“Of course we can count. We are three days late. Our schedule has been hectic.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dimitri says dismissively. “I have your sample. You realize you can’t leave this stuff sitting around like a loaf of bread.”
“How much does it weigh and what size container do you need?” Dakham asks. “And do you want the container sent to your warehouse or to another location?”
“The sample weighs about twenty-four grams, nearly one metric ounce in mass. You can figure what size container from that. Send it to the warehouse where we first met. I assume you have the address.”
“All right, Dimitri, this is what we will do. Dakham is going to send you a titanium container with a lead lining. We are going to ship you this container via United Parcel Service overnight. Your people will place the sample in this container and lead seal it so it cannot be tampered with. UPS will provide you with a return shipping label that will enable you to return the container to us at no charge. Mark the contents as x-ray materials for lab use. We are not intending to value the components at other than their normal insurance benefits, so as not to arouse any interest in it. The package will be returned to us the same way, via overnight delivery.”
“And payment?”
“What? Who is this?” Then realizing, he says, “You were supposed to call me back in one week. Can’t you people count?”
“Of course we can count. We are three days late. Our schedule has been hectic.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dimitri says dismissively. “I have your sample. You realize you can’t leave this stuff sitting around like a loaf of bread.”
“How much does it weigh and what size container do you need?” Dakham asks. “And do you want the container sent to your warehouse or to another location?”
“The sample weighs about twenty-four grams, nearly one metric ounce in mass. You can figure what size container from that. Send it to the warehouse where we first met. I assume you have the address.”
“All right, Dimitri, this is what we will do. Dakham is going to send you a titanium container with a lead lining. We are going to ship you this container via United Parcel Service overnight. Your people will place the sample in this container and lead seal it so it cannot be tampered with. UPS will provide you with a return shipping label that will enable you to return the container to us at no charge. Mark the contents as x-ray materials for lab use. We are not intending to value the components at other than their normal insurance benefits, so as not to arouse any interest in it. The package will be returned to us the same way, via overnight delivery.”
“And payment?”
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Chapter Forty-One Succession Matters
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the president opens the discussion, “This meeting has just one item on its agenda. There will be plenty of time for discussion. After the discussion, I’ll make my statement.”
He quickly moves into the meat of his presentation. “Having received a growing body of substantiated intelligence on a regular basis, it appears that the nation of Iran is threatening to attack both the United States and the State of Israel.” This news creates a general stirring around the table.
“When that might happen, no one can say at this point. However, the information received to date indicates that sometime in the near future we are going to be involved in a confrontation with them. As president, it is my responsibility under the Constitution to protect our people and our nation to the best of my ability. Because of the serious nature of this intelligence, I’ve met privately with our admiral and generals sitting here this
morning. We have discussed both preemptive confrontation and retaliatory confrontation.
“As the four of us see it, this country has a major problem if its shores are attacked on a larger scale than September 11th, 2001. If we are restricted to the Constitution’s prescription for who takes over as acting president in the case of the death or inability of the president to function as commander-in-chief, we could become quickly crippled by our inability to make tactical military decisions to save our nation in a timely fashion.
“Therefore, I’m proposing the following:
He quickly moves into the meat of his presentation. “Having received a growing body of substantiated intelligence on a regular basis, it appears that the nation of Iran is threatening to attack both the United States and the State of Israel.” This news creates a general stirring around the table.
“When that might happen, no one can say at this point. However, the information received to date indicates that sometime in the near future we are going to be involved in a confrontation with them. As president, it is my responsibility under the Constitution to protect our people and our nation to the best of my ability. Because of the serious nature of this intelligence, I’ve met privately with our admiral and generals sitting here this
morning. We have discussed both preemptive confrontation and retaliatory confrontation.
“As the four of us see it, this country has a major problem if its shores are attacked on a larger scale than September 11th, 2001. If we are restricted to the Constitution’s prescription for who takes over as acting president in the case of the death or inability of the president to function as commander-in-chief, we could become quickly crippled by our inability to make tactical military decisions to save our nation in a timely fashion.
“Therefore, I’m proposing the following:
Monday, August 10, 2009
Chapter Forty Seventy-Two Hours Later
McDonald and Walker sit down across from the president and the Mossad director. Egan gets the discussion rolling. “Ariel, I suppose that the prime minister filled you in why I called him and what feedback he was able to give me. It wasn’t much, to tell you the truth.”
“Yes, sir, he did. At the time you called him, he was not aware of the nature of our insertion. We were still interpreting the materials our team brought back from inside of Iran.”
What a bunch of bullshit, Egan thinks. This operation had to be sanctioned by the prime minister. Mossad doesn’t have that kind of authority. “All right, Ariel, you’ve been sent here by the prime minister. Can you share with us why Israel took such a risk, sending a covert team into Iran?”
“Mr. President, you know the current president of Iran has been spitting out venom for a long time regarding the destruction of Israel. We received information that Bampur was another of a growing list of facilities capable of producing materials that could be used in nuclear weapons. We have also received information that they were in the midst of purchasing two more Kilo submarines from Russia.”
President Egan replies, “We know of a number of facilities producing weapons grade materials. They already have four Kilos. What makes Bampur different, and what makes two more subs big news for you?”
“Their Shahab-3 – outfitted with a nuclear warhead, capable of being fired from a submarine, represents very big news to us. In fact, it may be something America should be concerned about as well. It turns out, however, that Bampur is not enriching uranium. It is reprocessing plutonium.” Wattenberg stuns the Americans into silence. All three stare at each other in alarm. Damn, thinks Egan, this is new. No, this we weren’t aware of.
“Yes, sir, he did. At the time you called him, he was not aware of the nature of our insertion. We were still interpreting the materials our team brought back from inside of Iran.”
What a bunch of bullshit, Egan thinks. This operation had to be sanctioned by the prime minister. Mossad doesn’t have that kind of authority. “All right, Ariel, you’ve been sent here by the prime minister. Can you share with us why Israel took such a risk, sending a covert team into Iran?”
“Mr. President, you know the current president of Iran has been spitting out venom for a long time regarding the destruction of Israel. We received information that Bampur was another of a growing list of facilities capable of producing materials that could be used in nuclear weapons. We have also received information that they were in the midst of purchasing two more Kilo submarines from Russia.”
President Egan replies, “We know of a number of facilities producing weapons grade materials. They already have four Kilos. What makes Bampur different, and what makes two more subs big news for you?”
“Their Shahab-3 – outfitted with a nuclear warhead, capable of being fired from a submarine, represents very big news to us. In fact, it may be something America should be concerned about as well. It turns out, however, that Bampur is not enriching uranium. It is reprocessing plutonium.” Wattenberg stuns the Americans into silence. All three stare at each other in alarm. Damn, thinks Egan, this is new. No, this we weren’t aware of.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Chapter Thirty Nine End of September
Prime Minister Brumwell receives the message and heads for his office. When the president of the United States calls, you don’t put him off until tomorrow. As requested, the prime minister selects a secure line and dials the White House. The call is forwarded to Janet White, who in turn advises the president that the prime minister is holding on a secure line.
President Egan picks up his phone. “Mr. Prime Minister, how was your dinner?”
“Well, Mr. President, dinner was the usual stuff, but I have to tell you, the Knesset discussion was more than enlightening for a change. However, you don’t call me this late in the day without good reason,” Yaakov says, quickly bringing the subject around to weightier matters. “What’s going on?”
“Well, Yaakov, a certain situation has surfaced that we need to clear up immediately.”
“A certain situation, Bill? Can you be more specific?”
“We identified one of your Dolphin subs off the coast of Iran a couple of weeks ago. We know the submarine placed a covert team inside of Iran.”
Yaakov Brumwell says nothing.
President Egan picks up his phone. “Mr. Prime Minister, how was your dinner?”
“Well, Mr. President, dinner was the usual stuff, but I have to tell you, the Knesset discussion was more than enlightening for a change. However, you don’t call me this late in the day without good reason,” Yaakov says, quickly bringing the subject around to weightier matters. “What’s going on?”
“Well, Yaakov, a certain situation has surfaced that we need to clear up immediately.”
“A certain situation, Bill? Can you be more specific?”
“We identified one of your Dolphin subs off the coast of Iran a couple of weeks ago. We know the submarine placed a covert team inside of Iran.”
Yaakov Brumwell says nothing.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Chapter Thirty-Eight Second Week in September
Ten days after picking up Schwartz and Silberberg, the Renewal cruises into home port.
Captain Katz and executive officer Micah Rubin both watch them as they depart from the prow of the sub and onto the pier. The four of them have already said goodbye below decks, to call as little attention to their departure as possible. No need to offer unknown eyes anything unusual to witness. Four sailors carry the team’s equipment and place it on the pier next to a blue van which sits idling there. Schwartz and Silberberg are happy to be on dry land. They are surprised to find they still feel drained and tired even after the restful trip back to Israel.
Standing just within the conning tower, Rubin muses. “Will we ever know what they learned, Captain?”
“Most likely not, Micah, which is probably for the best. So long as what they learned is well utilized by the powers-that-be. Those are two very brave young men. I’m glad to see they have returned safely.”
Captain Katz and executive officer Micah Rubin both watch them as they depart from the prow of the sub and onto the pier. The four of them have already said goodbye below decks, to call as little attention to their departure as possible. No need to offer unknown eyes anything unusual to witness. Four sailors carry the team’s equipment and place it on the pier next to a blue van which sits idling there. Schwartz and Silberberg are happy to be on dry land. They are surprised to find they still feel drained and tired even after the restful trip back to Israel.
Standing just within the conning tower, Rubin muses. “Will we ever know what they learned, Captain?”
“Most likely not, Micah, which is probably for the best. So long as what they learned is well utilized by the powers-that-be. Those are two very brave young men. I’m glad to see they have returned safely.”
Friday, July 24, 2009
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DEAR JOE,
What a book. “Behind The Lies,” is one of the best books that I have ever read. I was quite impressed, and agree with the first testimonial review; add my name to that one.
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What a book. “Behind The Lies,” is one of the best books that I have ever read. I was quite impressed, and agree with the first testimonial review; add my name to that one.
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Thursday, July 23, 2009
Chapter Thirty Seven Two Days Later
True to his word, Atwan shows up a half hour later. “Well, gentlemen. Any questions?”
“No questions,” says Hussein. “We understand what you want to us do, and what you want us to cover. However, we need to use our own words or this is going to come off all wrong.”
“Why do you say that? You think our writer doesn’t know what he’s doing?”
Uh-oh, Hussein thinks. Maybe it’s Atwan who thinks he’s the next Shakespeare… “No, no, Jibril,” he hurries to say, “it’s just that Dimitri knows what we sound like in conversation. I need to start this the way I’d normally talk – not the way somebody else would. What’s really important is that we get all your points across.” Dakham is nodding his agreement as Hussein speaks.
“All right, expert,” Atwan says to Hussein. “Dial the number, and make sure you’re effective. Leave space for Hamid to say something so that he knows you two are still in this together.”
Hussein lifts the receiver, then pushes the button for the Pakistani line. He recognizes the number as the same number he called from within Russia. After dialing, the call is routed through Pakistan for both incoming and outgoing calls. It rings four times before someone finally picks it up.
“Who’s this?” says a voice that could be Dimitri’s.
“Who am I speaking with?” says Hussein.
“Dimitri Kostovich. Who is this?”
“Dimitri, this is Kamil and I have Hamid with me on speaker phone, so that we can both hear you.”
“You were supposed to call me in two weeks,” Dimitri says. “It’s now three weeks.”
“No questions,” says Hussein. “We understand what you want to us do, and what you want us to cover. However, we need to use our own words or this is going to come off all wrong.”
“Why do you say that? You think our writer doesn’t know what he’s doing?”
Uh-oh, Hussein thinks. Maybe it’s Atwan who thinks he’s the next Shakespeare… “No, no, Jibril,” he hurries to say, “it’s just that Dimitri knows what we sound like in conversation. I need to start this the way I’d normally talk – not the way somebody else would. What’s really important is that we get all your points across.” Dakham is nodding his agreement as Hussein speaks.
“All right, expert,” Atwan says to Hussein. “Dial the number, and make sure you’re effective. Leave space for Hamid to say something so that he knows you two are still in this together.”
Hussein lifts the receiver, then pushes the button for the Pakistani line. He recognizes the number as the same number he called from within Russia. After dialing, the call is routed through Pakistan for both incoming and outgoing calls. It rings four times before someone finally picks it up.
“Who’s this?” says a voice that could be Dimitri’s.
“Who am I speaking with?” says Hussein.
“Dimitri Kostovich. Who is this?”
“Dimitri, this is Kamil and I have Hamid with me on speaker phone, so that we can both hear you.”
“You were supposed to call me in two weeks,” Dimitri says. “It’s now three weeks.”
Monday, July 20, 2009
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Chapter Thirty-Six After Labor Day
“Well, suh,” Walker drawls, “we’re purty certain that a Dolphin-class sub from Israel dropped off a team of two onto Iranian shores. We been monitorin’ them, from the time they landed. Their destination, it turns out, was Bampur. They spent three and a half days there, then headed back to their drop point. At first we figgered they were headin’ out, then, for whatever reason, they turned around and went to Bandar Abbas.”
“The Iranian naval base,” says the President, rubbing his chin.
“Yes, suh, that’s the one. Bear in mind we’re trackin’ them only by heat sourcin’ – they were travelin’ in total darkness. But our equipment’s purty damned exceptional and we have confidence in our findin’s. So, then they camped out around Bandar Abbas for five days. What they found out, who knows, but then they headed eastward for one night. Then, it appears, they were retrieved by submarine, somewhere around Jask, the middle of the second night.”
“Jesus, those guys have balls. Excuse me, Allison,” the president says, after the fact.
“I’ve heard worse, sir,” McDonald grimaces. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Suh, NSA feels that Israel must have ’dentified what they went in for. The real issue heah is will they be sharin’ whatever that is with us?”
“John, you say in your report that the sub picked them up about thirty-six hours ago. They surely won’t return to Israel through the Suez Canal, which means they have to be going home the long way. Which means the powers that be in Israel won’t have a real handle on it for at least ten days.
“Allison, I want you to call Ariel Wattenberg in two weeks. I want you to tell him we’d like to have him visit the U.S. to discuss the status of things going on in Iran. Tell him that you and John will be meeting with him. Don’t tell him that we’ll be holding the meeting here in the Oval Office.”
“The Iranian naval base,” says the President, rubbing his chin.
“Yes, suh, that’s the one. Bear in mind we’re trackin’ them only by heat sourcin’ – they were travelin’ in total darkness. But our equipment’s purty damned exceptional and we have confidence in our findin’s. So, then they camped out around Bandar Abbas for five days. What they found out, who knows, but then they headed eastward for one night. Then, it appears, they were retrieved by submarine, somewhere around Jask, the middle of the second night.”
“Jesus, those guys have balls. Excuse me, Allison,” the president says, after the fact.
“I’ve heard worse, sir,” McDonald grimaces. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Suh, NSA feels that Israel must have ’dentified what they went in for. The real issue heah is will they be sharin’ whatever that is with us?”
“John, you say in your report that the sub picked them up about thirty-six hours ago. They surely won’t return to Israel through the Suez Canal, which means they have to be going home the long way. Which means the powers that be in Israel won’t have a real handle on it for at least ten days.
“Allison, I want you to call Ariel Wattenberg in two weeks. I want you to tell him we’d like to have him visit the U.S. to discuss the status of things going on in Iran. Tell him that you and John will be meeting with him. Don’t tell him that we’ll be holding the meeting here in the Oval Office.”
Monday, June 29, 2009
Chapter Thirty-Five Leaving No Traces
Aboard the Renewal, the radio shack records the encrypted message and notifies the captain he’s needed; high priority messages must be signed for. Captain Katz makes his way down from the control room and enters the radio room.
Reading the message, he smiles. They did it again, he thinks, then advises the radioman to send out an encrypted confirmation and log the message.
Leaving the radio room he heads back to the control room. Entering, he advises his XO and the navigator to set course for the coordinates in the message he hands them. “I want us there at 0130, to pick up the team at 0200,” he tells them. “XO, have Greenberg and Michaelson meet you and me in the wardroom at 1500. I want to go over the pickup with them personally.”
Reading the message, he smiles. They did it again, he thinks, then advises the radioman to send out an encrypted confirmation and log the message.
Leaving the radio room he heads back to the control room. Entering, he advises his XO and the navigator to set course for the coordinates in the message he hands them. “I want us there at 0130, to pick up the team at 0200,” he tells them. “XO, have Greenberg and Michaelson meet you and me in the wardroom at 1500. I want to go over the pickup with them personally.”
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Chapter Thirty-Four Second Site
Laying on their bellies looking through their field glasses, Silberberg says, “Holy shit, Natan, how do they expect us to get close enough to find out about their Kilos? Everything looks tighter than a drum around the place.”
“You’re right,” Schwartz whispers. “Let’s not worry about it yet. Let’s just get ourselves dug in. Tomorrow we can worry about how we pull this off.”
“Bampur was a Boy Scout exercise compared to this.”
“You’re right,” Schwartz whispers. “Let’s not worry about it yet. Let’s just get ourselves dug in. Tomorrow we can worry about how we pull this off.”
“Bampur was a Boy Scout exercise compared to this.”
Third Review:
An intelligent, interesting, and sobering story. This intricate, well-researched plot serves as an important cautionary tale.
The reader is reminded of Clancy and Ludlum.
This is a novel that should be read and discussed.
Phil C.
The reader is reminded of Clancy and Ludlum.
This is a novel that should be read and discussed.
Phil C.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Chapter Thirty-Three Fourth Week in August
Two hours later, Atwan walks through the door. His penetrating stare is enough to make people cringe. He takes the chair directly at the head of the table. Hussein and Dakham are sitting to either side of him. “Welcome back, gentlemen,” says Atwan, his expression unreadable. “How was your little – vacation?”
“For the most part, it was truly boring, if you must know,” says Hussein.
Atwan is not amused. “All right. I want to hear about every single thing you did and every single person you dealt with. Do not leave out any details. What may seem unimportant to the two of you may be very important to me.” Atwan turns on a recorder.
For the next five hours, Hussein and Dakham give Atwan an exhaustive – and exhausting – description of everything they did, saw and heard on their trip. They tell him where they ate each meal and what they ordered. They tell him about people who rode elevators with them. They try to remember every fellow passenger on a two-hour trip on the Volga. They tell him about the lousy cab driver. Both get up at one time or another, to pace the room. Atwan sits quietly, the embodiment of patience, through the entire debriefing.
Finally both men run out of details. Looking across the table at each other, Dakham asks Hussein, “Is that all?” Hussein searches the farthest reaches of his excellent memory before finally nodding.
“Good,” says Atwan, getting to his feet. “Wait here. I must speak with someone about some of the things you have just told me before we continue.”
Hussein and Dakham’s eyes lock on each other. Continue?
“For the most part, it was truly boring, if you must know,” says Hussein.
Atwan is not amused. “All right. I want to hear about every single thing you did and every single person you dealt with. Do not leave out any details. What may seem unimportant to the two of you may be very important to me.” Atwan turns on a recorder.
For the next five hours, Hussein and Dakham give Atwan an exhaustive – and exhausting – description of everything they did, saw and heard on their trip. They tell him where they ate each meal and what they ordered. They tell him about people who rode elevators with them. They try to remember every fellow passenger on a two-hour trip on the Volga. They tell him about the lousy cab driver. Both get up at one time or another, to pace the room. Atwan sits quietly, the embodiment of patience, through the entire debriefing.
Finally both men run out of details. Looking across the table at each other, Dakham asks Hussein, “Is that all?” Hussein searches the farthest reaches of his excellent memory before finally nodding.
“Good,” says Atwan, getting to his feet. “Wait here. I must speak with someone about some of the things you have just told me before we continue.”
Hussein and Dakham’s eyes lock on each other. Continue?
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Chapter Thirty-Two End of the Second Week
“Well, suh, my reg’lar report’s just more of that same ol’, same ol’, like Allison’s. Except,” and he draws the word out for full dramatic effect, “our people have been monitorin’ that covert team of Israelis. Report is, they spent three or four days at the Bampur site, but now they’re on the move, reversin’ themselves, headin’ back towards their orig’nal deployment position.”
“Sounds like they’re gittin’ out of Dodge,” says the president. Walker’s southern accent can be contagious. “You’ve gotta wonder what the hell they found out there. When you see they’ve been evacuated, I want to be notified. Then Allison and I are going to have a little four-way chat with their prime minister and the Mossad.”
“Sounds like they’re gittin’ out of Dodge,” says the president. Walker’s southern accent can be contagious. “You’ve gotta wonder what the hell they found out there. When you see they’ve been evacuated, I want to be notified. Then Allison and I are going to have a little four-way chat with their prime minister and the Mossad.”
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Chapter Thirty-One Working a Deal
“We have found a supply of spent rods that are still located in a reactor that’s not functioning. To get them out would take many skilled people and would certainly draw attention – too much attention.” He looks genuinely frustrated.
“However, we have located some projectiles that are, shall we say, unaccounted for,” he quickly goes on. “They should be able to serve whatever purpose you need the rods for.”
Dakham shakes his head. “We are not looking to ship projectiles. We are interested in purchasing those gear box housings to move nuclear materials we had hoped you’d been able to find. The projectiles would be useless to our client.”
Dimitri looks at them both, then says evenly, “You’d have to reprocess the rods. The materials inside the projectiles should be usable without remanufacturing.”
Hussein replies, “We can only advise our client of your dilemma. We will also tell them of your suggestion. However, I’d suggest that if you can find a way of removing the materials in question, we might have a better chance of reaching an agreement.”
Dimitri lowers his eyelids to half mast, then says, “Have you found someone else who says he can supply what you want in Russia?”
“However, we have located some projectiles that are, shall we say, unaccounted for,” he quickly goes on. “They should be able to serve whatever purpose you need the rods for.”
Dakham shakes his head. “We are not looking to ship projectiles. We are interested in purchasing those gear box housings to move nuclear materials we had hoped you’d been able to find. The projectiles would be useless to our client.”
Dimitri looks at them both, then says evenly, “You’d have to reprocess the rods. The materials inside the projectiles should be usable without remanufacturing.”
Hussein replies, “We can only advise our client of your dilemma. We will also tell them of your suggestion. However, I’d suggest that if you can find a way of removing the materials in question, we might have a better chance of reaching an agreement.”
Dimitri lowers his eyelids to half mast, then says, “Have you found someone else who says he can supply what you want in Russia?”
Monday, June 15, 2009
Chapter Thirty Radioactive Readings
At Mossad headquarters, Bergman receives the information almost instantaneously. He downloads everything, and has the encryptions deciphered. His eyes go wide as he reads what’s before him. He quickly sends the data on emissions and radiation to the special science group monitoring this project.
Beads of sweat form on his forehead as the reality of what’s going on in Iran, what they have feared all along, sinks in.
By 0730 the following day, Bergman has a report from the science group on the two days of data provided to them by his desert rats. It is not good.
The conversations the team has been able to record are mostly just typical gripe sessions between soldiers stuck in a lousy location. But some of the content suggests that these soldiers are aware of what they’re being exposed to, leading the specialists to believe that the nuclear situation in this location is both highly suspect and critical.
They also believe that the levels of emissions and radioactivity suggest that this facility is not enriching uranium, but rather reprocessing plutonium. This conclusion is every bit as dangerous as if they were enriching uranium. Reprocessed plutonium can also be used in nuclear warheads.
Beads of sweat form on his forehead as the reality of what’s going on in Iran, what they have feared all along, sinks in.
By 0730 the following day, Bergman has a report from the science group on the two days of data provided to them by his desert rats. It is not good.
The conversations the team has been able to record are mostly just typical gripe sessions between soldiers stuck in a lousy location. But some of the content suggests that these soldiers are aware of what they’re being exposed to, leading the specialists to believe that the nuclear situation in this location is both highly suspect and critical.
They also believe that the levels of emissions and radioactivity suggest that this facility is not enriching uranium, but rather reprocessing plutonium. This conclusion is every bit as dangerous as if they were enriching uranium. Reprocessed plutonium can also be used in nuclear warheads.
Second Review
Joe,
You covered every angle and left no loose ends. It's totally amazing that a first time author could write such a powerful thriller demonstrating a grasp of human nature, politics, espionage, and amazing military knowledge.
You totally blew me away. It's better than I ever expected. I could not put the book down for the last 150 pages. I sat totally absorbed by the suspense and was surprised by my own emotions as the story evolved. You did a phenomenal job and now you need to start writing the script for the screen. It will make Tom Clancy take notice that he met his match.
Put me down as your number 1 fan and please get back to work ASAP with a sequel.
Rhoda
You covered every angle and left no loose ends. It's totally amazing that a first time author could write such a powerful thriller demonstrating a grasp of human nature, politics, espionage, and amazing military knowledge.
You totally blew me away. It's better than I ever expected. I could not put the book down for the last 150 pages. I sat totally absorbed by the suspense and was surprised by my own emotions as the story evolved. You did a phenomenal job and now you need to start writing the script for the screen. It will make Tom Clancy take notice that he met his match.
Put me down as your number 1 fan and please get back to work ASAP with a sequel.
Rhoda
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Chapter Twenty-Nine Second Week in August
After three days of staying under cover through daylight hours, and traveling during darkness, Schwartz and Silberberg arrive at their designated point around 0100 hours on the fourth night. No Iranians have appeared along the way to give them any trouble.
“Let’s take a break here, Mark,” Schwartz suggests, “and recon the area to find the most advantageous spot for us to set up. We need to keep within a range that’ll allow us to obtain emissions readings and be able to record conversations.”
“I’d like to suggest that when we leave here,” Silberberg counters, “we take a dip in that body of water back where we filled our canteens. I don’t know about you, but I feel filthy.”
Schwartz is an easy sell. “Agreed. It’ll be a long time before we see our next shower.”
Viewing through night vision binoculars, they agree on a spot that will put them within the range they need, a natural rise in the desert that offers them some height, allowing them to observe what they believe is the front entrance of the facility.
Halfway up the rise, they dig out an area just large enough for them to maneuver around each other. During daylight, they’ll record any readings they can obtain and attempt to record voice conversations as well. During the night, they’ll move in closer to the facility to obtain more information.
Schwartz consults his watch. “It is almost 0415, Mark. Let’s set up the camo cover and you catch some shut eye.” Silberberg is entirely willing to sign on to this plan.
“Let’s take a break here, Mark,” Schwartz suggests, “and recon the area to find the most advantageous spot for us to set up. We need to keep within a range that’ll allow us to obtain emissions readings and be able to record conversations.”
“I’d like to suggest that when we leave here,” Silberberg counters, “we take a dip in that body of water back where we filled our canteens. I don’t know about you, but I feel filthy.”
Schwartz is an easy sell. “Agreed. It’ll be a long time before we see our next shower.”
Viewing through night vision binoculars, they agree on a spot that will put them within the range they need, a natural rise in the desert that offers them some height, allowing them to observe what they believe is the front entrance of the facility.
Halfway up the rise, they dig out an area just large enough for them to maneuver around each other. During daylight, they’ll record any readings they can obtain and attempt to record voice conversations as well. During the night, they’ll move in closer to the facility to obtain more information.
Schwartz consults his watch. “It is almost 0415, Mark. Let’s set up the camo cover and you catch some shut eye.” Silberberg is entirely willing to sign on to this plan.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Another Reader's Comment
This book is fantastic! It is so relevant to today’s current events. I hope what
you are writing doesn’t really happen. I haven’t been able to let it sit for long
periods and am almost to the end. Bob C.
you are writing doesn’t really happen. I haven’t been able to let it sit for long
periods and am almost to the end. Bob C.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Chapter Twenty-Eight Executive Power
President Egan calls his personal secretary on the intercom. “Janet, please come into the Oval Office. We have work to do and I need you now.”
“Yes, sir,” comes the quick reply.
Janet picks up her steno pad and the president’s schedule log, walks over to the door of the and knocks. On hearing the president’s okay, the Secret Service man standing in front of the door opens it for her. Janet takes her usual seat in front of the president’s large desk.
“Before we start scheduling a meeting I’m planning, I’d like your opinion on something, Janet. Your security clearance allows me to ask you this. I’m looking for an opinion of an American citizen, not a politician.”
Janet thinks about it for a moment, then nods. “I can do that. What are you asking, sir?”
“Picture this, if you would: a foreign government attacks the United States without warning and takes out top levels of our government. Our Constitution allows for a succession process that replaces those in authority. In fact, the process for successions goes eighteen levels deep, though if anyone on that list were not native-born, he or she would not be able to take office as president. Working through it would be long, tedious and difficult, particularly in the chaos of a such a situation. My question is: would you expect the remnants of the government to follow the Constitutional guidelines to a T? Or would you – just as a citizen, remember – be willing to consider having the nation’s military commanders take charge of retaliation, to protect our country and our citizens?”
“Phew, sir,” Janet says, clearly overwhelmed. “Let me digest this a moment.” She pauses, half of her brain addressing the question, the other half wanting to cry out, What are you telling me? Are we in imminent danger of attack?
“Yes, sir,” comes the quick reply.
Janet picks up her steno pad and the president’s schedule log, walks over to the door of the and knocks. On hearing the president’s okay, the Secret Service man standing in front of the door opens it for her. Janet takes her usual seat in front of the president’s large desk.
“Before we start scheduling a meeting I’m planning, I’d like your opinion on something, Janet. Your security clearance allows me to ask you this. I’m looking for an opinion of an American citizen, not a politician.”
Janet thinks about it for a moment, then nods. “I can do that. What are you asking, sir?”
“Picture this, if you would: a foreign government attacks the United States without warning and takes out top levels of our government. Our Constitution allows for a succession process that replaces those in authority. In fact, the process for successions goes eighteen levels deep, though if anyone on that list were not native-born, he or she would not be able to take office as president. Working through it would be long, tedious and difficult, particularly in the chaos of a such a situation. My question is: would you expect the remnants of the government to follow the Constitutional guidelines to a T? Or would you – just as a citizen, remember – be willing to consider having the nation’s military commanders take charge of retaliation, to protect our country and our citizens?”
“Phew, sir,” Janet says, clearly overwhelmed. “Let me digest this a moment.” She pauses, half of her brain addressing the question, the other half wanting to cry out, What are you telling me? Are we in imminent danger of attack?
Friday, June 5, 2009
Other Readers' comments!
"I haven’t been into a novel this much since I read, Angels and Demons. The detail
and character depth keeps my interest going." Dr. Ed R.
"Anyway, I continue to be amazed that anyone has the imagination to fill in the
details to make a book such as yours become such an intense living thing when you
are reading it." J.S.
and character depth keeps my interest going." Dr. Ed R.
"Anyway, I continue to be amazed that anyone has the imagination to fill in the
details to make a book such as yours become such an intense living thing when you
are reading it." J.S.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Chapter Twenty-Seven Second Guessing
“This unit is full of rust-preventative grease. It looks like it’s never been run,” Dakham says, acknowledging the obvious. Ivan opens several more for their inspection. They all look to be in similar condition.
“Dimitri, we are shopping for used equipment,” Hussein grumbles. “Our budgets do not allow us to buy new. If we did, we could not afford all that we need to obtain.”
“Look, when you’re looking for specific equipment, you may not always have the option of finding used parts,” Dimitri counters. “But do not worry. I can offer it to you at not much more than used pricing.”
After an hour of looking around, Hussein walks back to where Dimitri has been sitting all this time. “Dimitri,” he says, “give us a package price on the four reducers we opened and the four switchgear boxes you have on the third skid. And we have one more request.”
“I’ll have the pricing for you tomorrow. If we come to terms, you will have to pay in US dollars only. What’s your other request?”
Hussein hesitates, then plunges into the real reason they are here. “The customer who needs this equipment is now requesting that we also look for some spent fuel rods.”
“And where would I get spent fuel rods?” asks Dimitri.
“We don’t know. We are only asking if you can. If not, we’ll have to continue shopping for that part of the package,” Dakham answers for Hussein. It is clear that these two are working as a team.
“You do know, I assume,” Dimitri answers cautiously, “that if I could possibly supply them, the price would be…very expensive.”
“Dimitri, we are shopping for used equipment,” Hussein grumbles. “Our budgets do not allow us to buy new. If we did, we could not afford all that we need to obtain.”
“Look, when you’re looking for specific equipment, you may not always have the option of finding used parts,” Dimitri counters. “But do not worry. I can offer it to you at not much more than used pricing.”
After an hour of looking around, Hussein walks back to where Dimitri has been sitting all this time. “Dimitri,” he says, “give us a package price on the four reducers we opened and the four switchgear boxes you have on the third skid. And we have one more request.”
“I’ll have the pricing for you tomorrow. If we come to terms, you will have to pay in US dollars only. What’s your other request?”
Hussein hesitates, then plunges into the real reason they are here. “The customer who needs this equipment is now requesting that we also look for some spent fuel rods.”
“And where would I get spent fuel rods?” asks Dimitri.
“We don’t know. We are only asking if you can. If not, we’ll have to continue shopping for that part of the package,” Dakham answers for Hussein. It is clear that these two are working as a team.
“You do know, I assume,” Dimitri answers cautiously, “that if I could possibly supply them, the price would be…very expensive.”
Monday, June 1, 2009
Chapter Twenty-Six NSA Tracking Capabilities
“Mr. Pres’dent, most of that report’s pretty similar to what we discussed yesterday,” Walker begins. “However, one of our satellite analysts has been watchin’ two human forms for four days now. They travel only durin’ the night.”
John knows enough not to paint the whole picture all at once. The president falls for the bait. “And what’s so special about that?” asks Egan.
“If we weren’t lookin’ for somethin’ covert, possibly from Israel, I’d probably say nothin’. But here we have a team of two, movin’ only under the cover of darkness. They seem to have arrived someplace and it looks like they’ve taken up residence. The place is called Bampur.” He draws the second syllable out like he’s imitating a cat.
“Bampur? What the hell do the Israeli’s know about that we don’t? Allison, does the CIA have any idea?”
“No, sir.”
“John, what does NSA know about this place?”
“Sir, I have to plead ignorance, same as Allison. It just looks like a speck of a farmin’ village with a little bit of water. We don’t have a clue what’s goin’ on there.”
“Well, I suggest we do a little spying of our own with our satellites and eavesdropping skills and see if we can’t find out what the Israelis seem so anxious to learn.”
John knows enough not to paint the whole picture all at once. The president falls for the bait. “And what’s so special about that?” asks Egan.
“If we weren’t lookin’ for somethin’ covert, possibly from Israel, I’d probably say nothin’. But here we have a team of two, movin’ only under the cover of darkness. They seem to have arrived someplace and it looks like they’ve taken up residence. The place is called Bampur.” He draws the second syllable out like he’s imitating a cat.
“Bampur? What the hell do the Israeli’s know about that we don’t? Allison, does the CIA have any idea?”
“No, sir.”
“John, what does NSA know about this place?”
“Sir, I have to plead ignorance, same as Allison. It just looks like a speck of a farmin’ village with a little bit of water. We don’t have a clue what’s goin’ on there.”
“Well, I suggest we do a little spying of our own with our satellites and eavesdropping skills and see if we can’t find out what the Israelis seem so anxious to learn.”
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Readers' Quotes about Behind The Lies
I can’t put the book down, I’m so into it. Maureen C.
You must have been a spy in the past; you have a great understanding of three
distinct cultures. Rhoda C.
I won’t let my husband start it until I am finished with it. M.C.
This is for the movie industry, I can’t put it down. R.C.
You must have been a spy in the past; you have a great understanding of three
distinct cultures. Rhoda C.
I won’t let my husband start it until I am finished with it. M.C.
This is for the movie industry, I can’t put it down. R.C.
Chapter Twenty-five Same Night Off Iran
ENCRYTED MESSAGE TO: COMSUB ATLANTIC US SUB FLEET ATLANTIC HEADQUARTERS *BREAK* HIGH
PRIORITY*BREAK* FROM USS TRENTON SSN*BREAK* ON STATION IN INDIAN OCEAN*BREAK*WE HAVE
ON RECORD A DOLPHIN CLASS SUBMARINE OFF-LOADING TWO JET SLEDS*BREAK*SLEDS THEN
PROCEED TO IRANIAN COASTLINE*BREAK*SLEDS RETURN WITHIN A THIRTY-MINUTE TIME
FRAME*BREAK*SUBMARINE RETRIEVES SLEDS ABOARD THEN MOVES OFF IN A SOUTHERLY
DIRECTION*END OF MESSAGE*
PRIORITY*BREAK* FROM USS TRENTON SSN*BREAK* ON STATION IN INDIAN OCEAN*BREAK*WE HAVE
ON RECORD A DOLPHIN CLASS SUBMARINE OFF-LOADING TWO JET SLEDS*BREAK*SLEDS THEN
PROCEED TO IRANIAN COASTLINE*BREAK*SLEDS RETURN WITHIN A THIRTY-MINUTE TIME
FRAME*BREAK*SUBMARINE RETRIEVES SLEDS ABOARD THEN MOVES OFF IN A SOUTHERLY
DIRECTION*END OF MESSAGE*
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
First Review for Behind The Lies My Novel
Wow Joe!
After building the plot effectively in the first half the last half blew me away. Up to midnight finishing which is something that I do very rarely. Your writing talents have been hidden but you will take your place with the majors. A much better plot than the Cussler and Griffins.
When you get your book in front of the major reviewers you should hit the big time.
Jim
After building the plot effectively in the first half the last half blew me away. Up to midnight finishing which is something that I do very rarely. Your writing talents have been hidden but you will take your place with the majors. A much better plot than the Cussler and Griffins.
When you get your book in front of the major reviewers you should hit the big time.
Jim
Monday, May 25, 2009
Chapter Twenty-Four August Insertion
At precisely 1400 hours , Silberberg and Schwartz enter the wardroom. Sitting at the dining table are Captain Katz, Commander Rubin, and their sled team.
“Have a seat, gentleman,” says Captain Katz, who notices he’s beginning to feel fatherly towards these two former IDF men. Silberberg and Schwartz select seats directly opposite Katz and Rubin.
“We will arrive on station for your departure at 2115,” says Captain Katz. “I want to double check that each of us is fully aware of our individual and joint responsibilities. If there are any unanswered questions, I want them cleared up now, before we reach that point.”
“Captain, Brian and Hal met with us yesterday to review everything that the four of us needed to go over,” Schwartz reports. “Mark and I are comfortable with both their levels of experience and abilities. We’re clear on the retrieve signal codes for pickup at the end of the mission. We believe everything is squared away on this end,”
“Are there any questions from either of you?”
“No, captain,” says Brain. “We know what we need to do. We can get them close enough to shore,” spoke Brian.
“I want the four of you ready to debark at 2145. I will bring the sub to the surface. The conning tower will be just above water line and the escape hatch right at the water’s edge, which should make it easier to get the sleds and the gear out of the sub. I suggest that you travel the first stretch at a depth of ten meters.” Four heads nod in unison.
“After you drop off Mark and Natan, I suggest you return in the same manner. Our listening devices will pick up the two sleds in plenty of time to resurface to reclaim the two of you.”
“Have a seat, gentleman,” says Captain Katz, who notices he’s beginning to feel fatherly towards these two former IDF men. Silberberg and Schwartz select seats directly opposite Katz and Rubin.
“We will arrive on station for your departure at 2115,” says Captain Katz. “I want to double check that each of us is fully aware of our individual and joint responsibilities. If there are any unanswered questions, I want them cleared up now, before we reach that point.”
“Captain, Brian and Hal met with us yesterday to review everything that the four of us needed to go over,” Schwartz reports. “Mark and I are comfortable with both their levels of experience and abilities. We’re clear on the retrieve signal codes for pickup at the end of the mission. We believe everything is squared away on this end,”
“Are there any questions from either of you?”
“No, captain,” says Brain. “We know what we need to do. We can get them close enough to shore,” spoke Brian.
“I want the four of you ready to debark at 2145. I will bring the sub to the surface. The conning tower will be just above water line and the escape hatch right at the water’s edge, which should make it easier to get the sleds and the gear out of the sub. I suggest that you travel the first stretch at a depth of ten meters.” Four heads nod in unison.
“After you drop off Mark and Natan, I suggest you return in the same manner. Our listening devices will pick up the two sleds in plenty of time to resurface to reclaim the two of you.”
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Chapter Twenty-Three Engineering Challenges
The four engineers look back and forth at each other. No one seems to wants to speak first, to make any kind of commitment and possibly end up playing the fool.
“Look, we have measured those torpedo tubes down to the last millimeter,” Abdullah exclaims with frustration. “We know what we are working with. Can we fire the missiles from submarines or not?”
Givon, normally the quiet one, speaks first. He may be quiet, but his thoughts on the subject are clear. “Not the way they are currently designed. In order to fire that missile from one of the Kilos, its physical structure must be altered. Torpedoes are not missiles, and missiles are not torpedoes. We must alter the fin design, so that they can fly effectively once they break the surface.”
Farhani picks up on Givon’s thought. “When we have the proper fin designs, we then have to create a special propulsion system, one that will allow the sub to fire the missiles electronically, to clear the tubes.”
Nouri disagrees. “Kharam – you’re always the optimist. That’s only part of the propulsion problem. We need a discharge force great enough to allow a modified Shahab-3 to clear the submarine and get far enough away before its booster rocket fires and takes it to the surface.”
Abbas, always the doubter, shakes his head. “Muhammad, everything built into that current missile is designed for dry land. This is a very different usage. Honestly, I have to wonder if ten months gives us enough time to solve all these problems.”
“Gentlemen, I hear what you’re saying,” Abdullah says mildly. “We know that the Americans have overcome this issue. If they can, we can. If we cannot, then I guess we no choice but to steal their secrets.” Abbas looks up, wide-eyed. “Which at the moment is not an option on the table,” Abdullah quickly assures them all.
“Rahim and Kharam, I want both of you to take a missile housing and begin working on the necessary alterations so it can clear the torpedo tubes and to make its flight efficient.” Givon and Farhani look at each other and rolls their eyes.
“Majid, Taher, I want you two to work on the initial firing system to get a missile underway and safely clear of the submarine before ignition.” Nouri nods. Abbas shrugs.
“Look, we have measured those torpedo tubes down to the last millimeter,” Abdullah exclaims with frustration. “We know what we are working with. Can we fire the missiles from submarines or not?”
Givon, normally the quiet one, speaks first. He may be quiet, but his thoughts on the subject are clear. “Not the way they are currently designed. In order to fire that missile from one of the Kilos, its physical structure must be altered. Torpedoes are not missiles, and missiles are not torpedoes. We must alter the fin design, so that they can fly effectively once they break the surface.”
Farhani picks up on Givon’s thought. “When we have the proper fin designs, we then have to create a special propulsion system, one that will allow the sub to fire the missiles electronically, to clear the tubes.”
Nouri disagrees. “Kharam – you’re always the optimist. That’s only part of the propulsion problem. We need a discharge force great enough to allow a modified Shahab-3 to clear the submarine and get far enough away before its booster rocket fires and takes it to the surface.”
Abbas, always the doubter, shakes his head. “Muhammad, everything built into that current missile is designed for dry land. This is a very different usage. Honestly, I have to wonder if ten months gives us enough time to solve all these problems.”
“Gentlemen, I hear what you’re saying,” Abdullah says mildly. “We know that the Americans have overcome this issue. If they can, we can. If we cannot, then I guess we no choice but to steal their secrets.” Abbas looks up, wide-eyed. “Which at the moment is not an option on the table,” Abdullah quickly assures them all.
“Rahim and Kharam, I want both of you to take a missile housing and begin working on the necessary alterations so it can clear the torpedo tubes and to make its flight efficient.” Givon and Farhani look at each other and rolls their eyes.
“Majid, Taher, I want you two to work on the initial firing system to get a missile underway and safely clear of the submarine before ignition.” Nouri nods. Abbas shrugs.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Chapter Twenty-Two Meeting the Mafiya
“And what type of equipment are you looking for from me?”
“We have a list of various mechanical and electrical components that we are searching for, to fulfill the needs of several clients,” replies Hussein.
“And what kinds of components would these be?” The comment is made in an aggravated, disparaging tone.
“The utilities we are working with are looking for large horsepower generators, impeller drives, gear reduction units, flow valves, steam turbines and switch gear panels, for their control rooms,” Dakham tells him, unperturbed, then asks, “Is this something that you can assist us with, or perhaps you can recommend someone else for us to visit while we are here?”
“Do you have a list?” Dimitri asks, his words a command, not a question.
“Of course.” Hussein produces a document and hands it over to Dimitri, who merely gives it a perfunctory, almost dismissive glance.
“Vicktor, bring Ivan up.”
A couple of minutes later Vicktor returns with a small man who looks to be in his fifties, wearing grease-covered coveralls.
“Ivan, I want you to take this list and see if we have any of these things in inventory. If not, check our other sources.”
“Yes, sir,” Ivan says, taking the list, he promptly heads back downstairs.
“Gentlemen,” returning his disdainful gaze to Hussein and Dakham, “give us a few days. We will get back to you if we can be of some assistance. If not, then I suppose we could recommend another source.”
“We have a list of various mechanical and electrical components that we are searching for, to fulfill the needs of several clients,” replies Hussein.
“And what kinds of components would these be?” The comment is made in an aggravated, disparaging tone.
“The utilities we are working with are looking for large horsepower generators, impeller drives, gear reduction units, flow valves, steam turbines and switch gear panels, for their control rooms,” Dakham tells him, unperturbed, then asks, “Is this something that you can assist us with, or perhaps you can recommend someone else for us to visit while we are here?”
“Do you have a list?” Dimitri asks, his words a command, not a question.
“Of course.” Hussein produces a document and hands it over to Dimitri, who merely gives it a perfunctory, almost dismissive glance.
“Vicktor, bring Ivan up.”
A couple of minutes later Vicktor returns with a small man who looks to be in his fifties, wearing grease-covered coveralls.
“Ivan, I want you to take this list and see if we have any of these things in inventory. If not, check our other sources.”
“Yes, sir,” Ivan says, taking the list, he promptly heads back downstairs.
“Gentlemen,” returning his disdainful gaze to Hussein and Dakham, “give us a few days. We will get back to you if we can be of some assistance. If not, then I suppose we could recommend another source.”
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Chapter Twenty-One July Departure
As their gear is being unloaded and stored below decks, Schwartz, Silberberg and Bergman take a long look at each other. Nothing needs to be said. They all realize that this could very well be the last time they see each other.
“I expect to hear from both of you when you arrive on site,” Bergman says, breaking the solemn moment. “Remember, if you’re able to gather the information we need sooner than we have anticipated, move out. Do not remain any longer than you absolutely have to and put yourselves in unnecessary danger.”
Both Schwartz and Silberberg give Bergman a warm hug, both realizing that Bergman is as committed to the mission and anxious for their safety as they are. The three shake hands and board the sub.
Bergman takes one last look at them going aboard and prays God to protect them, for Israel’s sake, for their families’ sakes, and for his sake. Their loss on this mission, which for better or for worse was my idea, would be a burden I would bear for the rest of my life.
Climbing back up into the rental truck, he backs around and heads south to Tel Aviv. His nerves grow tenser with each passing mile – and the knowledge that the mission is actually about to begin.
“I expect to hear from both of you when you arrive on site,” Bergman says, breaking the solemn moment. “Remember, if you’re able to gather the information we need sooner than we have anticipated, move out. Do not remain any longer than you absolutely have to and put yourselves in unnecessary danger.”
Both Schwartz and Silberberg give Bergman a warm hug, both realizing that Bergman is as committed to the mission and anxious for their safety as they are. The three shake hands and board the sub.
Bergman takes one last look at them going aboard and prays God to protect them, for Israel’s sake, for their families’ sakes, and for his sake. Their loss on this mission, which for better or for worse was my idea, would be a burden I would bear for the rest of my life.
Climbing back up into the rental truck, he backs around and heads south to Tel Aviv. His nerves grow tenser with each passing mile – and the knowledge that the mission is actually about to begin.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Chapter Twenty Authorized Mission
Silberberg looks over at Schwartz, who nods that Silberberg should take the question. Silberberg smiles.
“We’ll be ready to set sail one week from Tuesday,” Silberberg says with confidence. “This will give us sufficient time to check out all of the equipment, once it has arrived, have some time with the captain to go over things with him, and still allow for a drop day of two weeks from Monday, which is what we want to aim for. Unfortunately we do have to go the long way around the Cape, for security reasons.”
“Getting dropped off on a Monday will give us sufficient time to arrive at our first target area by Friday, based on traveling only at night,” Schwartz adds.
“Why Friday,” Jacob asks.
Silberberg explains his theory of the Muslim equivalent of Shabbat. “We feel that we’ll have the least intrusion into our activities, setting up on site, if we time our arrival then,” Silberberg explains.
“Anything else before we complete this meeting?” asks Jacob.
“Only that Yosef and I still need to work out our transfer of goods to Hidden Talents, which we can take care of after this meeting,” replies Schwartz.
Sitting there, sweat pouring down from his armpits, his hands icy cold, Bergman speaks up for the first time. “I will call you first thing in the morning, Natan.”
“Captain, is there anything else?” Jacob asks.
“No, sir. We can handle this.”
All of the men rise and shake hands as they leave the chief of staff’s conference room. All are aware of Bergman’s cold hands. Bergman leaves thinking, Oh my God, this impossible idea of mine is really going to happen. God help us all.
“We’ll be ready to set sail one week from Tuesday,” Silberberg says with confidence. “This will give us sufficient time to check out all of the equipment, once it has arrived, have some time with the captain to go over things with him, and still allow for a drop day of two weeks from Monday, which is what we want to aim for. Unfortunately we do have to go the long way around the Cape, for security reasons.”
“Getting dropped off on a Monday will give us sufficient time to arrive at our first target area by Friday, based on traveling only at night,” Schwartz adds.
“Why Friday,” Jacob asks.
Silberberg explains his theory of the Muslim equivalent of Shabbat. “We feel that we’ll have the least intrusion into our activities, setting up on site, if we time our arrival then,” Silberberg explains.
“Anything else before we complete this meeting?” asks Jacob.
“Only that Yosef and I still need to work out our transfer of goods to Hidden Talents, which we can take care of after this meeting,” replies Schwartz.
Sitting there, sweat pouring down from his armpits, his hands icy cold, Bergman speaks up for the first time. “I will call you first thing in the morning, Natan.”
“Captain, is there anything else?” Jacob asks.
“No, sir. We can handle this.”
All of the men rise and shake hands as they leave the chief of staff’s conference room. All are aware of Bergman’s cold hands. Bergman leaves thinking, Oh my God, this impossible idea of mine is really going to happen. God help us all.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Chapter Nineteen After Their Trip
Scanning the breakfast menu both men are amazed at the number of selections it offers. Breakfast menus are nothing like this back home, nor in Pakistan. Hussein chooses a small juice and an order of French toast. Dakham decides to eat hardy. He orders a large juice, two eggs over easy, plus an order of pancakes.
Suddenly, as they are just starting to eat, just as both agree they could get to like living like this, the man from the newsstand walks into the dining room and takes a seat along the opposite wall facing them. They cannot miss noticing him; he’s still wearing the same brown leather coat and bulky red sweater he wore on the plane yesterday.
“Shit,” Dakham says quietly. “Can’t we even have a comfortable breakfast?”
“Don’t lose it!” Hussein jokes. “However, I don’t believe in coincidences either, so I would venture to say we have a tail. Where he’s from I have no clue, but he sure as hell wants us to know he’s here. Any suggestions?”
Dakham replies, “Well, let’s take our time with breakfast and see how much time he has to spare. If he’s really a tail, he will wait until we move. If he’s not, then we may be just overreacting.”
“Maybe we are,” Hussein concurs, “maybe a little, since let’s face it, we are new at this. Yet my gut is telling me, other than how much it appreciates this French toast, that somehow this guy is here to play a part in whatever it is we are getting ourselves involved in.”
“Me too,” says Dakham. “I suggest we finish our breakfast and get out of the hotel for a while. See if he follows us, yes, but I will also lay you odds that our rooms are bugged. I would rather not say anything of importance within these walls.”
“Very wise,” Hussein compliments his partner.
Suddenly, as they are just starting to eat, just as both agree they could get to like living like this, the man from the newsstand walks into the dining room and takes a seat along the opposite wall facing them. They cannot miss noticing him; he’s still wearing the same brown leather coat and bulky red sweater he wore on the plane yesterday.
“Shit,” Dakham says quietly. “Can’t we even have a comfortable breakfast?”
“Don’t lose it!” Hussein jokes. “However, I don’t believe in coincidences either, so I would venture to say we have a tail. Where he’s from I have no clue, but he sure as hell wants us to know he’s here. Any suggestions?”
Dakham replies, “Well, let’s take our time with breakfast and see how much time he has to spare. If he’s really a tail, he will wait until we move. If he’s not, then we may be just overreacting.”
“Maybe we are,” Hussein concurs, “maybe a little, since let’s face it, we are new at this. Yet my gut is telling me, other than how much it appreciates this French toast, that somehow this guy is here to play a part in whatever it is we are getting ourselves involved in.”
“Me too,” says Dakham. “I suggest we finish our breakfast and get out of the hotel for a while. See if he follows us, yes, but I will also lay you odds that our rooms are bugged. I would rather not say anything of importance within these walls.”
“Very wise,” Hussein compliments his partner.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Chapter Eighteen Third Week of June
“Natan, you look like you didn’t get any sleep last night. I haven’t seen bags under your eyes this bad since we went on that drunk after our last trek in the Negev. You need rollers for these bags.”
“Very funny. I got some sleep,” Schwartz protested, “but I couldn’t get my mind to shut down on all the planning we need to do, the logistics of the operation. I just know that I will be a far happier man when we can get in there, get the job done and get out.”
“You know, you could let me share some of that load,” Silberberg offers with all sincerity.
“Mark, you have enough to do, making sure we have all of the equipment and supplies we need, making sure that everything is in operating order, making sure we haven’t missed anything.”
“Yeah, the pressure is on both of us,” Silberberg agrees. “The last three desert treks we did, the IDF delivered all the equipment we needed. All we had to do was follow IDF orders. IDF did all the planning and supplying. But so can we. Now, though, I’m realizing how much we took for granted, what all goes into planning an operation on this scale. Holy shit, this can be a real mind trip when you’re never done it before.”
“Good. Face it and get it off your chest,” Schwartz encourages his partner. “But we’ll be okay, Mark. It’s just new, having to rely on ourselves almost exclusively, except for Yosef and whoever ferries us in. This is our show.”
“And speaking of Yosef,” Silberberg interrupts, “let’s give him a call and see how he’s making out with his end of things.”
Schwartz picks up the secure line on his desk, then dials the special number Bergman left with them. After the third ring, Bergman picks up. “Code words, please.”
“A million dollars,” says Schwartz.
“Okay, Natan. What can I do for you this morning.”
“Very funny. I got some sleep,” Schwartz protested, “but I couldn’t get my mind to shut down on all the planning we need to do, the logistics of the operation. I just know that I will be a far happier man when we can get in there, get the job done and get out.”
“You know, you could let me share some of that load,” Silberberg offers with all sincerity.
“Mark, you have enough to do, making sure we have all of the equipment and supplies we need, making sure that everything is in operating order, making sure we haven’t missed anything.”
“Yeah, the pressure is on both of us,” Silberberg agrees. “The last three desert treks we did, the IDF delivered all the equipment we needed. All we had to do was follow IDF orders. IDF did all the planning and supplying. But so can we. Now, though, I’m realizing how much we took for granted, what all goes into planning an operation on this scale. Holy shit, this can be a real mind trip when you’re never done it before.”
“Good. Face it and get it off your chest,” Schwartz encourages his partner. “But we’ll be okay, Mark. It’s just new, having to rely on ourselves almost exclusively, except for Yosef and whoever ferries us in. This is our show.”
“And speaking of Yosef,” Silberberg interrupts, “let’s give him a call and see how he’s making out with his end of things.”
Schwartz picks up the secure line on his desk, then dials the special number Bergman left with them. After the third ring, Bergman picks up. “Code words, please.”
“A million dollars,” says Schwartz.
“Okay, Natan. What can I do for you this morning.”
Monday, May 4, 2009
Hooray We Made It--It's Published
Thursday, April 30th became a very special day for me. “Behind The Lies,” my first novel, a military thriller began being published. Excerpts from this novel are on the blog and I will continue to post something from each of the one hundred and six chapters. It is currently available for purchase from Xlibris the publisher on their website www.Xlibris.com or if you would like a signed copy you can log onto www.joesmiga.com. My first shipment of one hundred and twenty books will arrive three weeks from the publishing date. Writing the novel took twenty-six months and the process of finding the right editor and working with the publisher took another fifteen months. Now begins the process of marketing the novel.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Chapter Seventeen Meeting with Top Military Leaders
President Egan calls Janet White and instructs her to set a date one week from this Friday for him to meet with Admiral Smith and Generals Bradley and Sanford. “Make it for in the Situation Room. It will just be the four of us,” he tells her. “We’ll start at nine. Tell them to plan to spend all day if necessary. And arrange for Marine guards posted outside.”
“I’ll contact the admiral and the generals, sir,” Janet answers. Two hours later, she confirms the meeting.
“Janet,” the president adds, “If anyone needs my attention that day, you are to instruct them I am unavailable unless it is, literally, a national emergency. If absolutely necessary, you, and only you, are to call me in the Situation Room.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. President. I’ll handle my end.” Janet could not keep from smiling at the thought of how the rest of the president’s staff will take this. They’re gonna go bonkers, she thinks with pleasure, wondering why they weren’t included and what’s going on.
“I’ll contact the admiral and the generals, sir,” Janet answers. Two hours later, she confirms the meeting.
“Janet,” the president adds, “If anyone needs my attention that day, you are to instruct them I am unavailable unless it is, literally, a national emergency. If absolutely necessary, you, and only you, are to call me in the Situation Room.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. President. I’ll handle my end.” Janet could not keep from smiling at the thought of how the rest of the president’s staff will take this. They’re gonna go bonkers, she thinks with pleasure, wondering why they weren’t included and what’s going on.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Chapter Sixteen First Visit To Russia
Once they are on Pakistani soil, they follow their instructions, proceeding on foot alongside the road. Nearly one hundred meters from the border crossing, a vehicle flashes its lights, the signal they have been told to expect. Regardless, as they hurry in the direction of the lights, they are both anxious that they might yet be arrested by Pakistani border guards, police or security forces.
The vehicle, it turns out, is a beat-up twenty-year-old Nissan SUV. They already miss the luxury of the limousine; this next part of their journey will not be as comfortable as the first.
As soon as they enter the vehicle, the driver turns to them and starts speaking to them in Farsi. They sit and act dumbfounded, then both start speaking rapidly, talking over each other, in Urdu, as if that’s their native tongue.
“Good,” the driver replies, again in Farsi. “You never know who I might really be. Anyway, you are safe so far. On the floor around your feet, you will each find a carry-on bag to take with you on the plane. Those bags have your passports, your flight tickets, hotel reservations and other important papers and information – who you work for, your reason for entering Russia, those kinds of things. Check the passport photos and make sure you each get the right bag. In the trunk, we have luggage for each of you to check in. You want to appear to be on a prolonged business trip. Any questions?
Are you kidding, thinks Hussein. My only question is, is this mission important enough to qualify me as a hero of the Islamic revolution?
“We are headed for the airport at Karachi. As soon as it gets a little lighter, we’ll find a place to stop and have breakfast.” The driver has evidently made this trip before; he assures them he knows where they will get a good breakfast.
The vehicle, it turns out, is a beat-up twenty-year-old Nissan SUV. They already miss the luxury of the limousine; this next part of their journey will not be as comfortable as the first.
As soon as they enter the vehicle, the driver turns to them and starts speaking to them in Farsi. They sit and act dumbfounded, then both start speaking rapidly, talking over each other, in Urdu, as if that’s their native tongue.
“Good,” the driver replies, again in Farsi. “You never know who I might really be. Anyway, you are safe so far. On the floor around your feet, you will each find a carry-on bag to take with you on the plane. Those bags have your passports, your flight tickets, hotel reservations and other important papers and information – who you work for, your reason for entering Russia, those kinds of things. Check the passport photos and make sure you each get the right bag. In the trunk, we have luggage for each of you to check in. You want to appear to be on a prolonged business trip. Any questions?
Are you kidding, thinks Hussein. My only question is, is this mission important enough to qualify me as a hero of the Islamic revolution?
“We are headed for the airport at Karachi. As soon as it gets a little lighter, we’ll find a place to stop and have breakfast.” The driver has evidently made this trip before; he assures them he knows where they will get a good breakfast.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Publishing Part Five
You have your novel in your hand and you’re going to sit back and start collecting royalties. Maybe you’ll make some, but not a lot without your doing some hard work. Some writers think that all they have to do is create and the big three, Amazon, Barnes &Noble, plus Borders will make them a lot of money. We should be so lucky. With a regular publisher they will give you a short period of time to be a big splash in the market if you don’t hit their goals they won’t spend a great deal of money keeping your work on the front burner. With self publishing you can purchase some marketing packages however don’t rely just on their packages. You need to do presentations, interviews, find out who your novel’s market is and make sure they are aware of it in some way, shape or form. Yes, you must sell-sell-sell.
Are you willing to do the writing and then the real hard work? If so then I suggest you do as I did and take the plunge.
Are you willing to do the writing and then the real hard work? If so then I suggest you do as I did and take the plunge.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Chapter Fifteen One Week Later
“Natan, this is Ariel. It’s a go. When can you and Mark meet with us, Yosef and myself?”
“My, my,” says Schwartz, surprised that decisions on a project of this scale can be made so quickly within the government. But his mind gets on with business. “Ariel, we would definitely want to continue meeting here. We do not want to be seen walking into Mossad headquarters under any circumstances.”
“Certainly. That’s understandable,” says Wattenberg. “When can we meet in Haifa?”
“Next week. What day is good for you?”
Wattenberg checks his calendar. “Let’s make it Wednesday. At 1000 hours?”
“Wednesday, 1000 hours it is.”
Wattenberg and Bergman pull in and park in front of at Hidden Talents at 1000 hours precisely. Schwartz holds the door for them as they enter, and both Schwartz and Silberberg greet the two warmly as they escort them back into the conference room.
When they all are seated, Schwartz leans forward. “Ariel, I never realized the government could react this swiftly. We had assumed it would be weeks, maybe months before we heard back from you.”
“We can when we have to,” says Wattenberg dryly.
“They have accepted our proposal without any questions?” “Silberberg asks, still incredulous. He won’t believe what he’s been hearing without convincing.
“Well, let’s just say that your friend Yosef here put in a very good word for you,” Wattenberg answers. Bergman smiles, nodding.
“My, my,” says Schwartz, surprised that decisions on a project of this scale can be made so quickly within the government. But his mind gets on with business. “Ariel, we would definitely want to continue meeting here. We do not want to be seen walking into Mossad headquarters under any circumstances.”
“Certainly. That’s understandable,” says Wattenberg. “When can we meet in Haifa?”
“Next week. What day is good for you?”
Wattenberg checks his calendar. “Let’s make it Wednesday. At 1000 hours?”
“Wednesday, 1000 hours it is.”
Wattenberg and Bergman pull in and park in front of at Hidden Talents at 1000 hours precisely. Schwartz holds the door for them as they enter, and both Schwartz and Silberberg greet the two warmly as they escort them back into the conference room.
When they all are seated, Schwartz leans forward. “Ariel, I never realized the government could react this swiftly. We had assumed it would be weeks, maybe months before we heard back from you.”
“We can when we have to,” says Wattenberg dryly.
“They have accepted our proposal without any questions?” “Silberberg asks, still incredulous. He won’t believe what he’s been hearing without convincing.
“Well, let’s just say that your friend Yosef here put in a very good word for you,” Wattenberg answers. Bergman smiles, nodding.
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