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.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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
Fourth Review along with a Sizeable Order
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.
Jim T. and I were class mates in high school. After ordering a hard cover of my book he has ordered five soft covers to be sent to friends with the following message.
From Jim T__________ for your years of friendship. This author was a high school classmate who has written one of the most timely and effective books and should soon be a best seller.
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.
Jim T. and I were class mates in high school. After ordering a hard cover of my book he has ordered five soft covers to be sent to friends with the following message.
From Jim T__________ for your years of friendship. This author was a high school classmate who has written one of the most timely and effective books and should soon be a best seller.
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.”
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