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.”
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