“Prime Minister, the president of the United States is calling on a secure line. You can take it on line three,” says his secretary.
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?”