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"This may or may not be serious. There isn't
enough time to fully vet the details." Isser held a ponderous
posture for a bit before looking at the other two men, "Gentlemen,
I'm approving going fully operational with Phase II. I'll inform
the Prime Minister of my decision. In the meantime if there are any
changes that should come to my attention, contact me at any time,
day or night. One final item before we conclude here. Moshe, has
Lt. Gen. Aharonson downloaded the specs of the upgrades into the
storage computer?"

"Yes, she has."

"Thank you."

As weighed down as Moshe looked now, Isser
wondered how much worse it would be for him should he learn about
the secret fourth facility that was recently opened, outside of the
purview of
The Project
. Should the early 1930s Persian and
Egyptian
landings
prove successful Moshe would be either
retired, or informed of the newest facility's existence with its
ultra-clandestine and highly controversial purpose. For his sake
Isser hoped Moshe would be retired so he'd never learn about the
facility, the next logical step to his research.

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29. Fomenting Schism

"Time is what we want most, but what we use worst."
-
William Penn

Safe House, Islamic Republic of
Iran

Ghasem Suleimani and Abd
El-Monem Abou met
well into the night discussing final plans before each went his own
way for the attack on the Zionist pig and Jewish monkeys around the
world.

Three days to go and their dream of a world
without a map showing Israel on it, similar to an Israel-free map
found in the United Nations. It would be a wonderful world where
synagogues would be obsolete.

How they yearned for that day! How their
longed for it, even their grandparents as adults yearned for things
to return to how they were before the Jews infiltrated and then
took over. Ghasem secretly dreamed of the day when Iran would reign
supreme over the entire Middle East, dictating policy to the Arab
countries. It was their right; the Fars people were superior with a
history and culture unmatched by any other.

The safe house in which they met was
electronically shielded from any possibility of listening or video
devices penetrating its walls and false windows whose curtains
covered the solid wall just to the other side. No electronic
communications in or out. Ghasem was unbending in this matter.

Avi must have been caught, Mona's handlers in
Israel lost sight of him just after the Internet feed of Mona's
torture. Discreet inquiries where he lived, coupled with
round-the-clock observation of the military building where he
worked, confirmed this. Maybe he was dead already, maybe
imprisoned. Ghasem really didn't care – he had milked that goat
dry.

"Mona," Ghasem thought, "how fitting if you
become one of my brides in Paradise!" Dying days after the video
feed, more from a lack of a will to live than anything else, Ghasem
thought of her and her sister who was only too happy to prepare and
serve food to the men in the safe house. Balour knew her duty, her
proper place. He silently honored both sisters.

The safe house itself was nondescript. Ghasem
specified nothing too fancy, or too run down, in a middle-income
suburban area well outside the city. He additionally required
nearby public transportation to and from the city.

"I am concerned. The Jew monkeys are aware of
something happening in their midst. Avi and No'am's actions tipped
them off. I miscalculated our last use of Mona. Due to the fiasco
in Los Angeles the origins of the two bio agents have been traced
to Russia. If the bio agents have already been linked in any way to
us, we are in the dark. The Zionist pig may be aware of us, but I
don't think so."

"I think we have been too cautious." Abd
injected. "Since No'am's suicide and whatever happened to Avi, the
Zionists have beefed up security at the facility. They've also
isolated the families living there. Killing the Shin Bet agent
outside No'am's living quarters was foolish beyond repair."

"Yes, it can't be repaired – but the woman
who failed at this job has been punished. That's the best we can do
for now. Had she been a man, I would have simply shot her."

"I would have beat you to it." Abd responded.
"We don't know if they actually know about us. Neither Avi nor
No'am met me face-to-face, and Avi only met you the once when she
brought you to him while they were in Europe. He can't possibly
have any idea as to the part you play as one of the leaders of our
liberation movement."

Ghasem grimaced to himself when Abd referred
to him as
one
of the leaders, yet he held his peace. Deal
with the Jew apes first, then deal with Abd. Don't lose focus, not
this close to victory.

"Do you have a point to make?" Ghasem just
barely was able to cover his contempt.

"We strike
now
, tonight. All assets
are in place. We put the key words on the websites tonight. By this
time tomorrow we will have ridden the world of the cancer that has
held it down so long. At the same time we rid your country of the
Bahá’í apostate infection that continues to spread. Oh to see the
faces of those disgusting perversions when they learn their beloved
leaders in Haifa have all died, the Universal House of Justice has
been destroyed, along with the other shrines and buildings they
hold sacred. Victory already has the sweet taste of honey on my
tongue."

"No, we wait until previously agreed. If the
Zionist entity knew about us, we'd be dead by now. If the CIA and
FSB knew about our sleeper cells they'd be rounding them up,
unwilling to risk a delay. They probably think the release of the
bio agent in Los Angeles was a one-time planned attack gone
wrong."

"Seriously, Ghasem, you can't believe for a
second that the Americans would ignore warnings from their own CDC
about the strain, both strains, being manipulated since they left
Russia. Moreover that they wouldn't wonder at whose hand the
genetic manipulation was performed? The couple in the building was
woman with no medical background and her even less-educated
husband. The bioengineering required time, skill, equipment, and a
great deal of money. You may want to believe that we're safe, that
all is going according to plan, but I tell you we are not." Abd
spoke with emotion.

Ghasem could feel the fibers in his muscles
contract, eager to strike Abd. To challenge him like this was
unacceptable! Yet, Ghasem had to admit to himself that the points
made were valid. The "Great Satan" was no fool, neither was the
"Little Satan." If the Americans and Israelis worked together they
just might begin to put the pieces together.

"There may be something to what you say, I do
not deny it, but we have done well and come this far because we
have stayed to the plan, only modifying it as truly needed. At this
juncture I see no imminent need to escalate our time table, when
the end is just three days away. Further, you are wrong. Though our
assets are in place, not all are aware of their target yet.
Tomorrow the cell leaders are scheduled to provide target
information so that the sleepers can be in the right place at the
right time. Most of the targets are soft, they will be taken out
with ease. Others are hardened with minimal security that the
assets must first penetrate, or at least find a way to side-step.
Though none of this is too difficult, it can't be done tonight. We
need these last couple of days before we strike."

"Fine, have it your way. I think it's a huge
mistake, but you've done your part to help get us this far, I'll
defer to your judgment – for now."

Ghasem realized, at that very instant, that
it would not be enough to merely humiliate Abd in the new World
Order that was just around the corner. He would make a public
example of him. A beheading would do nicely.

"Thank you, Abd. I appreciate your vote of
confidence. Moving on to the next matter, our man assigned to watch
the comings and goings of the General Staff building of the Israeli
military. Has he noticed any changes in schedules or work
hours?"

"No, surprisingly nothing seems any different
from when Avi was feeding us information, at least not since they
increased their security."

"Without No'am and Avi we are flying blind as
far as
The Project
goes. Based on the last report from
No'am, the human trial was an abject failure. Do you think he was
telling the truth?"

"Not for a second.
You
?" Abd instantly
replied.

"No, I don't either." Ghasem was silent for a
moment, then continued. "Maybe we
should
move the attack up
one day, to the day after tomorrow. We just are not sufficiently
prepared for an attack tonight or tomorrow – it must be
coordinated, all at the same time everywhere. Make sure the cell
leaders contact each and every person tomorrow with their targets,
everybody. I want any final contingencies nailed down, no loose
ends. We will never get another chance like this again, not in our
lifetimes. We can't fail."

"I will update the websites immediately upon
arriving home. Confirming the strike is moved up a day with the
authorization and confirmation code: Dragon exchanged for Fairy in
the children's story pages on the website."

"See to it right away. The Muslim Brotherhood
is in disarray. Your entry back into Egypt is still secure?"

"Yes, I should have no problem getting in
when I return. I think it wisest to not return until after the
attacks are complete. For now I'll stay in my flat in Tehran."

Opening the door for Abd to leave Ghasem
said, "This is it. I'll next see you after our victory, insha
Allah."

"Allahu akbar! Sala'am Ghasem."

"Sala'am."

~ ~ ~

A Mossad agent was in place across the
street, several houses down the block and across the street from
the safe house. The agent, Udi Ra'am, dressed in a black
head-to-toe burqa with mesh covering his eyes, recorded this last
snippet of their conversation as Abd left, before the door to the
safe house closed again.

Having conducted an operation dressed as a
woman in Lebanon too, he knew when he returned home he'd have to
pull a practical joke on the team leader who made the assignments
and covers for his group. "This will not go unanswered!" he thought
with a grin covered by the burqa. While he awaited the next opening
of the safe house door he considered the various options available
to him to
punk
the guy, who was also a friend of him and his
wife. Both situations required this unenviable garb yet for him to
draw the lot, as it were, two missions in a row seemed to stretch
the odds.

He cursed this black garb, sitting on the
porch under sun beating down on him. Udi at once admired the inner
strength and conviction while pitying the discomfort of the women
who don the burqa to maintain complete modesty in public. Nowhere
in the Qu'ran does it say a woman must cover her face, but this
seasoned and venerable religion - as all others that have gained
the traction of a century or more - developed a culture and style
of its own as it moved from country to country over hundreds of
years, blending in with local cultural flavors.

Within seconds a Farsi-speaking voice in his
earpiece said, "ma'en in ketabra diru'z daer bazar khaerideam."
Every message during this operation was written or spoken in Farsi,
even when transmitted from Tel Aviv, so that should a message be
intercepted, it would not raise suspicions needlessly. Udi wondered
about this as the fact that a man, posing as a woman, with an
earpiece, most certainly would be suspicious if detected. In this
case the communication simply stated, "I bought this book in the
market yesterday." The wor. D "book" in any message from Tel Aviv
for this specific operation was the signal to get to a safe place
as quickly as possible if returning to Israel immediately wasn't an
option he'd have no problem returning to Israel by way of Turkey,
but the message was clear that
now
was the time to
leave.

Standing up to gather the thread, needle, and
basket of clothing he was mending in his rocking chair, then
leaning heavily on a walker, the stooped-by-age-and-infirmity
woman
turned from the front porch, shuffling ever so slowly
back into the house.

Setting the walker aside and removing the
burqa to straighten his street clothes, he was happy to be seen in
a proper pair of jeans, old sneakers and shirt. From a 'slick'
secured between the panels of a bedroom door he removed his Iranian
and Turkish passports, monetary currency for both countries, and
finally strapped on a backpack of Iranian college schoolbooks.
Standing up straight felt so good after being hunched over in the
rocking chair for the better part of the day, a daily routine he
maintained for the last few weeks so that locals would be
accustomed to his presence.

Youthful for his age, he now looked to all
the world to be a university student. Dressed and equipped for
travel, Agent Ra'am went out the back door of the house, passing
through the small rock and brick wall-encased yard. Removing the
ear bud that was his lifeline to Tel Aviv he dropped it to the
ground, smashing it to pieces with the heel of his shoe, then
kicked the pieces around to scatter them in the rocky soil.

After deftly hopping the wall into the alley
he walked to the bus stop, wondering why he wasn't allowed to
simply take out the hostiles right then and there. A few
opportunities presented themselves when Ghasem and Abd were
outside, in the open, completely exposed and vulnerable. Udi's
silencer equipped sidearm was always strapped to his chest, under
the burqa, easily accessible. He could have shot them unnoticed.
After transmitting a very short burst of two subtly coded requests
for permission to take the shot, denied each time, he had to accept
that Jerusalem had its reasons and be satisfied with the
surveillance to which he was assigned.