Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (e reader for manga .txt) 📗

could have been a closet or very small room and the doors were shut tight behind him. I hoped there was enough air for him to breathe and that he wouldn’t suffocate inside there. I thought that maybe they would film the scene of a war operations room, because that is what it looked like. Besides a big television screen on the wall, there was a long table with eight laptops on it, all connected to what looked like a modem of some sort. All the computers were silent and closed. A map of New York was loosely taped to the wall. I walked up closer and saw that the blue dots signified police stations in the area. Red dots were put on places that had the letter ‘H’. The green dots were spread randomly around, and I couldn’t see what they stood for.

“No check-in?” I asked and lifted the map a bit. Behind it were other maps of other cities around the United States.

“It had been booked ahead of time, for a film company. You are now an extra for an action movie… Maybe you should try and fit in.” Yassin turned on one of the computers and a picture of clocks showed on the screen, with the names of the different cities: Washington, Miami, Los Angeles, New York, Philadelphia, Atlanta, Boston, Chicago and San Francisco.

“Are you so tense that you didn’t see all the cameras around you?” asked the guy with the soft voice and all the soldiers laughed gaily.

I looked at him. He was totally serious. Were the camera crew also part of the mission? And if not, could I pass on a message through them? I then looked at Yassin and asked, “What is so special about this hotel?”

“Do you understand why I love him?” he asked the guy with the soft voice while hugging me, “He understands that behind every step of mine, I have a hidden intention. Come have a look.” He strode towards the big window without checking to see if I was following him. I followed him even though in my head a voice was screaming, ‘run, run away!’

“Look at the building opposite us.”

“The one that has 800 on it?”

“Exactly. That is where the Israeli consulate is,” the soft voice noted, just behind me.

“Are you really planning on hitting it?”

“There is a lot of security surrounding the Israeli consulates. Have you seen a street where they have their consulates? It is full of cameras.” Yassin’s body language showed how excited he was. His hand gestures, his head held up high, the eyes checking the cameras they had there. He had done a lot of precise preparational work. “If we try and get closer, we will be stopped beforehand.”

“With my special rifles…”

“Exactly,” he affirmed. “With the help of my people, we can situate ourselves a few roads away from there, in a good sniper position and in one shot, take them all.”

“Take who out?”

“First the security guards and then whoever else. The women, the children, the secretaries. The whole staff around the ambassador himself.”

“But I can’t see here. It is only a floor or two of a whole building.”

“The fourteenth floor, to be precise,” said the soft voice behind me.

“That is because you are not trained to see it,” Yassin said.

I put my forehead to the glass window as if to focus on what was happening in front of me. The cold of the glass pane cooled my hot forehead. I was sure I was coming down with some disease. “The attack is in New York,” I said, as if to myself. It relaxed me a bit to know that it was here, as if the knowledge gave me some sort of control over the situation. Maybe I felt more relaxed because my people were close by. I hadn’t given up on Dubroshin yet.

“The attack will be in a few cities simultaneously. In New York, Washington, Los Angeles, Philadelphia, Miami, Boston. The list is long. In each of these cities there will be snipers. In each of them and in a few planes on their way to Israel.”

The glass was no longer. My body went from shivering from cold to unbearably hot. “I am sure the windows are all bullet proof.”

“Not all bullets. Not special bullets…”

“The special bullets for the special rifles you supplied us will penetrate.” The soft voice didn’t sound so soft anymore.

“Exactly.” Yassin placed a hand on my shoulder. “And that makes you my main character in my movie, so that you can be a full partner in the grand scheme of things.”

“But what if they don’t penetrate the bulletproof windows?” I insisted, because I wanted to know if my life depended on the functioning of these bullets. I had no idea if someone had tampered with the bullets before passing them on to Yassin.

“That doesn’t really matter. Do you understand? It is enough that after the first round of the sniper bullets, people will start crowding around the bodies and so will the security forces. Then the second round of killing will start!”

“With automatic rifles?”

He laughed, “No Murat. Not with automatic rifles.” He put his hand once again on my shoulder, as if to calm a child. “When the security forces all gather here, we will bring in the ambulances you have prepared for me.”

“I thought you needed them for your men if they were injured.”

He suddenly became very serious. “My men are prepared to die for the cause.”

“What will happen with all these ambulances?” I asked, the fear escalating inside me.

“I will blow them up, once they are in the middle of all the chaos with all the security men around. The damage to the United States will be dealt with surgical precision. It will be colossal! Every place there is an Israeli embassy, America will bleed like a slaughtered pig.”

Laura Ashton

Melissa, who was in charge of the Graham family business map, walked vigorously into my room. I placed my cell phone face down on the desk.