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

I hoped that these new forces would bring with them innovative ideas and try to solve the computer mysteries. According to the information received from the Mossad, doomsday had already begun. A bomb was about to explode in our faces in the form of a terror attack the likes of which we had never seen before, and we still weren’t any closer to a solution. In fact, we didn’t even know the relevant questions to ask to solve the puzzle.

A paper cup on my desk still held remnants of cold coffee. I added the cup to the pile standing at the edge of the table. Stubbornly, I refused to let the cleaners throw away the tower of cups. They gave me a sense of the time passing by, like a ticking bomb. The higher the paper cup tower, the more distressed I became. I was distressed over the knowledge that we had not yet broken Yassin. We had not managed to reveal his secrets and had not yet stopped the disaster he was planning. I finished counting the twenty cups, took a deep breath and dialed a number.

“We are checking all the cameras in the areas they had been, starting from the harbor. We already have photographs of some suspects and we will find him.” The dry informative words weren’t supposed to console Guy. I knew that if we didn’t find Jonathan, nothing would console him.

He answered dryly, “I am sure you are doing your best to catch them quickly. Have you managed to get any information from the computers?”

“We are still working on it,” I answered. I didn’t want to tell him that, as one of the computer experts had attempted to hack into one of the computers, it had auto erased its hard drive, as it had been programmed to do. This is what we’d been afraid of. I didn’t tell Guy that our best cyber experts were trying to restore that information and to crack open the other systems too, without harming the computers. I didn’t tell him about the tears of frustration from one of the computer experts when he’d understood that the access had been blocked, about the tension in the room, about the determined engineering agents desperately fighting for time to try and save the world, because we all knew that there was vital data in these computers that could shed some light on Yassin’s treacherously dark schemes.

“What about the professor?” I asked, when really, I was asking if he’d witnessed something, seen something by accident. Overheard something by chance. I knew that depending on such information was like clutching at straws and I didn’t want Guy to see through that.

He coughed slightly and then answered hoarsely, “You should check with the wife and child.” In the background I heard the GPS telling him to exit at the next turnoff. “Any piece of information could help us.”

“How much longer till you reach your destination?” I asked with concern. “You have been driving for hours.”

“If that really is the destination. They are trying to wear me down. I have already driven past this road twice.”

“What does the GPS show?”

“Another few minutes.” He still hadn’t ended the call and neither had I. After another moment of silence, he said, “Try and coax them and see what they know.”

“We already have someone there interrogating them.” I hoped it would calm him a bit, knowing that. “Have you sent the new location point?”

“Yes, as soon as I’d received it. I’m getting closer.” He sounded impatient and tired. Maybe also disappointed.

Guy Niava,

A farmhouse in South Carolina, November 16, 2015

The calm voice of Miss Siri told me that my destination was at the end of the pathway on the left-hand side. She said that I still had a mile until I reached my destination. “I have to get rid of my cell phone and of my other devices I have on me,” I notified Laura. “I am approaching my destination.”

“I don’t like the fact that you will be unreachable.” I heard the dissatisfaction in her voice, but she knew that it was the right thing to do, “The last satellite photo shows that there is a one-story building and a barn at the back. The thermal devices show that there are two people. There could be animals in the barn or more people. If only we could send a helicopter to watch over you…”

“That is not realistic for the current situation,” I interrupted. We had already been through this about five miles ago and there was no use rehashing the subject.

“I know.” I heard her sighing, as if something inside of her refused to let go. In the end she merely said, “Good luck,” then ended the call.

Just before the exit, I signaled left and carefully turned. The ticking of the signal reminded me of an innocent children’s nursery rhyme. It calmed me. The sky above me was cloudy and looked like a grey reflection of the ploughed fields below. It looked as if it was about to rain. Would I be able to return with Jonathan? I switched off the cell phone, took the earpiece out of my ear and put them both on the seat beside me. If I got out alive, they would serve me afterwards. If not… Then it wouldn’t matter if they were found.

The road was dirt and had been well compressed from all the wooden wheels of old carts, bicycle wheels, heavy car and truck wheels and thousands of steps which had walked up and down the path. On the side of the path were lingering puddles from yesterday’s stormy weather. The family farm at the end of the road looked very innocent. No one would ever think that it belonged to a terrorist, a megalomaniac, who had, with his massive amounts of money, planned a massive attack to kill thousands of innocent people.

I took out my special glasses, the ones with the cameras in them, and put them on. My older