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

manage to penetrate then their plan will work because after the snipers start shooting people on the streets, the security forces will start coming and then another circle of killing will start, because he will blow up the ambulances in the midst of the security forces.”

I signaled through the glass wall for Linda to enter the room. She came and I asked her to notify the medical team and the security forces. “Tell them to check the ambulances for explosives as well as any reports on stolen or missing ambulances in the last week. Even for a few hours. They need to check them carefully. They may have been returned but wired with explosives.”

Linda opened her eyes wide in alarm. “That is a devious plan,” she muttered as she walked out.

I continued talking with Jonathan, hoping the conversation wouldn’t further traumatize him. “Do you remember anything else Jonathan? Maybe more specific details? Names of places, people… things like that?”

He nodded. “The embassy in Washington. He said it was problematic because of their security, their defense systems and the fact that there are other foreign embassies in the area. He said he had signed some sort of an agreement with the Malaysian government and that the Malaysian embassy was going to celebrate in his honor. According to Yassin, the Malaysian embassy is not far away from the Israeli embassy. Catering trucks were supposed to come and then there will be a demonstration against the apartheid in Israel and then the snipers will shoot at the demonstrators and there will be chaos and when the security forces arrive, he will blow up the trucks.”

I looked over at Linda. She was still on the phone. I wrote on my laptop: Cancel the permission of the demonstration that is supposed to march towards the Israeli embassy in Washington. I signaled for one of Linda’s aides to come in. “Please note,” I said, “I am passing an order online, effective immediately.” I continued with Jonathan.

“Jonathan, you are doing exceptionally well. Do you feel okay to continue?” I asked, as if we had any choice in the matter but to carry on.

“Sure,” he said, smiling. “It’s helping, right?”

“You have no idea how many lives you are saving right now. What else do you remember?”

“He spoke of Miami. That they have cameras which film the direction the security forces will be coming from. They spoke about the sniper, positioned in the hotel opposite and about a 30-story building whose ground floor is strictly businesses. There is an electronic car park there and in the parking lot there will be a Tesla car wired with explosives and when the sniper shoots the bottom of the car then…”

“The whole building will collapse…” I whispered in fright. Once again, I wrote another order: A wired Tesla car in an electronic car park. Near the Israeli embassy in Miami. Neutralize the car. Find the sniper in the hotel opposite there. After a minute I added: There is a hotel opposite a 30-story building. Please check that this data is correct before sending out the security forces into the field. If the boy’s trauma had led him to fantasizing a terror attack, then I was sending out security forces on a goose chase in an arena the size of the whole of the United States.

“About Los Angeles,” Jonathan continued, “He mentioned some long road with a lot of consulates. Next to the Israeli embassy there is a post office and they will send a parcel there. He said that the parcel is ‘especially interesting’, in those exact words. In the parcel, there will be a suspicious white powder and they will evacuate the whole building and when they evacuate the post office and all the embassy workers, the sniper will shoot at everyone and then the security forces will come and then the post office’s van will blow up.”

I wrote yet another order: Israeli embassy in Los Angeles, nearby post office. Check post office vans. One of them or more could be wired. A parcel or envelope with white powder. Order the security forces not to evacuate the people from the building. I repeat, do not evacuate into the street!

“What more can you remember Jonathan?” I smiled at him encouragingly, more to disguise my own despair.

“He didn’t go into too much detail on Philadelphia. Only that there is a sniper ready to start shooting at people in the street and cars blowing up near the consulate when the security forces arrive on the scene.”

I wrote: Philadelphia -- Check wired cars near the Israeli consulate, and sent the order along to the appropriate team leader.

I returned my attention to Jonathan and he continued. “He mentioned Atlanta. The sniper will be waiting in some penthouse in a tall residential building opposite the embassy. I think he said the apartment is for sale.”

I wrote: Atlanta, penthouse overlooking the Israeli consulate, for sale. The sniper is in place.

“And then they spoke about a building called Park Plaza in Boston. Something about a coffee shop where lots of people sit, including Israelis. There will be an attack. A driver will run over people sitting in the coffee shop.”

“No sniper this time?” I asked because stopping a vehicle-ramming attack would be hard enough. Every driver in every car is a potential attacker.

“No sniper, but with a car wired with explosives and programmed to blow up once the security forces arrive.” He finished his can of Coca Cola and added, “Oh, and the wired car is already there.”

I added to Boston’s instructions: Close the coffee house, check the parked cars in the vicinity. There are wired cars with explosives.

On the screen in front of me, Jonathan asked the agent from the embassy, “May I have a hamburger and fries and another Coke, please?”

The man got up from his seat, patted Jonathan’s shoulder fondly and asked someone standing at the door to get him the food.

“They spoke about an attack in Chicago. A sniper there will also shoot at civilians