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

Close the area surrounding the Israeli consulate in Chicago, look for a wired car parked in the area.

“Jonathan, did they mention anything about the wired cars? Any specific color? Type? Do you recall something anything like that?”

He thought before he answered and shook his head. “Besides the fact that they mentioned vans and ambulances, they never mentioned any specific type of car.”

“Okay, let’s continue. What else can you remember?”

“That he was very proud of his plan for San Francisco because they infiltrated a pro-Israeli group and organized a pro-Israeli demonstration supporting Israel. During the demonstration two snipers will shoot at the people and another one will blow himself up when the security forces arrive. And that is it… I can’t remember if they talked about any other attacks.”

I wrote on the instruction page: Cancel pro-Israeli demonstration in San Francisco. Look for two snipers in the area near the embassy. Try to locate the terrorist with explosives strapped to his body. And I sent the instructions off. In my heart I added an ‘amen’, because the chances of stopping all these attacks were looking slimmer and slimmer.

***

I finished my interrogation of Jonathan and immediately called Gideoni. I said, “I know it is against Israeli policy, but you cannot open any of the Israeli embassies or consulates today in the United States.”

“I will pass on your recommendation to our Foreign Ministry.”

I heard indifference in his voice which bordered on arrogance and I didn’t like either. “Maybe I haven’t explained myself well enough. These attacks are scheduled for today, at the hour that all the embassies are open and if the attacks occur simultaneously, you won’t even have time to warn them.”

“The State of Israel receives threats on a daily basis. Our policy is not to give in to terror. We take extra precautionary steps but will not stop living. Otherwise, we would never open any embassy or consulate any day of the year.”

“This is not a regular threat. This --”

“I know,” he interrupted me, “And that is why I am passing on your recommendation together with my own. Maybe there will be an agreement this one time, or we will postpone activity for a few hours. In any case, we will update our security officers at all the consulates and request they be more alert than ever.”

“I think that would be wise.”

“You do realize that if we give in to the United States’ pressure, we would have to close down all over the world?”

I nodded my head wearily, answered, “I understand,” and hung up. I closed my eyes and allowed myself a sweet moment of rest. Right before I fell asleep in the chair, I got up and walked into the computer room.

“I need you to switch on these computers now. This is our only chance to stop this attack.” I had just finished my sentence when, miraculously, one of the agents, quite plump in build, jumped out of his seat, whooping in delight: “I’ve cracked it!” Everyone in the room clapped, and a spontaneous feeling of relief swept through us, as if a pressure valve had been slightly released.

“Keep the information flowing. Next to each of you is a liaison officer whose job is to relay commands to the local police. The local police are standing by the Israeli consulate in each city, awaiting your further instructions.”

The plump guy went from screen to screen, using his magic touch, until all the screens displayed pictures.

“You,” I pointed at him. “I have a task for you.”

He walked up to me and, with a mischievous smile said, “Your wish is my command, ma’am.”

“We have a number of wired cars with explosives in them. I believe they are rentals. Check with the large rental companies, those who have branches in a few cities and a wide range of cars. See if there’s anyone who rented a large number of cars.”

“Got it.” He nodded his head. “We will try and locate the cars by their GPS devices.” I nodded. The guy not only had a calming smile but was also a quick thinker.

Linda walked into the room and said, “Allimi wants to talk with you.”

“Linda, can you stay here and make sure the officers in the field get the pictures of each building? Attach the evidence the boy gave you to each photo. He has a phenomenal memory. He remembered almost verbatim everything being said there.”

“He is cool as a cucumber. To remember everything while under duress…Maybe he repeated the information to himself over and over,” Linda said.

“It makes sense, with his background. Israeli security is about aware of your surroundings all the time.”

“Just hope that he actually does have a phenomenal memory and that he remembered everything correctly,” Allimi noted from behind. “Because if he just spurted out any information to keep the police force busy, we are in real trouble.”

“Please, do tell…” I turned to him.

“I have received information from different sources. We are flooded with intel right now. Apparently, the terror attack in Paris aroused quite a few dormant cells and the amount of chatter we have picked up over the last three days encouraging terror attacks in the United States has exceeded numbers from the entire year to date.”

“We have a flood of information. The problem is trying to decipher what belongs to this event,” Linda said.

“Add to that, bodyguards for all the candidates running for Congress, the rioting in Chicago and the knowledge of the apparent terror attacks on the planes and we have ourselves security work 24/7,” I agreed.

“I saw the pile of paper coffee cups on your desk,” he smiled. “By the way, someone is waiting for you in your office.”

“Keep them on it all,” I told Linda, “The clock is ticking.”

As I got closer to my office, I recognized his shoulders. Whatever had already been running through my heart suddenly turned to fear. Was he waiting there with bad news?

“Hey Gordon,” I