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

or if you exist at all, stop this procedure. Blow up the engines in this ship, give him a heart attack now, so they should stop this ship and put him in jail. Something…” All the men finished their prayers and I rose along with them. They all dispersed, and I was left alone with Yassin. This was the time to try and persuade him otherwise.

“Are you planning on attacking the consuls and the planes at the same time, with ten skilled men?” I knew he was planning a series of attacks with his shahids, but a shahid can only attack one target. This frightened me even more. If these were all his men, then I was also counted in the group chosen for the mission. I had plans for a longer life, a life filled with enjoyment, women to pleasure, drugs to try, liquor to drink. I didn’t want to be a sentient bomb, to hold an explosive and blow up an airplane.

“Do you really think you can plan an attack with just ten people?” Yassin pointed an accusing finger at me and announced in a disappointed tone, “Only your sniper rifles… The only thing I trusted you with, and you have disappointed me.”

“The rifles are here.” I was happy to give him this news. “They’re here and I can organize for you to have them immediately.”

“Tell your men to have them delivered at an address that I give y--”

“I can’t endanger my men,” I cut him off before he could voice his wish to recruit my friends.

“You can’t do what?” he asked, in the loudest whisper I’d ever heard. “Did I hear correctly?”

“What I meant was, that I can’t endanger this mission, because my men will find out about it.” I quickly revised what I’d said. “Who can be sure they won’t tell someone?”

“So, we will recruit them. We will send them to suitable places, and they can wait there with the weapons. We will also gain secret transportation and that way we can divide and rule.”

“Near the airport?”

“Why would you think that?”

“Aren’t you planning on shooting down the planes from afar, with these sniper rifles?”

He burst out laughing. “No. Of course not.”

“So what are you planning to do with these rifles?”

“To start the symphony.” He lifted both hands, as if he were shooting someone while advancing and then looked at me and said, “Don’t bother your little head with the details.”

“I still don’t understand why you would need such sophisticated rifles.”

“You’ll see why,” he answered mysteriously.

“So how are you planning on downing the planes?”

“Planting bombs in them, of course.”

“It is impossible to plant a bomb in EL AL planes. The Israelis have the most efficient airline security.”

“It is impossible if you are planning something spontaneous and stupid, but I have been working on my plan for months.”

“And…?”

“It is a fact that planes need to be cleaned.”

“Of course. There are very few companies who are allowed to clean planes. I don’t know how many are certified to clean the Israeli planes.”

“Exactly two companies.” He smiled. “Do you know what they have in common?”

“I have no idea,” I answered honestly.

“Starting eight months ago, both of them belong to me.”

“Which gives you access to them.” I assumed that the look on my face must have shown my admiration of his strategic prowess, because he patted my shoulder and smiled.

“You see? That is how you find out what the enemy does in emergency situations and prepare ahead of time.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Israelis make sure they don’t stop their flights when there is a potential threat, because they assume that there is always a potential threat. So, what do they do when they’re onto something?

“Work according to the emergency regulations?” I asked.

“Exactly,” he replied with a winning smile. “And with whom do they share these emergency regulations? I mean these small changes?”

“With their security men?”

“And also, to those who provide their services, for example, if they move their plane from their regular parking bay, the cleaning staff have to know about it.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

“The more the plane is secluded from its regular framework, the more it needs my services.”

“What do you mean?”

“For example, if the plane is not connected to the docking gate at the airport, they will need a ramp to take the passengers off the plane, yes?”

“They will,” I answered in agreement and added, “So are you focusing on the Israeli planes?”

He looked at me and smiled. “The nice part of my plan,” he said, “is that the Israeli planes won’t be touched.”

“I don’t understand anything.” He had managed to confuse even me. “I thought you were aiming at Israeli targets.”

“Imagine if all the airlines flying on their way to Israel were hit today.” He poured himself a cup of hot, sweet tea and added, “Imagine that only the companies who have flight connections with Israel were hit and yet the Israeli company, EL AL is without any damage?

“It will isolate that country.”

“It will isolate it. They will be under suspicion.”

“It will make the world understand that no one can touch the EL AL planes. That their security is above all.”

He turned to me sharply and announced, “And then we will hit the EL AL planes!”

“How long have you been planning this?”

“According to the plan, we have already planted all the explosives and by next week, we will finish all of our preparations. We will publish our threat. They will double and triple check all the new equipment coming into the area, but we will be using the equipment we have already planted there weeks before that and only awaiting my instructions. On Thanksgiving, in about ten days’ time, instead of celebrating, the United States will be in mourning.”

“That’s a brilliant plan,” I admitted and hoped he didn’t see my disappointment. If he had planned this as carefully as he claimed, I had no chance of surviving.

“The fact that I keep up the image of the ‘playboy’ doesn’t mean that I am not involved in the