Interdiction by W.Addison Gast (best life changing books txt) 📖

Israeli medal. I am so proud of you,…..” She was gushing. His mother was used to military protocol and the secrets that had to be kept from the rest of the family and relatives so when she got the opportunity to have family and friends over to their quarters, she did so in grand style. The Independence Day gathering was going to be her event of the year and she was planning on DJ being there come hell or high water. She told him so.
“You father wants me to relinquish the phone DJ. He evidently has something important for you to interrupt his iced brandy and Monday night football. Hang on. I love you son.”
“Same here Mom. “ As usual when it came to phone conversations, DJ’s Mom monopolized the conversation and online time. His Dad was just the opposite.
“DJ. You settled in out there?”
“Yes Dad, I’m in the BOQ at Lackland.”
“Good choice. Randolph’s a nice base but the q’s are in older buildings as I remember.”
“Right Dad, I just---.”
“Redskins on the Patriots nine yard line, second and goal to go DJ, I’ll make the good news quick and then talk to you during your report tomorrow.” The general interrupted.
“Seems that your new found friend Miss Sally doesn’t think that a recent graduated Army Lieutenant holds enough juice to be heading up this interdict with the suspected cell members.”
“So,--- what? Am I being relieved? She gave me all sorts of support when we meant in the bubble. I’m surprised.”
“I was surprised at her solution also DJ “. Said his father.
“What is the solution Dad?”
“You have been promoted to Captain, United States Army, effective the first of next month. I have not told your Mom yet so we’ll let her pin on the railroad tracks at the 4th party—agreed?”
“ I can’t talk Dad, I’m---”
“Dammit! Redskins scored and I missed it. Thank God for the replay system on this TV. Bye son.”
DJ smiled thinking how good it was to hear that his family was relaxed and doing well. His Mom always adjusted to new surroundings quickly and made friends easily. Sounds like she had no problems adjusting to D.C. life.
One more call. Game or no game I need to get Danny turning pages with me on this project.
Danny Nero answered his cell on the second ring.
“I know Dan, Redskins just scored. I was talking to my Dad just a few ago.”
“Know what DJ? Guess again, I’m not a Redskins fan matter of fact I don’t even watch football unless it’s in the line of work.”
“You are strange Nero. Penny warned me.”
“What’s the happenings Captain?”
“ Jesus! Nothing gets by you does it? Why didn’t you tell me when we last talked?
“She just called and told the general at 1630 boss. Congratulations.”
“Thanks. Anything on the two names at Texas U?”
I can access it if you give me five but when I left the office, they were still keying data.”
“I want Lexis-Nex,Choicepoint,CDB Infotech D&B and FBIS all on this Dan. We have to have something to work on by tomorrow AM. One thing more, Agent McBean came up with an idea. Have someone see if they can go online win that chat room and make contact and arrange a meeting at the University or someplace. Get me the results in the AM. Got it?”
“DJ, get a nights rest. You will have a read out that will give you names, phones, drivers licenses, marital, medical, vehicle registration, court proceedings and credit records on anyone with those names that came into the US using a passport or registered for class at any University by 0500 your time tomorrow.” Danny paused long enough in his answer for DJ to hear a female voice in the background ask Danny if there was any cheese?
“Go back to your recreational substitute for football Nero. Talk to you in the AM.”
A chuckling Danny Nero said good bye and DJ hit the shower. Tomorrow was going to have to produce some results.


Chapter 29
University Library UT San Marcos, Texas
Omar Sanjar laid his books on the table beside
The computer cubical and took out his lap top. He used the library location every Tuesday evening when he talked to skateboard and reported the week’s activity. Tonight he was late getting online again. Using his own computer and bootlegging the University’s wireless connection had certain problems. He had not been able to make a connection with his handler for over five days. Tonight he would try again but if he did not make contact, he would have to initiate the back up contact he was given to call by phone. He had never had to do that in the three years he had been living in this small college town in central Texas with his female team mate Ammur. It had been an excellent cover. Both he and Ammur were accepted as eager learning students from Arabia- Most did not even know that they were Muslim as neither had a prayer mat in the small house they rented nor did they attend a Mosque in the area. Most students thought that the two were more than roommates but there was never any evidence that they were romantic. They were never seen holding hands or hugging when they met on campus or elsewhere. Unlike other students they did not hold a part time job as a waiter or waitress at Cracker Barrel or TGIF Fridays which made their small circle of friends believe that they were “oil Bedouins.”
In the three years the two had been at the University they had been called on to assist the Army of God as their section of Al Queda was called, only one time. Omar had been required to go to south Texas and meet five men that came ashore at Padre Island in what looked like a dilapidated shrimp boat and take them to the Dallas airport. Omar’s lap top finally came to life and the much awaited icon “wireless connected” sprang to life. It was early but he decided to try the room anyway. He was relieved to see the screen name skateboard in the posting queue.
Omar watched the screen as it rolled quickly as the teen agers posted their comments. He had logged on so that his name would be in the upper queue for skateboard to see but nothing happened. Finally he posted;
Tigerman; Skateboard you are quiet tonight
The response came quickly
Skateboard; My friend tigerman. I am sorry we have not been able to talk lately. I have had to move and just now reconnected my computer. Everything is well here and you?
Tigerman; I am pleased to hear you are all right. I was about to call your relatives.
Skateboard; They are very busy this time of year I would not bother them. I have some good news for you and your roommate.
Tigerman; What is the news? At this, Omar was suddenly puzzled. Skateboard had never talked this length of time. He must have very important information.
Skateboard; Your cousin Qusay will be where you are one night from tonight. He is at this moment on his way. Greet him at eight PM your time tomorrow.
Omar was now totally confused. He had no cousin Qusay and why did Skateboard not suggest they go to the other chat room that spoke Pashto? There was less chance of anyone understanding their conversation.
Tigerman; skateboard, it has been so long since I have seen him I probably will not recognize him.
Skateboard; He says to tell you that his shirt has your favorite beast on it and the year that it became famous. I have to go now. Qusay has much to tell you. Do not miss him there.
Omar thought about the strange message. Who would be coming? Why did they do this all of a sudden? What did he mean they had to move? When he came back to the apartment, he impatiently asked Ammur what she thought of the communication. He had never before asked her advice or opinion in these matters. He was in control. He was the commander here but this was different.
“Why the cryptic shirt message do you think Ammur?”
“I do not know at this time Omar but we must take caution. I will go with you but stay in the background. If this is a trap I will notify the people in California for instructions.”
“Do you still have the weapons?”
“Of course. We will both carry the weapons. There are no metal detectors at the library.”
“Good. Now, try to get some rest. Tomorrow, I think will be a very defining time in our mission here.”
“Praise Allah. Allah is great. We shall serve.”
Abdul Matin logged out of the chat room and rolled back in his from his computer desk and yelled to no one in sight.
GOTCHA!
He got up from his chair and did a low five, a high five and a arm clinch in his excitement. His first assignment from the general’s group and he had bingoed it. He made contact and set up a meeting for DJ to follow up on the following evening. He would call DJ himself in the morning after reporting to Danny the results of the online chat. He was one of the team!
 
Chapter 30
Delta flight 5 at 32,000ft altitude over the East Atlantic Ocean
The cabin lights had been turned off for over an hour now. Everyone had enjoyed a meal and movie and was intent on trying to get some sleep before they would arrive at JFK in five hours. Badra moved quietly from her seat into the large first class rest room. Moments later, she emerged, unseen by the attendants who were all busy chatting or drinking coffee in their forward galley area without her Arabic robes. She was wearing designer Levis and a black sweater with the word “GUESS across the front. She neatly folded the beautiful Abaya robe and laid it on the seat under a blanket she pulled from the overhead luggage compartment. The sound level was enough that most of the heavy snoring people were not bothering the other passengers plus, they could not hear Badra’s movements. She started back to the business class section looking for the girl that had given her a double-take when boarding. Several individuals had left their seat lights on and were reading. The small lights provided just enough light for Badra to look at each passenger’s face. Halfway through the section there she was. She was reading a book and did not look up at Badra as she passed the girls location and continued to the rear. At near the end of the seating in the rear there it was. This was what she had hoped for. Three entire rows in the rear of the aircraft were open. She opened the overhead compartment and pulled three blankets down and laid them end to end on the five open seats. She then returned to where she had seen the girl. As she moved silently up the isle to where she was sitting, Badra composed her plan. It all depended on getting her to come to the rear of the aircraft.
“Excuse me, I think we know each other.” She said to the girl in English and very low.
“Somewhat startled, the girl looked up from the book she was reading and looked at Badra with a puzzled face.
“I may be mistaken, I’m sorry….”said Badra continuing in English
The girl closed her book and looked up at Badra who was now only inches away from her face. To the other passengers who may have been looking or listening to the conversation, it looked only as