Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) Dana Arama (ebooks children's books free TXT) 📖

Yassin opened the door and the chosen, who waited loyally behind the door, walked into the room. “Collect everything, we’re moving to the next point.”

Quickly and professionally they gathered up the computers and the cables connected to them. The maps were taken off the wall and the rest of the drugs were collected into little plastic bags. The whole organization of dismantling the equipment was precise and brisk.

The third call Yassin made was short. He just ordered, “Start the motors!” and hung up.

Everyone hugged him, in a bizarre male ritual. Before we left the room, I asked Yassin, “What about your prisoner?”

“He is staying here for the time being. Right now, he is redundant, but I am keeping him as life insurance. When Rod finishes his task, he will shoot him too.” Without another glance towards the kid, we left the room.

Laura Ashton

Gideoni’s tip gave me both direction and hope that we might be able to get to Yassin on time. I left my room and asked for all the teams to assemble. Linda approached all the teams in the other rooms and only after everyone gathered did I start talking. “I want to talk about the big picture, because you are all equally responsible for exposing it. We are dealing with a potential terror attack. The targets are most likely Israeli. It may be their embassies or their planes or both.” I stopped for a dramatic pause and then added, “We may have found another target. It is the Israeli satellite ‘Amos-6’, located in Cape Canaveral. It could also be Israeli scientists working in the United States. So, a few words on the current situation. All signs point towards Yassin Graham. We must locate him,” I said and pointed to the screen where Yassin Graham’s portrait was displayed.

“We have received outside information,” I added, without revealing the source. “His wife and son are on their way here, most probably to New York City. We know that the wife didn’t want to come, which made me reevaluate the situation. We know that he has access to professional weapons, we know that he has motivation, and we know he has the ability to get to the commercial flights without security stopping them. All this makes us think that Yassin Graham is planning a terror attack so big that he, together with his wife and son, will all go to ‘terrorist heaven’…” I looked at everyone in the eye. They had accepted my words with grave seriousness, and I saw the determination in their faces. “But we saw just a few days ago that heaven is the living hell for those who remain. We have to stop him. We can’t allow him to do this here.” A few heads nodded in consent and I continued.

“I know that you are tired. We all have been chasing unidentified shadows for hours, but now, we have a window of opportunity. Linda will give you new tasks. They include gathering statistics on favorite hotels preferred by our target, finding other places he might stay, like clubs, yachts, anything you may think of. Try to add to that any intel on the wife. All her details are attached. She also has preferences that he may take into consideration. The second team will get the data about the plane’s route and where they are at the moment. I need to know which airport they are planning to land in and if there are any last-minute flight deviations. Based on the data we collect here, we can then distribute the officers in the field.”

I added a smile, put my hand on my heart and said: “I want to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you. I am proud of the single-minded determination you have demonstrated during this mission.”

The spontaneous applause touched me, but I didn’t let them see the tears forming in my eyes. Whether they were tears of emotion or tears of sorrow depended on my level of concentration in the coming hours.

Murat Lenika,

November 15, 2015, 8:30 p.m.

“How are we getting from here to Washington?” I asked when we left the room. I insisted on an answer, not because I was really interested but because I was trying to bide my time to find a way out of this situation.

“A helicopter is waiting for us not far away from here. I’d originally planned for us to go together with the family, but they will arrive on their own. We have a mission: to organize the operations room in another hotel.”

I looked at my watch and in response he stated, “In about an hour and a half we will be there. Are you worried because I am disconnected from command? Don’t worry. The soldiers are professional, and I am sure all of them will be at their posts on time.”

I wasn’t worried at all. Being disconnected hadn’t even occur to me. What I was thinking about was that, in the helicopter, my chances of doing something and getting out of this situation would be slim. The feeling of getting tangled up in the chaos that ensued when Yassin had reentered my life had accelerated. I had completely lost control.

We finally arrived in two cars to a luxurious hotel in Washington. We made our way up to the suite. Yassin was in the second car with his bodyguard, his right-hand man and me. During the trip I should have wracked my brain on what I could do to thwart the deadly plans of this devil sitting next to me, but truth be told, I had just sat there, terrified of him. I felt sorry for the kid we had left behind to die. Only Allah could save him now and I thought he too had lost control of Yassin. My sadness for the kid crawled its way into the only part of my brain not overtaken by self-pity, but he was a lost cause already. I still