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

Zorro read the message, smiled at the two men opposite her and said, “I understand that you have taken great steps to come all this way to obtain this suitcase and so I am prepared to take off five million dollars.”

We heard the tense voice of the technician behind us, “Another message from the source… Good lord, give me another message.”

“We are prepared to show our generosity and go up by another ten million dollars. Twenty million and that suitcase of yours will become a tool for revenge.”

Zorro leaned back, smiled and took a drink directly from the can. “Gentlemen, we have but just one goal -- to cause devastation on the State of Israel. What is going to happen is that we will not sell the suitcase. We will do it ourselves and prevent you from taking the credit. Why should we waste our resources or take a risk if it is going to happen anyway?”

“There is a connection!” The technician called out from behind me. “They have received the okay.”

“Have you located it?”

“I have located the source and the teams are already on their way.”

In the restaurant the older man said, “I accept what you are saying and that is why I am prepared to add another ten million, but no more. That is our last offer.”

Zorro smiled and held out her hand, “Gentlemen, it was a pleasure doing business with you. This is the bank account number. When we have confirmation, the money has been transferred, we will give the suitcase to you.”

The older man took the slip of white paper from Zorro while the younger man took out a small laptop. When the older man put down the piece of paper, we saw it had the bank details. The young guy input the details by text message.

Zorro text messaged: The extra five million you received I want in my bank account.

The text back said: You’ll get it, you deserve it.

We continued to listen to the conversation in the earpiece. “Where will the transaction take place?”

“There is a VIP section in the car park of the Maritime Museum. Our car with the suitcase is already on its way there. It would be wise if one of your men would be there as well.”

“We will, of course, have to check that we received the goods we paid for.”

“Of course. I hope you have the right specialist.”

“The switch has to be done before they arrive at the car park,” declared Gideoni. “Is that clear? And it must be a quick and smooth operation, before anyone manages to tell someone here that something has gone wrong.”

Zorro received a text message: The cyber guy is on his way. He will be there in twenty minutes.

“We have at least half an hour here before the suitcase reaches its meeting point and your man can authorize it. So gentlemen, would you like to order something to eat?”

Gideoni said, “I want an online report. What’s happening there?”

“The targeted car is surrounded by our vehicles. After the traffic light, there is a left turn into a quiet street. That is where we will create the crash.”

“I love this moment, just before an operation starts…” He looked at me and said, “You could have been there. This was your choice.”

I smiled at him, “May I remind you I am dead.”

Time froze in the room. We heard the engines coming to life, the wheels turning, the calm breathing of the fighters just before the operation. A second later we heard the screeching of tires, the cars crashing, the curses of the different drivers, the cry of a woman injured. Calming voices, the phone call to the emergency hotline and informing them that someone had been injured in a car accident. The slamming of doors and the words from Team A, “The activation has been set.” Then from team B a moment later, “We are getting away from the area.” Then, “They are continuing to the drop off spot.”

Those of us in the room began to breathe again. At the restaurant, the gentlemen and the woman sitting at the table ordered coffee and chocolate cake with ice cream.

“She’s mad about chocolate cake,” Gideoni noted with warmth. I thought that, despite the fact Zorro was tucking away that chocolate cake, she still had the most amazing body. I didn’t respond to Gideoni, because I knew he’d made this journey to the United States specially to see her, but she had other plans. One included me, and another included escaping back to Mexico.

“What happens if the dummy briefcase doesn’t pass the expert’s examination?”

“Then only half of the plan worked. At least we will have good intelligence from this new organization which has popped up right under our nose.”

Twenty minutes later we received authorization that the dummy suitcase had been transferred to foreign hands, Zorro received confirmation that twenty-five million dollars had been transferred to a bank account in the Cayman Islands and that she was richer by five million dollars. The special device had been activated, and it had begun transmission. She shook the hands of the two men, got up, took another bite of cake and walked to Mercedes-Benz waiting for her outside.

September 2016, Cape Canaveral, Florida, 9:07 a.m

A tremendous blast shook the air and lit up the sky with orange flames. The Israeli satellite, Amos 6, became one big ball of fire and then crashed next to the Falcon 9 rocket. In a matter of seconds, the screeching of fire truck sirens could be heard.

Thousands of kilometers away, in a secret facility in Tel Aviv, ten men stood watching the huge screen broadcasting the event. The familiar voice of the Israeli prime minister sound worried when he asked, “There weren’t any scientists of ours there, right?”

“They were evacuated ahead of time,” a woman with a foreign accent answered from the other side of the room. “As soon as I knew when it was scheduled to happen, we acted accordingly.”

“And the satellite