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November 3, 2017

Fabrizio

Fabrizio
The Bait
An excerpt
Fabrizio had plenty of time during the weekend to think things over and over again. He was interrogated on his second week in Moscow, the subject was his first and last night with that amazing Kazakh young female; which introduced herself as Daria. After some long hours his interrogators seemed disappointed, and reacted just like the national research council in his own country.
So instead of accepting me as a citizen and a fellow scientist they’ve decided to turn me into an agent. He kept thinking with mixed feelings.
After all he was ready to cut his relations with his wife, his family, his colleagues and to live in Russia with Vera; and thanks to his future mission, he will have Vera at his side as his mate; and this was not just his consolation but the culmination of his hazardous enterprise.
He was left with enough money to hire a cab, and buy a drink or visit a museum; during the weekend and
he had all his meals at the cafeteria’s headquarters, like one of the organization members. And now while he was roaming in Moscow’s avenues and streets, he was sure that he’s being followed; but he kept reminding himself what the Uzbek taught him, and didn’t look backwards or tried in any other amateurish way to detect surveillance.
At noon time he returned to the headquarters building, and after lunch he did not leave his room.
The Usbek left several books that he told him to read, and thus he passed the afternoon reading those books, which dealt with clandestine activity mainly. He stayed in his rooms on Sunday too out of despair, and left his bed at eleven thirty am. He was not hungry and thought of giving up lunch too; but Igor paid him a surprising visit about a short while after he took a cold shower and shaved, and they had lunch together in his living room.
The fact that Igor instead of spending Sunday with his own family, came especially to encourage him, impressed Fabrizio and did encourage him very much. As soon as Igor entered and they met, Igor wished to know what bothers their trainee.
‘What on earth bothers you Fabrizio?’ He asked him in English.
So the Russin language lessons were just a passtime, until they made up their minds what to do with me. The quick conclusion flashed in Fabcrizio’s brain, and it took him a couple of seconds before he poured out his heart to Igor.
‘I can’t believe that I’ll be able to fulfill whatever you expect of me, in such a short time… I’ll be caught right after crossing the border...’ There was a knock on the door, and two attendants
brought in
the various dishes of their lunch on a trolly. The table was set and they sat in silence until the two attendants finished and left.
‘You’ll have more than a year Vera and yourself to adapt perfectly to your new identities. You’ll land in Lugano and stay there for a full month in a hotel suite, which will be ordered before hand for you two. As you’re supposed to be an Italian couple that lived in the Italian speaking canton of Ticino in southern Switzerland, you’ll have enough time to learn your surroundings in Lugano. Your crossing the border will be your repatriation, you’ll live in Milan and as a photography shop owners; and it will take a very long time until you’ll be instructed to act without risking your safety.’
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October 25, 2017

Une histoire piquante

Une histoire piquant
An African Sunset
An excerpt
‘But that's not the real problem that plagues us.'
'What is it then?' Shatz wondered again quite intrigued.
'C'est une histoire piquant,' Everon remarked with emphasize. 'But this problem is about to be solved, in about a fortnight I'd say.'
'It’s the Priels’ then?'
'That's right; it’s them and our dear acquaintance, Da-Silva. When they first came to Mouaka they left the hotel after a short stay, and rode straight to the farm. Moshe didn't want to lose the five percent monthly difference of subsidy. That hasty “gold rush" of theirs brought in its wake the first wave of gossip that had turned into a mutual animosity by our compatriots at the embassy. About a couple of weeks later, they appeared at the embassy in full force, including their kids; with some bizarre tale and strange claims. It turned out quite surprisingly that they’ve checked in the hotel again, occupying its presidential suite – just think of it… They stayed almost a week already without having notified anyone, mind you. And they came to the embassy to demand a full coverage of their hotel expanses, and the rides to and fro between Dialo and Mouaka that were ‘forced’ upon Moshe. Well, it was quite a shock to the embassy’s mice, an earthquake I’d say, and I don't blame them. Who do you think was behind it all? It's our angel Hilla Priel of course.' He summed it up with a short laugh, but hastened to draw Shatz's attention to a certain sight. 'Take a look at your right, quick before you’ll miss her! Do you see that old hag over there? That sight should ease your pains I hope.' He remarked laughing cheerfully.
'In short', he went on talking without giving Shatz a chance to comment.
'Hell broke loose. You can imagine what Peleg thought seeing the hotel bill they have pushed under his nose. The previous ambassador the one Yossef replaced arrived on the double; having been urgently summoned and it turned out that he knew every little detail of it from the very beginning. Hilla called him up from their suite, right after they checked in. They had been encountered with a problem they weren't able to cope with, that's what they had told him. Well, it all started with Da-Silva who asked Moshe to join his two aides in a tour of the district's villages. Da-Silva himself stayed behind with no intentions to leave the farm on that certain weekend. Hilla, and that's her opinion alone, suspected that the whole thing was framed up to leave her behind as a helpless prey to Da-Silva's claws. That’s why she urged Moshe to drive her and their children to the Etoile, before he'll leave her to Da-Silva's mercy. That’s what he did and he joined them on his return, a couple of days later. What kept them so long at the hotel? That question bothered everyone in the embassy, except the ambassador who was very fond of Hilla, too fond of her I'd say and I don’t blame him. The poor thing was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, she was allowed to take her time to recover; to overcome her fears that's what the previous ambassador said. Anyhow, from that time on just like in the legends, whenever Moshe had to leave the farm for a day or two, he installed Hilla and their offsprings in the Etoile's presidential suite.'
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October 21, 2017

The wreath

The wreath
The Bait
An excerpt
On her fifth visit at her late husband’s grave, Sonia noticed with surprise a wreath on Dimitri’s grave with the FSB emblem on it, and with the writing: “You will be missed but never forgotten – Dimitri Guromov.” And as she was standing over it with tears in her eyes, Igor arrived as if out of nowhere.
‘We’re still terribly shocked all of us, everyone that worked with Dimitri, and learned to know him...’ He said in a low voice, in almost a whisper; while they kept standing five long minutes side by side in front of Dimitri’s grave, with low heads and in complete silence.
‘Come Vera I’ll give you a lift.’ He turned to her in her nickname, while they were leaving the cemetary.
‘I’ll come tomorrow morning at about seven thirty, to pick you up Vera.’
‘Haven’t I done my share? I thought of returning to the my working place next week, to my desk at the akron group branch.’ She prostested vehemently with alarm.
‘Unless you intend to get married and raise a family, you’ll have to keep on serving with us dear Vera.’
They know me better than I know myself, they know that I won’t even go out with another man and God only knows for how long.
‘Do I’ve to continue teaching him?’
‘No Vera this phase is over, you’ll have a much easier job.’ ‘Has it anything to do with him?’ She asked with a loud cough, she still suspected that they intend to turn her into his mistress.
‘I’ll explain everything to you in its full details tomorrow Vera.’ He answered her as they reached Dimitri’s parents’ home. ‘Do tell me the truth Igor, am I supposed to be his mistress?’ ‘God forbid of course not dear Vera, don’t worry please and do rely on me, see you tomorrow then.’ He added as she was gettin off.
Bozhe moi (oh my God), they won’t let me be… When he brought him along last week to our home, to pay us a condelence visit; I was sure that it’s the last that I’ve seen him, and now they want me to do what? Whatever it is, it’s my being with Fabrizio again. I can’t believe that it was an accident, they’ve killed my Dima… She concluded alarmed with a sudden flash of a terrific scare. She had to lean hard on the balustrade, as she stopped ascending the staircase. She almost fainted and it took her several minutes to recover and climb on.
It’s a wild hunch, and even if it’s true, I’ve no other choice but to obey them meanwhile. She concluded frustrated, as she reached the apartment front door.
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October 13, 2017

The first stage

The first stage
The Bait
An excerpt
When she reached her working place, all her colleagues, those who were close to her and those whom she hardly knew, were watching her curiously while she crossed the wide hall towards her desk.
She hardly sat down facing her computer screen, when her phone rang. It was her boss Leonid, asking her to report to his office right away.
‘Well, have you discussed it with your husband?’ He asked her without any primilinaries. It seemed as if he was under quite a pressure.
‘Alright, you may return to your desk.’ He instructed her, as soon as she answered him. ‘I’ll let him know and as soon as he will come he will summon you to his office. It won’t take more than three quarters of an hour I guess, but don’t let any thoughts about it to interfere with your regualr work, okay?’
‘Sure sir I’ll do my best sir,’ she said and left his office after hardly a minute inside it.
She could not do a thing for truth sake so excited she was, until the right time came and she had to walk over again to the other building; to meet once again the company general manager.
He was polite towards her just as he at their previous meeting. The big boss that stranger that did not bother to introduce himself, but he did conduct such a soothing conversation with her for quite a while, on nothing at all.
‘What am I supposed to do sir?’ She asked him at last after she gathered all her couuage, and with quite a show of self confidence.
‘Oh nothing much,’ he assured her. ‘You’ve some virtual ties with several men and women on the net, and there is one among them, that we would like to know better.’ He made a short pause to check whether she has any objections at this early stage.
‘It’s a man isn’t it? Who is this man sir?’ She had enough of his round about approach, not realizing that it was exactly how he expected her to react.
‘He introduces himself as Roberto…’
‘But I’d just a few words with him now and then, and he’s the least among my virtual friends, with which I chat from time to time.’
‘Yes we know all the few chats you’d with him, it’s alright, what’s needed is just a small change of attitude on your part, that’s all.’
‘Do I have to suduce him or what…?’ She barged into his last words, worried and riddled with suspicions .
‘Relax Sonia, we don’t expect you to become some kind of a Mata Hari, you’ll have to be more friendly to him that’s all; we’ll supply you with the right texts, so you won’t have to prob your pretty head about it.’
‘How long would it take and what are the next stages sir? Do I’ve to make him talk or what?’
‘Well, it depends on you and on him in particular. He’s a middle aged man, his name is Fabrizio Rosetti; an Italian scientist, an expert in his domain. He’s married and I wouldn’t define his married life as an exceptional success, you know… You did chat with your virtual friends in your free time, but now you’ll be paid for it. In any case it won’t be a hard task particularly for a young and pretty woman like you Sonia…’
‘I still don’t get what you expect me to do sir?’ She had no intention to be left in the dark, and end up in what could be defined as a nightmare.
‘We think that you’re the very right type that would make him board a plane, and land in our country…’
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October 10, 2017

Irene

Irene
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
An excerpt
'What are you up to dear Irene, on a Sunday morning?' Her surprised mother asked her. 'I've got a date mum.’ Irene answered her and picked up the picnic basket, which she has prepared to take with her.
'But we're having lunch your dad and me, and with Andy your cousin...'
'I'm not fond of Andy mum, and I've some other plans, so you'd better call Andy and tell him that I was instructed to replace someone that fell ill and couldn't report at our working place. Do tell dad how sorry I'm…' 'But you did your extra duty yesterday afternoon, didn't you?'
'Well yes mum Karen didn't feel well yesterday afternoon, and to my regret she's not recovered yet, so bye mum.' Irene kissed her mother's cheek and went out to her car.
He's an intelligent guy and quite handsome too. Irene kept thinking on her way to The Farm. He likes me and it was my first ever time that I felt at ease in a male's company. I like him too and I could fall in love with him; or am I in love with him already I wonder, while I don't have the slightest idea to where he'll be sent at the end of his three months course. So what am I supposed to do? She kept pondering undecided. I'll ask a transfer I've had enough of being his secretary, I'm tired and sick of his passes and rudeness… The trouble is I hardly know what it's all about, just he and Jeff know all the details; Ben is their blind tool, just as Bill is using me. She concluded as she got nearer to the camp. She had to wait a moment or two at the gate till the sentry checked her identity card, and opened the gate to let her drive on. When she stopped the car near Scot's cabin her Smartphone rang, it was Bill.
'You didn't call me last night, and where are you now?' 'I've just arrived at the camp sir, and I didn't wish to intrude you last night so I've called Galen instead.' 'That's the last time that you're calling Galen, I won't remind you again whom you've to call.' Morgan scolded her and switched off.
He's taking care not to overdo it despite his anger, Irene thought amused. The cabin front door opened up and Scot stood in the door way watching her, while she was sitting still behind the steering wheel. She opened the boot's lid and got off.
'Hi Scot, won't you come down and give me a hand, the takeaway is a bit heavy.' She added smiling.
'Let's sit over there under that tree, where we sat yesterday afternoon.' She told him as he pulled the loaded basket out, and was ready to return to the cabin. She led the way and Scot carrying the basket followed her and watched her slim figure and the lovely lines of her body. She was attired in light yellow slacks and wore a blue light shirt, and the way she moved aroused him.
As they reached the shaded area under the tree, she turned around and pulled off the table cloth, which covered the basket's top. She spread it on the ground and settled gracefully down on it.
'No one came to pay you a visit except me?' Irene asked him teasingly as Scot sat down opposite her.
'Luckily enough no one except you Irene.' He answered her with an amused smile, and made her laugh happily.
'Oh I forgot to bring wine.' She muttered as she took out the paper plates and the food she brought along.
'Okay I'll get us wine, yesterday's bottle is still almost full.' Scot stood and went over to the cabin.
She's testing me and she didn't bring wine along on purpose, she wants to know if I've emptied the bottle or part of it last night. He concluded with understanding and liked the sophisticated way, in which she was running their budding relationship.
'Don't you wonder why I'm visiting you, instead of, you know…?' She asked him as he came back with the bottle of wine in his hand.
'You're too smart for most guys.' He answered her candidly, asserting openly how delighted he is in her company.
'Oh thanks so much Scot, but doesn't it bother you?'
'Of course not, I enjoy immensely your company Irene.'
They ate in complete silence with a strange mute understanding, how much they enjoy each other's company.
She knows all about me, all my personal details, and it's too early to try to find out what she wants and what she thinks of me. It seems that she'll visit me during my coming weekends here, and if I'll be that lucky and they won't send someone else… He kept thinking watching her green eyes and her beautiful features, as she poured them coffee from the thermos that she brought along.
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October 3, 2017

It's her again

It’s her again
Sic Transit Goria Mundi
An excerpt
The first week of his second stay in The Farm, passed quite fast; the studies were interesting as it was Scot's first time to be introduced to the full scope of this certain domain's although he was introduced just to its essentials, but he spent several hours every evening in the camp's library, after Jack and his two instructors left at the end of day; and he was all alone during most of his visits there, there was no librarian and the place was open twenty four hours a day. On Scot's first Saturday in what seemed an abandoned camp, as most of the staff left to pass the weekend with their families; he had breakfast at the camp's mess hall, as there was no one to bring his and his instructors meals to his cabin. And right afterwards he spent the rest of the time up to lunch at the library, but after a while he decided to return to his cabin and watch TV. He was bored and restless, and decided to do some physical training exercises and end up with jogging round the camp's perimeter. At about four forty five pm when he switched off the TV set and changed into shorts, and a tee shirt ready to leave his cabin; there was a knock on the cabin's front door, it opened up and that same green eyed young female whom he met about ten days ago in New York entered smiling. 'May I come in?' She asked and went straight in without waiting for his answer. 'Oh howdy sure, glad to see you again, do sit down please.' Scot welcomed her and as she sat down, he went to the front door, which she left open and closed it. 'So how're you doing Scot, I like that name better.' She added with a sweet chuckle. 'I'm fine thanks,' he said and kept watching her with a quizzical look. 'The name is Irene; oh I was a bit bored so I thought of having a picnic with you, on the lawn outside. It's a beautiful day and I enjoyed very much the ride over here.' She coughed slightly after her long monologue, but did not wait to hear what he has to say. 'Sorry to have barged into your life without a notice. ' 'Oh that's a blessed gesture on your part Irene.' He smiled to her and realized how both of them are a bit thrilled by her unexpected appearance, like a pair of kids at their first date. 'I've got everything needed in my car outside, so..,' 'I'll just put on a shirt and join you Irene.' It's such a joy to see her again and to utter her name. He thought amazed while watching her slim figure while she was on her way out. She was sent to persuade me to return, and did it with such charm and ease… Her charms are fascinating he kept thinking quite excitedly. But how come she's free to pay me a visit on a Saturday hasn't she some one that dates her? Scot wondered while changing. She seems quite happy to see me again; it isn't just an ordinary task, like her meeting me some ten days ago in that bar in New York. But I'd better not rush into conclusion, and see how we'll get on. He decided and went out. As he came out he saw her sitting on a spread table cloth on the lawn, next to a small loaded basket and a bottle or red wine. Her skirt covered her thighs but exposed her lovely shaped
calves and ankles. She looked up at him smiling with pursued lips. She seemed glad to be there with him, and that it did not take him long to join her. He crouched and sat down opposite her as close as he could, without touching her beautifully shaped legs. She pulled out a cork opener from the basket, and handed it to him. 'That’s your task Scot,' she said with a tiny smile, and pulled out two small goblets from a plastic rectangular box. 'Pour me just a few drops, I've to drive back home.' She added letting him understand that she does not intend to spend the night with him. While he was busy with the wine bottle, she rummaged her basket and pulled out two paper plates and their improvised supper; two Texas Jo snacks, and she put it on the plates. He gave her the goblet with the few drops and they raised it to their lips without a word. He knew that if he wishes to see her again, he had better not suggest to her to drink as much as she feels like, and stay the night with him; or ask her if she is free, and end up with some other foolish remarks, He had to be patient and let her ask the questions, simply because that's her job and that's what she came for. 'So how are you doing Scot, though it looks as if I shouldn't have asked you; you do seem to me quite pleased with your second stay in The Farm.' Irene remarked after their supper was over. 'I'm fine Irene and I enjoy my stay here.' 'I'm glad to hear it Scot, and well I've got to go, but I'll come to have lunch with you tomorrow.' She added and stood up, and all he could was to see her to her car.
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September 30, 2017

The extravagant plan

The extravagant plan
His Swan Song
An excerpt
On a late Sunday afternoon in the Iranian capital, the supreme leader summoned his special cabinet most trusted members; which consisted of the president, his first vice president, three ministers, the chief of staff, the revolutionary guards commander and Major Genral Qasem Soleimani the commander of Al-Quds force.
After the traditional prayer of the meeting opening, his Holy Highness addressed his loyal subordinates with a short overview of the meeting main issue.
'The battle to conquere Mosul and defeat Da'esh (ISIS) is nearing its successful end, and our next task will be to conquer ar-Raqqah and to overthrow those despised band of murderers from Syria too.' He made a short pause to check the spread document on the the desk before his eyes.
'Our goal is to rule the entire levant through the Shia regimes of Iraq and Syria, and to spread our hegemony from the Indian Ocean up to the Mediteranian Sea. Now it's the right time to do it by clearing Iraq from the Sunnie infidels, and by pushing the Sunnie survivors across the Turkish border; while our next task will be to conquer ar-Raqqah and drive them out of Syria too.' He looked on the faces of his loyal subordinates with a searching look, to check their reaction to his far sighted plan.
After a short silence of several seconds, Hossein Dahaghani the minister of defense asked His Holly Highness permission to talk.
'Your Holly Highness my esteemed colleagues, I'd like to remind us the controversial interest with the Kurds and Turkey in particular, which might inflame a regional war…'
'Thank you Hossein for reminding us the dangers and obstacles, which we'll have to avoid.' His Holly Highness barged into the defense minister wise remark. 'This complicated operation should be carried out very carefully, and with step by step stages; in which we will deceive our enemies and allies alike, I expect to hear your views on that complicated issue.' His Holly Highness made a short pause and silence ensued again, but the Mouazin loud chanting call for Maghrib (sunset prayer) through the minaret loudspeakers has cut off the embarrassing silence.
'We'll make a break for prayer and supper, and you'll have all the time to think things over.' His Holly Highness said as he stood up and led his cabinet members to his miniature masjid (mosque, or prayer chamber), and after ten minutes time approximately, they were all sitting next the huge table, at His Holly Highness dining room.
Supper passed in complete silence and thus they were free to dedicate their thoughts to reach possible suggestions, how to form a suitable plan according to His Holly Highness guiding lines.
At the end of the meal they were led again by His Holy Highness, to the consultation hall.
'Well I believe that you've thought it over, and I'm ready to hear your views on our main issue.' His Holly Highness opened the second half of his cabinet consultation meeting.
'What's your opinion Hassan? His Holly Highness turned to the president.
'Your Holly Highness and honored colleagues, we're encountered with a very arduous challenge. I believe that before the conquest of Mosul and ar-Raqqah we should create a terrestrial route from Teheran to Damascus, this route should run along the Turkins border through the Kurdish autonomy; and thus instead of flying our troops to Damascus, we'll send them in motorized convoys along Iraq and Syria northern borders; in order to be able to control the Kurdish populated areas, and to stop the Turkish invasion into Iraq and Syria.'
'But with Your Holly Highness permission I'd like to remind His Excellency the president that the Turks have already invaded Iraq and Syria.' Major General Jafari exclaimed excitedly. 'And in my opinion His Excellency's suggested initiative might cause unexpected hostilities with the Turks, and a possible break out of a regional war.'
'That's no doubt an undeniable threat Hassan, which we’ve to take into account.' His Holly Highness remarked, and thanked Major General Jafari for his wise comment. 'What's your answer Hassan?' His Holly Highness was not very fond of his president particularly after the latter successful deal with the Americans, and he did not mind if his president will be humiliated in front of all the cabinet members.
'If we'll start that plan without delay the Turks won't dare to stop us, their president has arrested most of his generals and crippled his army after the staged Coup D'etat; and if he’ll dare to threaten us with hostilities we'll threaten to destroy his new palace in Ankara with two or three guided missiles, and that palace is more dear to him than his own life and his own people.' President Hassan Rohanei summed up his explanation with a cotemt chuckle.
'Well that's true the Turk has cut his ties with the Americans and with NATO.' His Holly Highness noted with approval. 'Fine we'll send Qassem to Baghdad to update al-Abadi, and start implementing your suggested plan Hassan.'
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September 28, 2017

A waisted effort

A waisted effort
His Swan Song
An excerpt
He landed at JFK after a long and exhausting flight, and despite his tiredness the secretary of defense decided to take the connecting flight to Washington; he called the White House and gave the White House Chief of Staff his approximate hour of arrival.
'Is it that urgent, must you see him today? He’s very busy and you’re surely tired after that long flight, so you’d try your luck tomorrow.' The Chief of Staff advised him, with a note of obvious amazement.
'Well yes, it's quite urgent Don.'
'Call him then he's giving a hand to HRC in cleaveland Ohio, and see if he'll be free to meet you.' The Chief of Staff toled him rather dryly.
'When is he expected to be back?'
'Not before next Monday,' was the Chief of Staff brisk answer.
He thanked the Chief of Staff and called his deputy, and told him to meet him next Monday at the White House.
If he's that busy our president, I'd better fly home and spend the weekend with my wife and our kids. He went over to the Delta flight company counter to change his flight destination.

At nine forty five the meeting with the president and the National Security Council took place at the situation room, and after a short prologue the president allowed the secretary of defense to address the noational security council members and the rest of the meeting’s participants..
'In the few days that I've spent there I've met with our men, had a head to head meeting with the Iraqi prime minister and the Kurdish president. The offensive advancement stages are rather slow,
but it will end up successfully in the long run with many casualties to our regret. Our main concern is what the conquest of Mosul will bring in its wake. I've met our ambassador before leaving, and he suggested a summit meeting between the Kurds and the Iraqis. I doubt if it will solve the complicated problem, which would arise after the coalition will defeat ISIS…'
'The ambassador is right we'll fix a summit meeting with the two sides, and Ken will have to reach a satisfactory agreement between the two sides; he has quite an experience in solving problems of this kind.' The president added with a sly smile, and his little audience stern faces lighted up with smiles of solidarity. The only one that did not share that elated feeling, was of course the secretary of state.
'I mean it whether Ken will take care of it, or the next secretary of state who ever he’ll be.' The president remarked after the short break, which followed his first witty remark.
'What about the Turks and their unpredicted interests in northern Iraq sir?' The secretary of state hastened to remind the president a crucial point, which the president did not take into account.
'Well I'll have a few words with their president in case he'll blow his top, and we'll see to settle any dispute between him and the Iraqis.' With these words said the president looked all around his little audience, although he did not expect any comments at this stage.
'Has anyone some other ideas or different views?' He asked the National Security Council members. But no one dared to add anything, or God forbid to contradict the president.
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The New York Times 9.27.17: Iraq Orders Kurdistan to Surrender Its Airports
A day after Iraqi Kurds voted on independence, the Iraqi prime minister threatened to shut down flights to the region.

The Washington Post 9.27.17: Kurdish bid for independence from Iraq emerges as regional flash point
Baghdad threatened to stop international flights to the Kurdish region, while Turkey and Iran ramped up pressure.

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September 27, 2017

The thriller HSS

The New York Times 9.27.17: Iraq Orders Kurdistan to Surrender Its Airports
A day after Iraqi Kurds voted on independence, the Iraqi prime minister threatened to shut down flights to the region.

The Washington Post 9.27.17: Kurdish bid for independence from Iraq emerges as regional flash point
Baghdad threatened to stop international flights to the Kurdish region, while Turkey and Iran ramped up pressure.

The thriller “His Swan Song” will be free to download for $0.99, from Oct. 18 up to Oct. 25 2017. This thriller’s plot warns against another regional war in Iraq and Syria, after the total defeat of ISIS. Below is a short excerpt of this thriller, which published with amazon.com on May the 7th 2017.

At the American embassy in Baghdad
When they reached the Embassy, the secretary allowed his crew of body guards to leave the limo and have dinner at the embassy's improvised cafeteria, as it was too risky to leave the embassy's premises in these hectic times.
'I'm going up to see the ambassador; it will take some time so keep your mobile switched on John.' He told the Colonel and went over to one of the elevators.
The ambassador and the president's special envoy who were expecting his arrival and welcomed the defense secretary nodding their heads with a mute greeting, the successful conquest of Ramadi and Fallujah were forgotten due to the slow advancement of the Mosul offensive.
'So what are the Kurds’ plans sir, and is their president someone we can rely on?' The ambassador asked his guest, as soon as the defense secretary shook hands with his two compatriots and sat down facing them.
'The question is the aftermath, I mean the mess we're going to confront after the conquest of Mosul; according to the Kurdish president Mosul must be part of the Kurdish autonomy, while Baghdad insists that Mosul must be part of the liberated Iraq…'
'And there're the Turks with their demands, just as well sir.' The Ambassador reminded his prominent guest.
'I wouldn't take the Turks' demands too seriously, apart from interfering in the fighting here and in Syria to make sure the Kurds won't declare independence; they won't bother us or more accurately their neighbors.'
'Why not organize a summit meeting between the two sides sir, to solve that problem?'
'It's too early to initiate such a move, but I'll bring it up in Washington as soon as I'll return.' The defense secretary summed up the short discussion.

On his way back in the armored limo escorted by his crew of body guards, on his way to his hotel’s suite to pack up his personal things; and a short while later on his way to the airport and the official departure ceremony, the secretary of defense kept thinking worried on the end of the Mosul offensive’s possible consequences. The ambassador's advice about a summit meeting was a wishful thinking, while he himself did not have the slightest idea how to prevent the future heated disputes between the current allies, which might turn into deadly enemies right after Mosul’s conquest.
All rights © belong to Haim Kadman – 2017.
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Published on September 27, 2017 02:32 Tags: espionage, iraq, isis, suspense, syria, war

September 24, 2017

On his deathbed

On his deathbed
An excerpt
The next morning Tseirov packed his tape recorder and his laptop, and drove straight to the address that his caller, this certain woman had given him. He was not expected at the editorial up to noontime, thus he could interview that woman’s husband at his ease, and find out what this mysterious man wishes to tell him.
It must be some episode of anti-terror activities abroad no doubt, or some other hush-hush business, and learning its details won’t take more than one hour or a few additional moments. That’s what Tseirov thought, while trying to figure out what shape that meeting is going to take.
As most of the dwellers who lived in that street must have left much earlier for their daily work, there was plenty of free parking space, except a handful of cars that were parked next to the pavement on both the street’s sides.
Tseirov parked his car at the curb near the small house, which was his morning destination. He switched off his car’s engine, and kept sitting on for a few seconds, to relax. He took a deep breath of air into his lungs, before picking up his things and getting out of his car. He opened the small front painted gate walked the few steps to the main door, and stood there amazed and frustrated by his own excitement, before summoning all his courage to ring the door’s bell.
He heard the footsteps of someone getting nearer and then the door opened up by a middle aged woman, who stood facing him for a friction of a second without a word.
‘Do come in please,’ she said at last in a low voice, and stepped aside to let him pass her and enter her modest dwelling. He made a few steps forward in the dark corridor, and then stopped and turned around to watch her as she shut the door.
She was clad very modestly in a light summer dress, had a rather lithe figure and looked young for her age. He could not figure out how old she is, she is no doubt older than himself, it was quite clear to him. But despite her middle age plus, she is still a good looking woman, Tseirov thought amazed as she turned towards him and led him inside.
A shade of sadness though covered her fine features. She must have been very pretty as a young woman, he thought a bit confused, and she’s used to hot adoring looks no doubt. He went on thinking as his eyes met her indifferent cold gaze, while she passed him and led the way to an open door bedroom.
An old man was wrapped in a blanket lying on a narrow bed in that small room. His wrinkled pale face made him look much older than his real age must be. Even Tseirov who did not have much experience yet in such matters, being in his early thirties, was able to conclude that the enfeebled and drained man looked much older for his age; and is on his deathbed in fact.
All rights © belong to Haim Kadman – 2017
You can read the 1st 3chap. of each of my 24 books and thrillers in this link:
https://www.amazon.com/Haim-Kadman/e/... 
You may read just as well the 636 excerpts of my books and thrillers, at this link:
www.writerscafe.org/hkadman
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Published on September 24, 2017 07:36 Tags: action, adventure, espionage, intelligence, iraq, suspense, syria, war