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In the case of Atef Bseiso, revenge was served cold, twenty years after the crime.
Three rented Buick Skylarks waited in the parking lot. Mossad combatants, disguised
Israel continued to act alone in its efforts to prevent terror attacks, abiding by the ancient Hebrew adage: “If I am not for myself, then who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?”
The Mossad Facha division head waited for everyone to take their place around the hardwood conference table before he let the news spill out. “They’re all dead,” he said of the terrorists responsible for the Munich Massacre. “None of them are breathing anymore.”
