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Interdiction is the story of the conflicts with reality faced by young people growing up today in a world of terrorism and violence. A quest for peace but how to approach that goal is on every young adults mind in this century. This is the story of two such youths faced with decisions typical of what is faced day in and day out throughout the world. The story follows the parallel lives of two young youths growing up at the same time but in different locations and what influences they confront daily on where they decide to place their destiny. Haydar--- the Iraqi youth is influenced by a recruiter that has contacts with al queda and wants him to become a Muhadeen. "DJ" Jacobs, the son of an American Army Brigadier General decides to go to West Point following his father's footsteps. Haydar takes the track that will change his life forever by consenting to go to Afghanistan and receive terrorist training. DJ is more or less "drafted" into the Homeland Security Agency after graduating f... (Read more) Interdiction is the story of the conflicts with reality faced by young people growing up today in a world of terrorism and violence. A quest for peace but how to approach that goal is on every young adults mind in this century. This is the story of two such youths faced with decisions typical of what is faced day in and day out throughout the world. The story follows the parallel lives of two young youths growing up at the same time but in different locations and what influences they confront daily on where they decide to place their destiny. Haydar--- the Iraqi youth is influenced by a recruiter that has contacts with al queda and wants him to become a Muhadeen. "DJ" Jacobs, the son of an American Army Brigadier General decides to go to West Point following his father's footsteps. Haydar takes the track that will change his life forever by consenting to go to Afghanistan and receive terrorist training. DJ is more or less "drafted" into the Homeland Security Agency after graduating from West Point when they learn that he understands and speaks five different Middle Eastern languages and dialects. In his assignment to HSA, DJ establishes a team of techi-geeks and professionally trained government career people to organize a high power counterterrorism group that work directly under the VPOUS. When the terrorists come to Texas to poison a popular river during the summer holiday season, Haydar and DJ collide in a thrill driven episode of chases and explosions. This is the first in the "DJ" series of action adventure novels by W.Addison Gast.
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it except for a skinny dog lying on the ground in front of the door. It was not sun up yet early morning at the location. The sound came on and a voice announced;” Sergeant Tom Prestin here General They call me Cowboy, We’ll keep the video streaming live here while I give you a quick brief on what we have found so far.”
The Sergeant continued to relate finding the RF transmissions coming from the building and then the IR readings later indicating four individuals inside the building on a floor below or in a cellar. The fifth person, the guard on the rooftop was still sitting in the chair by the door to the roof.
“I’m going to run some footage we shot this afternoon that makes this scene even more interesting.” Said Prestin.
An image of two young men appeared on the rooftop and talked briefly to the old man that had been sitting by the door. The man stepped inside the door and one of the young men who were dressed in western clothes. Followed. If you looked close, you could see the man pass a weapon to the young man and then lean it against the inside of the door.
“Are these two a part of this family that lives here or what? “Asked the Navy Captain.
“That’s the interesting part Sir. All of a sudden we start getting multiple IR images in this area but there is no traffic on the outside the house. At one time, there were nine people in this area. There has to be another entrance to this room they are in.”
“Ahmed, show Lt. Jacobs here the transmission you obtained this afternoon.” At this comment by the General, a middle aged Indian man came over to the table where DJ was sitting and briefly introduced himself. He laid several sheets of data transmission in front of DJ and started to explain.
“This line here is what we understand to be a posting from an internet email.” Said Ahmed
The Indian started to explain the other part of the transmission when DJ interrupted him.
“This one here, it’s clearly one of the postings to another in a chat room. See this one? That has nothing to do with the conversation; it’s from a different person online. This skateboard is talking to this other guy about his pet.”
“You read Pashto?” Asked the surprised Indian.
“He does Ahmed, and that’s one of the reasons he is here.” Broke in the general.
“My guy that interps for me here says this one has a dialect he can’t quite get but its definitely some kind of code for an expected delivery. “Said Cowboy.
“Badalisi, he is using Badalisi” Said DJ
Badalisi? Asked the Navy Captain.
“It is a kind of slang. Back in the fifties and sixties in America it was hip to use the word man several times in a sentence and cool, those were in the dictionary but not by the definitions that they were used in. Then later in the 90’s teeners would start and stop fifty percent of their conversation with “I go” or “He Goes” and other what you might call “extra” words. It changes the entire meaning to a person that has learned the language from a classroom or a book. Another confusing habit of Americans in the past few years is to end every sentence with a voice inflection of a question. An Example; It was right over here in the box is a pretty straight remark but if you put the voice inflection into it as some college kids think is hip it comes out it was right over here? They think it’s trendy to inject that inflection in each sentence as they speak. It plays hell with comprehension until you know to expect it. That’s what these guys are doing by using Badalisi.”
“What do we have on these “extra” gomers that showed up here today? It was the Navy captain again.
“Actually sir, they were very cooperative. There were seven all together that were new to the group. Evidently they got a little stuffy in that small area below the house and came up for air or they were taking turns at the guard position. In any case, we started taking photos of them as they appeared and before we knew, it was like we asked them to all come up and have their picture taken. All seven eventually came to the rooftop.”
“Have you run the photos thru CENTCOM tracking yet? The General asked.
“We sent them early this morning General.” Replied Cowboy.
“Only one bingoed so far and that happened within a heartbeat of putting these images into the network. Evidently this one guy, -- we think is the leader of the group that just came, is wanted in several countries. Mossad is ready to send a force detail to get him. I hope they don’t screw up our operation here. Some Israeli Colonel named Nygel wants to come and interrogate this one in person. He said to hold everything until he arrived, like he was taking over the ops.”
“That’s the Mossad for you. They are very aggressive and borders and international treaties don’t mean much when they want to operate in your backyard.” The general obviously had experience with the group prior to this.
“This so-called leader, the person of interest the Mossad is interested in again, what is his name?”
“Raj Al Akayev.”
“He stayed in the nest here when the others disappeared this afternoon “Said Cowboy.
“They were all together in that room and the IR could not separate the images and then suddenly they were gone. There has to be a tunnel or passageway down there to another nest.”
“So, all but the one guy that came with the group, this Raj, left?” Asked DJ
“Affirm sir. We think they returned to the training camp. Hopefully, they will return tomorrow.”
Suddenly the video showing the live surveillance of the house had a small red flashing icon in the upper corner that said Motion. The room became quiet as the sergeant narrated the scene for the group back at Arlington.
A small white VW van pulled up by the house next to the target and stopped the engine. After a few minutes, a man came out of a door across the street and approached the person, a woman and they started talking.
“Smile honey, you are on candid camera” Said the sergeant coolly as he watched the monitor.
The two moved over to the van and each carried items into the door the man came from.
“Did you get that sergeant? Do you have a voice pickup at that OP? Asked the marine Major.
“Got it sir. When she looked up at the guy on the roof, we got a good shot of her face and we are running it now. The plate on the van is Paki and it is full of suitcases and clothes. Looks like the guys here are getting a room mate.”
“Play the voice conversation” Requested the General.
The voices came over the large speakers in the room and resounded around the place like it was playing at the local megaplex movie. It was in Pashto and the woman’s voice was excited. The conversation lasted only a few minutes before the two went inside the house.
“General Sir, they are going to return to the van and the woman is going to leave. One of the men inside is going with her the guy said that came out to meet her. I think they may be going to the training camp where the others went to earlier. Can we track that van?” DJ had jumped into the meeting with both feet now and was participating without concern for the fact that he was the junior spook in training here. No sooner had DJ made the comment than the woman and a different man came out of the house and left in the van.
“Can we get a bird in the area pronto?” Asked the General.
“Closest is Islamabad General. They would be ahead of the bird by several miles by the time it got there” Volunteered one of the enlisted techs.
“Get a bug on that dam van then. Have a patrol stop them briefly and after they plant a bug, turn them lose.” The General was desperate.
DJ could see that this was going to be a long week end. He never knew that his father dealt with this kind of excitement every day in his job. DJ’s adrenalin was flowing at top speed.
He was hooked. This is where his career should be.
Chapter 11
Delivering the goods
The morning sun was directly in the face of Badra Husana as she drove down the bumpy asphalt and rock road. This road was the only decent road leading out of the city onto the main highway. She was only a few miles from the new paved highway when the Army Humvee pulled up behind her van and honked their horn. Badra immediately pulled as far to the right as possible but the truck continued to honk and now flash its lights. She stopped the van and the truck stayed behind her for a few moments as though they were calling in the description of the car. Finally an American corporal came up to the side of the van and was followed by two other GIs in full battle gear.
“Good morning “ Said the infidel with the sunglasses in perfect fasi.
“Good morning Sir”. She replied in her best English. “I am traveling to Kabul” Anticipating his next question.
“Yes mam. Will you and your friend please step out of the van?”
“My papers are all in order and I am short on time.” She said, again anticipating his next statement.
As Badra and her travel companion stepped out of the van, the American motioned for them to follow him.
“Step back here out of that hot sun for a moment while I look at your papers please. These trucks are not very cool to ride in but they give a great amount of shade when you stop.” The American was trying to make humor obviously because he had found that she spoke English. After only a few minutes and without asking to look through the back of the van in the suitcases, the Army Humvee did an about face and drove back into the city.
This puzzled Badra but she said nothing to her guide.
She had been driving for almost an hour on the good paved road when she came upon a common traffic problem in Afghanistan- Nomads traveling across the modern highway on their slow moving camels. These desert people always had the right of way. You sat and waited on them to pass Badra sat in the air conditioned car for moment thinking and then got out and looked all over the car and under it. Her training had kept her from getting into trouble in the past and her intuition had not failed her in this instance. Why did the American patrol bother to stop her and then not inspect the cargo she was carrying? The move that the sergeant had her make to the rear of the Humvee was for a reason. Her suspicions were confirmed. .She went up to the nomad that was riding the small camel and gave him some clothes for his wife or family. He accepted the gift graciously and as the caravan finished moving across the highway, Badra continued on her mission. Her companion had fallen asleep long ago but that was alright. He was an illiterate fool and talked of nothing important. It would be another hour before she would need for him to wake up and show her
The Sergeant continued to relate finding the RF transmissions coming from the building and then the IR readings later indicating four individuals inside the building on a floor below or in a cellar. The fifth person, the guard on the rooftop was still sitting in the chair by the door to the roof.
“I’m going to run some footage we shot this afternoon that makes this scene even more interesting.” Said Prestin.
An image of two young men appeared on the rooftop and talked briefly to the old man that had been sitting by the door. The man stepped inside the door and one of the young men who were dressed in western clothes. Followed. If you looked close, you could see the man pass a weapon to the young man and then lean it against the inside of the door.
“Are these two a part of this family that lives here or what? “Asked the Navy Captain.
“That’s the interesting part Sir. All of a sudden we start getting multiple IR images in this area but there is no traffic on the outside the house. At one time, there were nine people in this area. There has to be another entrance to this room they are in.”
“Ahmed, show Lt. Jacobs here the transmission you obtained this afternoon.” At this comment by the General, a middle aged Indian man came over to the table where DJ was sitting and briefly introduced himself. He laid several sheets of data transmission in front of DJ and started to explain.
“This line here is what we understand to be a posting from an internet email.” Said Ahmed
The Indian started to explain the other part of the transmission when DJ interrupted him.
“This one here, it’s clearly one of the postings to another in a chat room. See this one? That has nothing to do with the conversation; it’s from a different person online. This skateboard is talking to this other guy about his pet.”
“You read Pashto?” Asked the surprised Indian.
“He does Ahmed, and that’s one of the reasons he is here.” Broke in the general.
“My guy that interps for me here says this one has a dialect he can’t quite get but its definitely some kind of code for an expected delivery. “Said Cowboy.
“Badalisi, he is using Badalisi” Said DJ
Badalisi? Asked the Navy Captain.
“It is a kind of slang. Back in the fifties and sixties in America it was hip to use the word man several times in a sentence and cool, those were in the dictionary but not by the definitions that they were used in. Then later in the 90’s teeners would start and stop fifty percent of their conversation with “I go” or “He Goes” and other what you might call “extra” words. It changes the entire meaning to a person that has learned the language from a classroom or a book. Another confusing habit of Americans in the past few years is to end every sentence with a voice inflection of a question. An Example; It was right over here in the box is a pretty straight remark but if you put the voice inflection into it as some college kids think is hip it comes out it was right over here? They think it’s trendy to inject that inflection in each sentence as they speak. It plays hell with comprehension until you know to expect it. That’s what these guys are doing by using Badalisi.”
“What do we have on these “extra” gomers that showed up here today? It was the Navy captain again.
“Actually sir, they were very cooperative. There were seven all together that were new to the group. Evidently they got a little stuffy in that small area below the house and came up for air or they were taking turns at the guard position. In any case, we started taking photos of them as they appeared and before we knew, it was like we asked them to all come up and have their picture taken. All seven eventually came to the rooftop.”
“Have you run the photos thru CENTCOM tracking yet? The General asked.
“We sent them early this morning General.” Replied Cowboy.
“Only one bingoed so far and that happened within a heartbeat of putting these images into the network. Evidently this one guy, -- we think is the leader of the group that just came, is wanted in several countries. Mossad is ready to send a force detail to get him. I hope they don’t screw up our operation here. Some Israeli Colonel named Nygel wants to come and interrogate this one in person. He said to hold everything until he arrived, like he was taking over the ops.”
“That’s the Mossad for you. They are very aggressive and borders and international treaties don’t mean much when they want to operate in your backyard.” The general obviously had experience with the group prior to this.
“This so-called leader, the person of interest the Mossad is interested in again, what is his name?”
“Raj Al Akayev.”
“He stayed in the nest here when the others disappeared this afternoon “Said Cowboy.
“They were all together in that room and the IR could not separate the images and then suddenly they were gone. There has to be a tunnel or passageway down there to another nest.”
“So, all but the one guy that came with the group, this Raj, left?” Asked DJ
“Affirm sir. We think they returned to the training camp. Hopefully, they will return tomorrow.”
Suddenly the video showing the live surveillance of the house had a small red flashing icon in the upper corner that said Motion. The room became quiet as the sergeant narrated the scene for the group back at Arlington.
A small white VW van pulled up by the house next to the target and stopped the engine. After a few minutes, a man came out of a door across the street and approached the person, a woman and they started talking.
“Smile honey, you are on candid camera” Said the sergeant coolly as he watched the monitor.
The two moved over to the van and each carried items into the door the man came from.
“Did you get that sergeant? Do you have a voice pickup at that OP? Asked the marine Major.
“Got it sir. When she looked up at the guy on the roof, we got a good shot of her face and we are running it now. The plate on the van is Paki and it is full of suitcases and clothes. Looks like the guys here are getting a room mate.”
“Play the voice conversation” Requested the General.
The voices came over the large speakers in the room and resounded around the place like it was playing at the local megaplex movie. It was in Pashto and the woman’s voice was excited. The conversation lasted only a few minutes before the two went inside the house.
“General Sir, they are going to return to the van and the woman is going to leave. One of the men inside is going with her the guy said that came out to meet her. I think they may be going to the training camp where the others went to earlier. Can we track that van?” DJ had jumped into the meeting with both feet now and was participating without concern for the fact that he was the junior spook in training here. No sooner had DJ made the comment than the woman and a different man came out of the house and left in the van.
“Can we get a bird in the area pronto?” Asked the General.
“Closest is Islamabad General. They would be ahead of the bird by several miles by the time it got there” Volunteered one of the enlisted techs.
“Get a bug on that dam van then. Have a patrol stop them briefly and after they plant a bug, turn them lose.” The General was desperate.
DJ could see that this was going to be a long week end. He never knew that his father dealt with this kind of excitement every day in his job. DJ’s adrenalin was flowing at top speed.
He was hooked. This is where his career should be.
Chapter 11
Delivering the goods
The morning sun was directly in the face of Badra Husana as she drove down the bumpy asphalt and rock road. This road was the only decent road leading out of the city onto the main highway. She was only a few miles from the new paved highway when the Army Humvee pulled up behind her van and honked their horn. Badra immediately pulled as far to the right as possible but the truck continued to honk and now flash its lights. She stopped the van and the truck stayed behind her for a few moments as though they were calling in the description of the car. Finally an American corporal came up to the side of the van and was followed by two other GIs in full battle gear.
“Good morning “ Said the infidel with the sunglasses in perfect fasi.
“Good morning Sir”. She replied in her best English. “I am traveling to Kabul” Anticipating his next question.
“Yes mam. Will you and your friend please step out of the van?”
“My papers are all in order and I am short on time.” She said, again anticipating his next statement.
As Badra and her travel companion stepped out of the van, the American motioned for them to follow him.
“Step back here out of that hot sun for a moment while I look at your papers please. These trucks are not very cool to ride in but they give a great amount of shade when you stop.” The American was trying to make humor obviously because he had found that she spoke English. After only a few minutes and without asking to look through the back of the van in the suitcases, the Army Humvee did an about face and drove back into the city.
This puzzled Badra but she said nothing to her guide.
She had been driving for almost an hour on the good paved road when she came upon a common traffic problem in Afghanistan- Nomads traveling across the modern highway on their slow moving camels. These desert people always had the right of way. You sat and waited on them to pass Badra sat in the air conditioned car for moment thinking and then got out and looked all over the car and under it. Her training had kept her from getting into trouble in the past and her intuition had not failed her in this instance. Why did the American patrol bother to stop her and then not inspect the cargo she was carrying? The move that the sergeant had her make to the rear of the Humvee was for a reason. Her suspicions were confirmed. .She went up to the nomad that was riding the small camel and gave him some clothes for his wife or family. He accepted the gift graciously and as the caravan finished moving across the highway, Badra continued on her mission. Her companion had fallen asleep long ago but that was alright. He was an illiterate fool and talked of nothing important. It would be another hour before she would need for him to wake up and show her
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