Interdiction by W.Addison Gast (carter reed txt) 📕

complied with his request and met the general in the interrogation area. The Lt General wanted to get rid of the prisoners from his area as soon as possible. He was going into detail how the Taliban had attacked his prison looking for such captives when Colonel Nagel walked into the area.
“Lt. Jacobs. You will give Lt General Al Yamani the release for me to move the prisoners immediately so my crew can start our return to our home base.” It was a demand, not a request and without any kind of a greeting like Hello Lt, I see you are back
DJ looked at the Colonel. He looked at the Lt General who had just turned and seen the Mossad commander enter the room. and paused again. Then he said calmly to the Colonel Nagel;
“”Its very interesting to me Colonel. I can’t quite understand the reason.”
The bewildered Colonel looked at DJ with a puzzled look and asked;
“What reason Lt?”
“The reason that a military officer can enter the room where a full Lt. General is standing, the host and commander of the installation where that person is a guest and not have the courtesy to render a salute.”
The Lt. General Al Yamani’s eyes glared at the Israeli and the Colonel immediately came to attention and provided the Lt. General with a very crisp salute.
“My apologies Lt. General. I have most urgent business on my mind.” The Mossad warrior said patronizingly
“I want to talk to all of the prisoners individually General. Then I will make the decision which will be turned over to the state of Israel with proper authority”
“Use this interrogation area just down the passageway Lt. and please call my office when you are finished and you and Colonel Nagel have come to an agreement. Your American embassy legal people are waiting over at the officers club for your decision.”
DJ started walking to the interrogation area and the colonel was on his heals. DJ stopped, turned and advised the Colonel if he wanted to talk to or question any of these prisoners, he would have to wait in the adjoining room and be called after DJ was finished with each. The Colonel opened the door that was just across from the interrogation room and pulled out a cigar as he entered. He did not say one word more.
The first prisoner was the young man that had given DJ a lot of permission previously. DJ asked him three important questions and then told him.
“I am taking you to the United States with me. You will be tried after being provided legal counsel. If you are released, you will be returned to your country. I have discussed this with you before. I keep my word. I thank you for your cooperation and if you can come up with any of the answers to the questions I just asked, tell your guard you want to speak to me again. You will be returned to your cell now.”
The young man smiled for the first time since DJ had seen him and walked out of the room.
The next person that was brought into the room was none other than Raj Al Akayev. He looked bathed and clean and even appeared to have his beard trimmed .He certainly looked more tidy than before.
“Well Raj. Looks like we have had a bath, trim and maybe a pedicure? Better than living in one of those nasty caves in the mountains—right?”
“I want to see a lawyer.”
“Gee Raj, either your English has gotten a whole lot better or you have been practicing that line a lot?”
DJ walked around in front of the prisoner who was in ankle and hand restraints.
“You can give me some more details on where this group being led by miss Badra is headed or this will be our last meeting Raj. You will be turned over to Colonel Nagel. What will it be? Where is she headed and how do they plan to get into the country?”
“The attack in Lahore was only the start. You and your American citizens, infidels they are, will also pay deeply and soon.”
“News travels fast I see. Even in prison. You now have an idea what that formula can do. How can you be responsible for so many of your own and not feel compassion for others on this planet?” DJ was very sincere and said quietly to the prisoner; Raj, You have the opportunity to keep this from happening to more of your fellow men, women and children won’t you please cooperate?”
I am a Mujahideen, a warrior. It bothers me not to kill for the justice for my people and Allah.”
“Sad. Really Sad Raj. I had hoped that I’d be taking you to the USA with the others and then on to Gitmo but now, you have earned your ticket to Israel or wherever Colonel Nagel wants to take you. Remember this opportunity you had here.
Guard; Take the prisoner back to his cell and tell colonel Nagel to come in . We are ready to arrange the transfer.”
The Moussad Colonel came through the door with a confident stride and said to DJ;
“You did not get him to say one word did you? You Americans. You are so politically correct and proper.”
“Be nice to me Colonel. You want this guy? I have a few conditions and then he is all yours.”
“I need no conditions Lieutenant; my foreign affairs people are making the arrangements to take this prisoner into custody under UN code 1403.”
“Lets shorten the process then. I take the other three prisoners to the US with me and you get Raj Al Kayev. The others were only extra baggage for you. You only wanted your boy Raj all along-right? Here is what we can do.” DJ outlined the deal and the Colonel agreed and had it written for each to sign.” One last request colonel Nagel-OK?” DJ had his hand on the Mossad commanders shoulder as he asked the question.
“That is??
When we transfer Raj from our aircraft to yours, leave the head cover off. I want him to see where he is going.”
For the first time since they had met, the Colonel smiled from ear to ear and replied;” It will be done. Nice touch to the final resolution in my opinion. Have a good trip home Lieutenant.”
Taking the prisoners home on military aircraft was too involved and not expedient enough to work in DJ’s plan. He called Penny and had the office dispatch Big Bird for the mission. Considering the needed crew rest for the crew coming from Arlington, he would be back in Arlington day after tomorrow. That was playing the game close to the wire but DJ had a plan. He decided to wait out the arrival of Big Bird on board the transport that had brought them to Kabul. As he was sitting by his window working on his lap top reviewing his after action report for the day he saw the screaming, kicking Raj Al Akayev being taken onto the Israeli jet.

Chapter 22
Meanwhile, back at the wheat farm

Activity at the wheat farm appeared to be quite
Normal unless you looked closely at the operation. The harvest of wheat was of course, just a front for the real mission of this farm. It was a central gathering place for all sorts of covert operations by the Taliban. The one large metal barn held an enormous arms cache under the foundation which was accessed by opening two large diamond plated steel doors in the floor. Once open, an elevator lowered and raised the material to the storage area below the foundation. There, fork lift trucks would take the munitions and weapons to storage locations underground. The place looked like the Rocky Mountain Arsenal in Colorado. In the back of the large lot by the farmhouse was what appeared to be a mill. There was a large silo obviously filled with grain and a loading dock with several hundred sacks of flour on pallets. Haydar could see several workers walking around the mill but they were not moving any pallets. They were just coming and going from the building.
The attendant came into the room and interrupted Haydar’s observation of what was going on outside his window on the second floor room of the farmhouse by announcing;” There is a meeting being held in thirty minutes in the main dining room for you and the woman. The others need not attend. Also, they told me to instruct you to not shave.”
The servant left the room after leaving a tray of hot tea and bread.
Do not shave? What can the reason for this request be? Haydar pondered.
Badra was already in the room when Haydar arrived. She looked up from the table where she was talking to three men dressed in police uniforms. The two remaining X437 formula glass containers were on the table and the men were all looking at them and measuring. Two metal containers were sitting alongside the glass containers. The metal containers had a small sight level on the side of each to show the liquid level of whatever was inside. It was the first time Haydar had seen the formula when it was not enclosed in either the wooden crate or the llama skin pack Badra carried them in. The fluid was a eerie green color resembling liquid soap. The Indian entered the room and asked for their attention.
“I trust you all have had a good rest and are ready to continue on your mission. We are all very proud to have you as our guests here but the time has come for us all to make your trip arrangements and cover.” Please do not consider my attitude rude but the two of you here, Ali Baba and Goat do not need to attend the rest of this meeting. You may go outside and have a tour of our facility here. I will assign a security person to accompany you.” With that remark, Goat and ali Baba left the room and with the security guard walked over to the mill to watch the operation there.The Indian went on to explain to all the events that would take the rest of the day. They would all be given new clothing and instructions on how to act when traveling. They were going to New Delhi airport where they would catch a flight to London and on to New York City. From that point they would assimilate into the population and again change identities for the final part of their mission. They would travel from New Delhi under diplomatic disguise as emissaries from a Saudi Provence. Their purpose for the trip would be to announce a new processing procedure for petroleum that their engineers had been working on for several years. The group’s travel cover was to be going to a meeting in Houston, Texas of the American Petroleum Institute (API) the following month.
The Indian was explaining how difficult it had been to obtain the covert identities of each through bribing a member of the Pakistani immigration agency when one of the men that had been working outside ran into the room.
“Sahib, we have an emergency. There was a small strange aircraft flying over the hills to the west of us and it turned and followed our road to this house and passed overhead before we could cover the material.”
The Indian ran to the window and looked out over the wheat field at the low flying aircraft as it disappeared into the eastern horizon.
“Keep the materials all inside and do not open the storage doors or have any of the trucks out in the yard.