Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (diy ebook reader TXT) 📕

“And if he has a doctor of his own?”

“Then we will contact Yassin through his double, through his social media profiles. Something or someone will reach him, and that certain person will tell him that this is no ordinary flu, and that he is about to die. He will also tell him that we have the antidote. The price will be Jonathan Niava.”

“You are assuming quite a number of things. If only one of them is wrong we’re in trouble. The assumption he has a double, the assumption he will see the wife and child and the assumption that that is what is going to stop him”

“I am sure it will stop him. Because death from the flu is not the kind of death Yassin sees for himself.”

“How long will it take before we know?”

“Because you don’t have the manpower…” I thought I heard sarcasm in his voice, “You will have to wait until I notify you. I will be in touch.”

“Forward the flight details. We will take it from here.” After an unhappy thought I said, almost to myself, “It will only work if he hasn’t given the order yet. What will happen if nothing will deter him and he dies in front of our eyes without stopping his people? Then what will happen?”

“If he has given them the green light, we have no way of stopping them. But if not, you, will enjoy the fruit of victory. You will have stopped a massive terror attack, with zero casualties to your side. Planes will fly safely because of you. You’ll have all the glory. We won’t even get a line in the newspaper, but we will get our boy back.”

We were both silent. After a moment I heard him say, “The flight details are waiting for you in your incoming mail.”

“We’ll get right on it,” I answered.

He hung up and I was left with bureaucratic questions. Had I just been told that the Israeli Mossad has been working on US soil? That was what I was ordered to prevent. On the other hand, without the Mossad, the situation would have been much worse. All the clues had been meticulously checked out and they had amounted to nothing. We needed to think outside the box. With the decision to do what I could to prevent the attacks, knowing that when it was all over I would pay the price, I got up from my seat and went out to organize a team to follow up on the flight details Gideoni had sent me.

I walked out of the operations room feeling satisfied at the progress, no matter how slight. A waft of pizza reached my nostrils, reminding me I hadn’t eaten anything in hours.

“I saved you some pizza. It’s in the fridge. I want you to go and eat. You’ve been running on coffee since yesterday,” Linda ordered with a smile.

“Great idea. What about the helicopter? Are they on their way back?”

“No.” She got up from her seat and we both walked into the kitchen. “They were surprised, but they will do it and will be here within the hour.” While talking to me, she took the flat box out of the fridge and slipped it in the microwave.

“Who is trailing after the professor?” I asked as I sat down heavily next to the round metal table.

“We have two teams in vehicles. Another will join them, once they arrive in Florida.”

“That’s good.” The microwave oven beeped, and Linda laid the pizza in front of me. I cut it into four and took a bite out of one of the slices. “Despite the fact that Guy Niava is the type of person who can take care of himself, I don’t want anything to happen to him.”

She sat opposite me and continued, “The Barkley team who went to look for the pilot found a body. Someone arrived there before us.”

“Who is following up on that inquiry?”

“New York City Police. I am in direct communication with them, and with the person in charge of this investigation. I will let you know all the information once I have it.”

I didn’t answer her. For a moment, just for a moment, I closed my eyes. I rested my head on the wall and let the taste of the melted cheese fill my mouth. Linda was silent too. After a moment, when I opened my eyes, I saw her looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling.

“You know what,” she whispered, “I get the feeling that we are dealing with an organization a whole lot more sophisticated than we have ever known.” She shuddered. “It scares me to think what they can do. My parents don’t live far away from the airport… I used to spend hours staring at planes flying over my head. How many will fall over neighborhoods?”

“I hope not even one. This is exactly why we must think outside the box.” I wanted to add that this was the exact reason why I’d accepted Gideoni’s offer. But on second thought, it was information best kept to myself. If the operation brought me down, there was no reason to bring Linda down as well.

I couldn’t manage more than two slices of pizza. I wanted to get back to my room and see if there was any news. The phone rang just as I opened the door. I rushed inside, lifted the receiver and answered, “Ashton.”

“You have two hours till landing.” Gideoni’s hoarse voice was like music to my ears. “It’s a private airstrip so it will be a bit of a problem but find a way to stick a tail on them.”

“We will get organized accordingly,” I answered and we both hung up at the same time.

Murat Lenika,

November 15, 2015, 4:16 p.m.

I sat in an armchair on the side while Yassin’s men got to work unpacking the crates, dismantling the rifles and putting them in other bags. There were men’s purses, stiff, black bags that looked like ninja bags, and