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wouldn’t be such a big issue at this stage of his plan – he might have already given all the orders. In the end, the opposition won and we decided to wait for the arrival of the sick, innocent civilians. Yassin’s reaction after he sees them would prove if he was the real one or not.

Our time frame was very narrow. We had a lot to do and very little time before he arrived. To be on the safe side, we asked the teams to tail the limousine and stall them if necessary. We repeated our New York routine. People waited in a few other hotels he had frequented in the past. The leading team and I settled ourselves in the hotel we thought was his favorite, the Four Seasons, so before they even arrived at the hotel, we were already at our stations. Once again, we took over the switchboard, we learned the map of the hotel, the break-in team checked their equipment, and the rest of the team wore the hotel uniforms. We were all tense. Everyone wanted confirmation that they were coming to this hotel, the one the statisticians voted on, even though there was no suite booked in his name in the reservations. We waited, tensions running high, for a clue to lead us to the final destination.

***

The clue came from the Israelis, who pointed out a specific plane with Yassin’s guests. We homed in on the plane, then we recruited the NSI to hack the black box of the plane. In the recording we could hear a woman’s voice requesting the pilot to summon a doctor to the airport because her son is sick.

The pilot answered that his instructions were not to be delayed and to go directly to the hotel.

The woman’s voice sounded as if she were pleading and asking him to use his discretion.

The pilot answered that he had no choice in the matter and an order from Yassin was not to be breached.

The feminine voice seemed defeated when he answered that there was a doctor at the Four Seasons. A door slammed. And quiet… Just the sounds of the flight and that was it.

All those who had listened to the recording breathed out in relief and smiled. I said, “With all due respect to this tape, only the tail we put on them will determine the final destination. I am not quite convinced that the wife fully knew her husband’s plans.”

And still, despite my reservations, the recording we heard had made us all smile and breathe easier.

Less than an hour later, we found out that they were staying at a different hotel.

We undertook the same operation as before: we dismantled all our equipment and in less than ten minutes we were out of there. It was too late to put bugging and filming devices in their suitcases. It felt like groping in the dark, without night vision.

Murat Lenika,

November 15, 2015

A short while after we had settled in and had set up the operations room with its numerous computers, the electronic equipment and the maps, a pile of suitcases entered into the room, and behind them came Yassin’s wife. She looked very green and her child was almost transparent. She didn’t come into the room in a fighting mood, as the soft voice had predicted, nor even a groveling one. She came in sick.

“I think we have the flu,” she announced, to no one in particular. She kicked off her shoes and marched to the bedroom. The transparent child stood in the middle of the room for a moment and looked at his father, who held his hands out to him. The child took one step towards him and fainted.

Laura Ashton,

November 15, 2015

“They are most probably sick. Very sick. Maybe so sick that one of them will die and the United States will be involved in an international incident because of an impetuous act by the Mossad.”

From the moment I saw them in the hotel cameras and until I saw Gideoni’s face on the screen, no more than two minutes had passed, but for me it seemed like an eternity. An eternity full of anger and disappointment. This was not the way I had envisioned the end of this affair. I was thinking more in the lines of a letter of admiration which could be framed for all to see in the office, and not a humiliating letter of resignation because of the diplomatic complication I’d caused.

“An impetuous act?” Besides a slight raise of his eyebrow, which showed he was annoyed, the rest of his expression remained indifferent.

“I am sure that whoever decided to put two people’s lives in danger saw before their eyes the potential deaths of thousands of others. Do I need to remind you of 9/11?” Gideoni of the video calls was much more annoying than Gideoni of the regular phone calls.

“You have infected two innocent people. They did nothing wrong besides --”

“Besides being at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I can’t be so complacent and think that they are just unlucky, mainly because we don’t know how expendable they are in his eyes. Maybe he feels like they have no choice in the matter, in participating in his struggle?”

“I find it hard to believe that he would sacrifice his son without a fight,” Gideoni said

“You find it hard to believe? You, of all people. An Israeli who has seen many Muslim children sacrificed and encouraged by their parents to become shahids?” I reran the footage and looked at them again, her unsure stride, the paleness of her face, her struggle to breathe and her dazed eyes. “They really look awful. Especially his son.”

“I am sure he will accept her request once he sees their situation. If they looked as if they had just come in from the spa, it wouldn’t have affected him, right?”

I didn’t answer him. Instead I turned my attention to one of my agents who had just walked in with an