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

“That was not the agreement,” one of the agents said quickly. “According to the orders from before, we first make certain the kidnapped boy is there and only after that, if the terrorist is armed, we shoot to injure, otherwise we will lose the ties to the kidnapped boy and all the information that only the terrorist can give us.”

Another agent said with determination, “If the kidnapped boy is not there, we are supposed to hold our fire.”

“I am sorry, the new orders I have received from above are to identify Yassin and take him out.”

In a matter of seconds, I had an incoming call from Gideoni, which made it clear to me that he had men in my system. “I understand you were given orders contradicting our understanding. It doesn’t make sense. You can’t give such an order. Please, Laura. Yassin has to remain alive, at least until we know where the boy is and what his plan is.”

“Yassin can’t be kept alive. The estimations are that with his body we will obtain control.” I repeated what I’d been told without really believing it.

“He needs to know that there is a solution and that we have it in our hands. To get to this point and then to encounter such inflexibility is very frustrating.”

Gideoni didn’t have any influence on the situation and he didn’t like it at all. “You can do something else, like sending someone else, as a waiter or a housekeeper into the room to scan the place before the team arrives. I understand that you have no idea how many people are in the room at the moment and what their state is.”

“You are not here so you cannot know. They won’t let any of the staff come inside, for sure not to scan the suite.”

He was silent. Out of courtesy towards him, I didn’t hang up even though I really wanted to. The Israeli Mossad had no place intervening and definitely had no right to say what he said next.

“You leave me with no choice. I have to initiate a move of my own against Yassin Graham.”

Murat Lenika,

November 15, 2015

Yassin’s phone rang and the feverish wife in the room was immediately forgotten. Yassin looked over at the ringing device, and, realizing the phone was too far away from him, looked at Karrol. “Answer the call,” he instructed, and Karrol complied. By the look on his face the caller had said something dramatic. Karrol said, “I am putting you on speaker phone. Repeat what you just told me now.”

“We received a message,” a familiar voice said on the other side of the line. “It said, I know you are not Yassin Graham. Tell him that his wife and child have been infected with a fatal virus, which takes 24 hours to ravage the body. Towards the end, those infected will suffer from a high fever and shortness of breath. If they don’t receive the antidote, there is no doctor in the world who can help them. They have ten hours to live.” He hesitated before he continued and, in the end, said, “The caller said that he has the antidote and demands in exchange to get Jonathan Niava.”

Karrol said, “Tell him everything, also what he said at the end.”

The familiar voice added, “He also said that the virus is very contagious to whoever comes in contact with the sick person. They will die too within 24 hours from the moment they have been exposed.”

I looked back at the woman lying on the bed and thought to myself ‘Fuck, what do I do now?’ I wanted to run and wash my hands and my face, as if the germs would vanish with the soap, but I knew it was too late for me. Karrol and I looked worriedly at Yassin. He was not the type you want to be next to when he received a threat like that. The monotonous rocking stopped. Yassin lifted his head and looked at us. His face was deathly pale, a tear rolled down his cheek, but his gaze remained icy like a stiff mask.

“I want to talk to two people now. The first, Sir Albright. He is an old friend of the family and is in the MI-6, British Intelligence Secret Services.”

“It will take me some time to try and reach him,” Karrol noted in his soft voice.

“It won’t. Use the ties of the estate’s secretary. Sir Albright will get me an antidote and a doctor from the American army or a doctor from the British embassy. And you,” Yassin ordered in a quiet harsh voice full of vindictiveness, “Organize a helicopter for this doctor!”

“They will try to force their way into the room and spray us all.”

“They will try and come in, but cleverly,” Yassin interrupted him, “They won’t use force and won’t spray as long as they think their kidnapped boy is here.” He tried to stop a sneeze and continued, “They won’t do it! We need to check for bugs in the suitcases and from now on, we only talk in whispers. Let the water run and turn up the television.”

“And the second conversation?”

There was a knock at the door. “That is most probably the doctor we ordered. What do we do with him?” Karrol asked.

“That is not a doctor. That is a killing squad. Send him away. I don’t want strangers to come in! Make sure that Sir Albright’s doctor gets here or some other specialist in infections and poisons.”

Karrol walked up to the door and shouted, “Go away.”

“But you ordered a doctor,” the voice on the other side of the door insisted.

“We don’t want you. We’re waiting for our private doctor.”

“Are you sure?” the voice asked, “Are you sure you are not risking someone’s life with this decision?”

“I told you I am waiting for a private doctor, now go!”

The knocking on the door stopped. Karrol asked again, “What is the second call you wanted me to make?”

“The group who are about to