Kill Them Wherever You Find Them

by David Hunter

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  "Moshe, Itzhach, please, please come in. Make yourselves comfortable."

  Since the death of General Ashkelon it appeared as if Moshe had added ten years to his appearance. Isser realized that this entire affair was aging all of them more rapidly than what nature intended.

  It seemed that no sooner was one crisis averted than another asserted itself into his life, with no time to catch his breath between. This wasn't the life Moshe wanted. He desired to be a research scientist only. Isser wondered if during his youth Moshe could have seen the future, he might have taken a different career path. Isser's assistant brought in a pot of coffee and mugs, followed by a pitcher of ice water and frosted glasses, each with a lemon wedge on the side. Waiting for him to retreat, Isser started once the door was closed.

  "I understand the Einstein-Rosen Bridge has been further perfected, allowing the artificial wormhole to place a landing with precise latitude-longitude coordinates. I further understand that before this we could only land a person to within about three meters of the desired geographical target. Is this correct?"

  "Nachon, Isser, correct. The wormhole is calibrated, as before, to not open into a solid object or body of water deeper than a rain puddle. The precise lat-long coordinates that have been integrated into the devices on both ends will shift to the nearest open space should it otherwise have opened into a solid object in the other space-time. This doesn't in the slightest way affect our ability to land an object or person in the past at the precise moment desired, allowing for the time required for the Einstein-Rosen bridge to open and the Quantum Tunneling to be executed." Moshe took the lead in their report, then turned to Itzhach to continue.

  "We still face the problem of how to land somebody, or something, unobserved - though the experiment with the tree at the kibbutz indicates this is not likely a concern. We think; nonetheless, it's wise to cross all of our t's and dot all of our i's." Itzhach picked up the thread of conversation. "In the case of the time incursion with Stauffenberg, we landed him in the woods a distance from known areas of fighting and habitation to avoid detection. The history and land property deeds for the area were well-documented, allowing us to insert him undetected based on good research and a little measure of dumb luck."

  Itzhach continued, "Residential areas of Persia and Egypt of the early 1930s are not as well documented, with most land deeds and transactions being handed down from generation to generation without governmental documentation – for the most part – in any central storage. We could land Jeff well outside of any town or farm area but this would require additional travel on his part to complete his missions. That adds unknown variables which could, potentially, compromise him and his mission."

  Isser considered this before asking, "What would you suggest to minimize the risks of detection during the insertions?"

  Itzhach looked to his superior, Moshe, who nodded back to him, so he offered their response. "We have perfected the device Jeff will have on his end of the wormhole. Before there were several seconds required for power-up and recalibration to return to our space-time. Now it is in an always-on state, with a near inexhaustible micro-nuclear power source. Power-up time is no longer a factor in the equation. We have additionally been able to pre-program alternate landing spots. This means that should Dr. Stauffenberg land in one place, find it unacceptable for any reason, pushing a virtual button will instantaneously open a new wormhole to transport him to the next destination, up to five alternate destinations within a four kilometer radius of the primary geo-target. Or, should he choose, he could return to current space-time when he selects the virtual 'home' button."

  "What if the device on the landing end falls into somebody else's hands?" Isser was sure they would have covered this possibility, but he had to ask.

  "That was one of our first considerations." Moshe took this one, "The device is programmed to respond only to Dr. Stauffenberg's DNA coupled with the presence of his neuron-electric signals. In other words, even with his DNA present, if the unique blueprint of the nerves in either of his hands isn't present, the device won't respond. Only a living, breathing Stauffenberg can activate the device commands while holding it in either hand. Should he somehow lose the device, it's impossible that anybody in the early 1900's would have any idea what it is, let alone how to make it work."

  "I've been in this business long enough, Moshe, to accept that nothing is perfectly fail-safe." Isser said. "There is always somebody, somewhere, who would rise to the occasion and crack the toughest problem with an unconventional solution. That said, it is 99.99% unlikely that anybody finding the device in that time of history would be able to figure it out and use it. Most likely, they would believe that Martians really have visited the earth and accidentally left something behind. This is excellent news, especially the latitude-longitude-precision programming and Stauffenberg's ability to relocate to an alternative location. The Americans and Russians are holding to rounding up the cells two weeks from today. Are we still on track for Phase II to be fully implemented next Thursday?"

  "Yes and no." Moshe responded. "Something has come to light in the timeline comparisons of Stauffenberg's landing that we want to bring to your attention. Itzhach, would you?"

  "Certainly." Dr. Mendlesøn proceeded to succinctly, yet in sufficient detail, tell Halevi about the missing mom-and-pop operation with specific detail on the missing pediatric surgeon in this timeline and its attendant potential consequences.

  "This may or may not be serious. There isn't enough time to fully vet the details." Isser held a ponderous posture for a bit before looking at the other two men, "Gentlemen, I'm approving going fully operational with Phase II. I'll inform the Prime Minister of my decision. In the meantime if there are any changes that should come to my attention, contact me at any time, day or night. One final item before we conclude here. Moshe, has Lt. Gen. Aharonson downloaded the specs of the upgrades into the storage computer?"

  "Yes, she has."

  "Thank you."

  As weighed down as Moshe looked now, Isser wondered how much worse it would be for him should he learn about the secret fourth facility that was recently opened, outside of the purview of The Project. Should the early 1930s Persian and Egyptian landings prove successful Moshe would be either retired, or informed of the newest facility's existence with its ultra-clandestine and highly controversial purpose. For his sake Isser hoped Moshe would be retired so he'd never learn about the facility, the next logical step to his research.

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  29. Fomenting Schism

  "Time is what we want most, but what we use worst." - William Penn

  Safe House, Islamic Republic of Iran

  Ghasem Suleimani and Abd El-Monem Abou met well into the night discussing final plans before each went his own way for the attack on the Zionist pig and Jewish monkeys around the world.

  Three days to go and their dream of a world without a map showing Israel on it, similar to an Israel-free map found in the United Nations. It would be a wonderful world where synagogues would be obsolete.

  How they yearned for that day! How their longed for it, even their grandparents as adults yearned for things to return to how they were before the Jews infiltrated and then took over. Ghasem secretly dreamed of the day when Iran would reign supreme over the entire Middle East, dictating policy to the Arab countries. It was their right; the Fars people were superior with a history and culture unmatched by any other.

  The safe house in which they met was electronically shielded from any possibility of listening or video devices penetrating its walls and false windows whose curtains covered the solid wall just to the other side. No electronic communications in or out. Ghasem was unbending in this matter.

  Avi must have been caught, Mona's handlers in Israel lost sight of him just after the Internet feed of Mona's torture. Discreet inquiries where he lived, coupled with round-the-clock observation of the military building where he worked, confirmed this. Maybe he was dead a
lready, maybe imprisoned. Ghasem really didn't care – he had milked that goat dry.

  "Mona," Ghasem thought, "how fitting if you become one of my brides in Paradise!" Dying days after the video feed, more from a lack of a will to live than anything else, Ghasem thought of her and her sister who was only too happy to prepare and serve food to the men in the safe house. Balour knew her duty, her proper place. He silently honored both sisters.

  The safe house itself was nondescript. Ghasem specified nothing too fancy, or too run down, in a middle-income suburban area well outside the city. He additionally required nearby public transportation to and from the city.

  "I am concerned. The Jew monkeys are aware of something happening in their midst. Avi and No'am's actions tipped them off. I miscalculated our last use of Mona. Due to the fiasco in Los Angeles the origins of the two bio agents have been traced to Russia. If the bio agents have already been linked in any way to us, we are in the dark. The Zionist pig may be aware of us, but I don't think so."

  "I think we have been too cautious." Abd injected. "Since No'am's suicide and whatever happened to Avi, the Zionists have beefed up security at the facility. They've also isolated the families living there. Killing the Shin Bet agent outside No'am's living quarters was foolish beyond repair."

  "Yes, it can't be repaired – but the woman who failed at this job has been punished. That's the best we can do for now. Had she been a man, I would have simply shot her."

  "I would have beat you to it." Abd responded. "We don't know if they actually know about us. Neither Avi nor No'am met me face-to-face, and Avi only met you the once when she brought you to him while they were in Europe. He can't possibly have any idea as to the part you play as one of the leaders of our liberation movement."

  Ghasem grimaced to himself when Abd referred to him as one of the leaders, yet he held his peace. Deal with the Jew apes first, then deal with Abd. Don't lose focus, not this close to victory.

  "Do you have a point to make?" Ghasem just barely was able to cover his contempt.

  "We strike now, tonight. All assets are in place. We put the key words on the websites tonight. By this time tomorrow we will have ridden the world of the cancer that has held it down so long. At the same time we rid your country of the Bahá’í apostate infection that continues to spread. Oh to see the faces of those disgusting perversions when they learn their beloved leaders in Haifa have all died, the Universal House of Justice has been destroyed, along with the other shrines and buildings they hold sacred. Victory already has the sweet taste of honey on my tongue."

  "No, we wait until previously agreed. If the Zionist entity knew about us, we'd be dead by now. If the CIA and FSB knew about our sleeper cells they'd be rounding them up, unwilling to risk a delay. They probably think the release of the bio agent in Los Angeles was a one-time planned attack gone wrong."

  "Seriously, Ghasem, you can't believe for a second that the Americans would ignore warnings from their own CDC about the strain, both strains, being manipulated since they left Russia. Moreover that they wouldn't wonder at whose hand the genetic manipulation was performed? The couple in the building was woman with no medical background and her even less-educated husband. The bioengineering required time, skill, equipment, and a great deal of money. You may want to believe that we're safe, that all is going according to plan, but I tell you we are not." Abd spoke with emotion.

  Ghasem could feel the fibers in his muscles contract, eager to strike Abd. To challenge him like this was unacceptable! Yet, Ghasem had to admit to himself that the points made were valid. The "Great Satan" was no fool, neither was the "Little Satan." If the Americans and Israelis worked together they just might begin to put the pieces together.

  "There may be something to what you say, I do not deny it, but we have done well and come this far because we have stayed to the plan, only modifying it as truly needed. At this juncture I see no imminent need to escalate our time table, when the end is just three days away. Further, you are wrong. Though our assets are in place, not all are aware of their target yet. Tomorrow the cell leaders are scheduled to provide target information so that the sleepers can be in the right place at the right time. Most of the targets are soft, they will be taken out with ease. Others are hardened with minimal security that the assets must first penetrate, or at least find a way to side-step. Though none of this is too difficult, it can't be done tonight. We need these last couple of days before we strike."

  "Fine, have it your way. I think it's a huge mistake, but you've done your part to help get us this far, I'll defer to your judgment – for now."

  Ghasem realized, at that very instant, that it would not be enough to merely humiliate Abd in the new World Order that was just around the corner. He would make a public example of him. A beheading would do nicely.

  "Thank you, Abd. I appreciate your vote of confidence. Moving on to the next matter, our man assigned to watch the comings and goings of the General Staff building of the Israeli military. Has he noticed any changes in schedules or work hours?"

  "No, surprisingly nothing seems any different from when Avi was feeding us information, at least not since they increased their security."

  "Without No'am and Avi we are flying blind as far as The Project goes. Based on the last report from No'am, the human trial was an abject failure. Do you think he was telling the truth?"

  "Not for a second. You?" Abd instantly replied.

  "No, I don't either." Ghasem was silent for a moment, then continued. "Maybe we should move the attack up one day, to the day after tomorrow. We just are not sufficiently prepared for an attack tonight or tomorrow – it must be coordinated, all at the same time everywhere. Make sure the cell leaders contact each and every person tomorrow with their targets, everybody. I want any final contingencies nailed down, no loose ends. We will never get another chance like this again, not in our lifetimes. We can't fail."

  "I will update the websites immediately upon arriving home. Confirming the strike is moved up a day with the authorization and confirmation code: Dragon exchanged for Fairy in the children's story pages on the website."

  "See to it right away. The Muslim Brotherhood is in disarray. Your entry back into Egypt is still secure?"

  "Yes, I should have no problem getting in when I return. I think it wisest to not return until after the attacks are complete. For now I'll stay in my flat in Tehran."

  Opening the door for Abd to leave Ghasem said, "This is it. I'll next see you after our victory, insha Allah."

  "Allahu akbar! Sala'am Ghasem."

  "Sala'am."