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to get worse.
I am sorry to say that I am calling you with more bad news."
"What do you mean, sir?" Bennett asked, wondering how in the world this could
all get worse. "What now?"
"Well, first of all, you and Erin are in grave danger."
"We are? Why?"
"I know you spoke earlier with President Oaks," Doron said. "And I know all
about the operation under way in Bangkok."
Bennett was stunned, but his surprise quickly turned to anger. Israeli
intelligence was monitoring his satellite phone? They were listening in on his
calls? But why? And for how long?
"Yes, Jonathan, we've been watching you," Doron said, before Bennett could
ask.
"We've been doing so since you arrived in Jordan."
"But why, sir?" Bennett asked, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Because
you found the Temple treasures," Doron said.
"So?"
"So I owe you."
"Owe me what?" Bennett asked.
"Anything I can do to keep you alive, my friend," Doron replied. "But I don't
get it
why would Erin and I be in danger?"
"Don't be so naive, my friend. The Mossad captured and killed a lot of Legion
operatives involved in the hunt for the Temple treasures, and those involved
in killing my team of archeologists and advisors. And the U.S. just killed
Umberto Milano, the Legion's number two. But you know very well that neither
we nor the U.S. has this group under control. There are more out there too
many more."
"I'm not following," Bennett admitted.
"Whoever wants to prevent me from building the Third Temple is still out
there; he's not going to stop until I stop, and I'm not going to stop," Doron
explained. "Tactically, the operation to halt the Temple construction is being
run by the Legion. This much we know.
What we don't know is who is running them from a strategic standpoint. Who's
paying them? Who's feeding them intelligence? Who's giving them orders? And
what's their endgame? Is stopping the Temple all they want? Or is there
something larger at work here?
We've been hunting down leads ever since you decoded the secret of the Copper
Scroll, but one thing I've always been sure of is this: whoever came after you
before, Jonathan, is coming after you again. You can count on it."
"But why me?" Bennett asked. "I'm out of the game, off the grid. I'm
irrelevant."
"Au contraire, Monsieur Bennett," Doron insisted. "You, my friend, are the
missing link."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Whoever is running the Legion thinks you're the link to the treasures," Doron
continued. "You're the link to me. You were the link to President MacPherson.
Now you're the link to President Oaks. If someone wants to get to me, or to
Oaks, all he has to do is kidnap you and Erin, torture you both mercilessly,
send a message to me or the president demanding whatever he wants, and what
are we supposed to do? Disavow our friendship to you? Abandon our loyalty to
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you? Cut you loose? The State of Israel can't afford to have you fall into the
hands of the enemy, Jonathan. You and Erin have become too valuable.
Maybe the Americans don't see it that way. But we certainly do."
"Well, I certainly appreciate that," Bennett said. "But with all due respect,
Mr. Prime
Minister, I really think you might be overstating the threat."
"I'm not. If anything I'm understating it. That's why after you and Erin found
the Ark and the Temple treasures, I ordered the Mossad to put a team in Jordan
to keep an eye on you 24-7. Look behind you."
Bennett glanced in the ambulance's side mirror and saw a black Ford Expedition
about half a kilometer behind them.
"That's one of yours?" he asked.
"It is," Doron confirmed.
"How many men?"
"In that vehicle?" Doron asked.
"Yes."
"Four."
"All armed?"
"Heavily."
"And is that all?" Bennett wanted to know.
"Hardly."
"Did you have Mossad agents inside the camp?"
"Of course."
"Where?"
"On the loading docks, in the mess hall, in the infirmary you name it," Doron
explained. "At the end of every day, Avi Zadok personally sends me a report
assuring me that you both are okay."
"I had no idea," Bennett said.
"That was the point," Doron said. "We didn't want to interfere with your
humanitarian work. We just wanted to keep you safe. But I must say, Jonathan,
I am more impressed with the depth of your and Erin's faith than ever before."
"We thought no one was watching," Bennett said.
"That's what impressed me so much," Doron said.
Bennett, still trying to process all this, ran his hand through his hair and
glanced back again at the SW trailing them. "You actually had agents inside
the medical clinic?"
"Of course."
"Like who?"
"For starters, the man who's sitting beside you," Doron replied. Bennett
turned to Dr.
Kwamee. "You?" he asked in disbelief. The man nodded.
"You're not really from Ghana?"
"Ethiopia, actually," Kwamee explained.
"Falasha?" Bennett asked.
Dr. Kwamee nodded again, saying, "My wife and I escaped to Israel on November
21, 1984."
"Operation Moses?" Bennett asked.
"Yes," Kwamee said. "We were part of the first airlift, and because I was a
doctor and spoke English and French and several African dialects, I was
quickly recruited by . . .
well . . . you know who. The rest is history, as they say. We've been working
for them
mostly undercover ever since."
"But you really are a doctor, aren't you?" Bennett asked, suddenly wondering
about the medical care Erin had been receiving.
"Yes, yes, of course," Kwamee assured him as he continued driving southward,
trying to get to Amman by noon. "Board certified, trained originally in Paris,
worked in a number of refugee camps in Africa in the early eighties, then was
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assigned to work for a while at
Hadassah when I first got to Israel as I learned Hebrew."
Relieved that his wife had been treated by a professional medic, not merely a
spy, Bennett exhaled and then turned back to the satphone.
"Well, Mr. Prime Minister, I'm afraid saying thank you doesn't seem to
suffice, but I
need to say it anyway. Thank you. For both of us. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Doron said. "I'm just sorry that our men weren't able to
help you faster when Erin became so sick. They were about to change shifts and
were all on a conference call with the director of the Mossad. But I'm
grateful everything seems to have
turned out okay."
"As am I," Bennett said. "But I must ask you something."
"What's that?" Doron asked.
"You said you're aware of the operation I'm involved in now?" Bennett asked.
"Absolutely. In fact, we helped the NSA track the call and are assisting the
DOD in putting together a strike team in Bangkok even as we speak."
"So you think whoever's calling me is telling the truth and is really involved
in the attacks?"
"Honestly, Jonathan, I couldn't say yet," Doron conceded. "He clearly knew the
attacks were coming. That suggests to me he's deeply involved. But whether he
can actually stop the next attacks, I don't know. It's just too early to say."
Bennett felt a wave of guilt come over him. "I should have called the White
House or
Langley or the FBI or somebody the minute I got that first call." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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