Abigail – The Avenging Agent: The agent appears again Read Free Page A

They took pains not to reveal the identity of the parties
involved despite their concerns they would discover her.
                “Hmm,” Peter, the
organization’s psychologist, considered the question.
                “It’s
important to check what the deceased feels about it and you have to consider
the reaction of the mourners among whom he will appear in his new image.” He
looked at San and Barak.
                “I approve
because it is an important milestone for him, to end one incarnation in one
stroke, before the…hmm.”
                “Yes, but
what about him seeing his family?”
                “That will
be a painful encounter but what will he do if he bumps into other old
acquaintances from his previous life?” He said and added:
                “I am also considering the
feelings generated by an emotionally charged meeting at the burial.”
    The announcement of Pamela’s funeral and
the location of the burial place near the Ka’abiah tribe in the Negev only
appeared the day it was to take place. There was no mention of Abigail though
the news spread on the grapevine that it would also be the day of the funeral
of the assassinated secret agent.
    A huge crowd turned up, a mix of two
families:  that of the victim from Jaffa and Abigail’s family. Abigail’s relatives,
her colleagues , and strangers came to pay their respects to the renowned
hostage, who had escaped almost a year earlier from her Iranian captors.
    Abigail attended the joint funeral.   She stood at
a distance, melding into the huge crowd.  Large sunglasses shielded her blue
eyes, and though she felt like Abigail, she knew she looked like Rania.
    Both the ‘Mossad’ agents, Barak and San,
were present at the funeral and covertly scanned the crowd.  San signaled Barak
to pay attention to a man, who insisted on standing close to the grave.  His
face was partly hidden by a handkerchief, but his eyes were taking in
everything going on around him.  San drew Barak’s attention to a distant path,
where two people observed the mourners and flashes of light made it clear that
they were photographing the funeral.
    During the funeral, Abigail was
heartbroken. It was difficult for her to bear what she saw.  She watched the
members of her family and mourned with them in their grief.  She had forgotten
about Pamela, her secretary, who had been killed instead of her and she cried
when she saw her loved ones, who surrounded the grave.  Clearly, her family had
no idea that the figure wrapped in shrouds, now being interred, was not their
beloved daughter. They embraced one another and cried as they watched Pamela’s
burial.
    Abigail stared forlornly at her mother
as she grasped the hand of little Arlene, her granddaughter, and Abigail’s only
child.  She saw her heartbroken brother and sisters and dumbly followed the crippled,
limping figure of Adam Ayalon, the father of her daughter, the Judge, who had
been her partner during their mission to Russia.  He covered his eyes, bitterly
weeping over his partner, Abigail, who had escaped together with him in a
daring operation.
    Two days later, under cover of dark,
another grave was dug with no one else present. The gravediggers took care to
work three graves away from the new mound under which Pamela had been interred. 
They laid new wreaths on the new mound with Abigail’s name on them as well as
other floral tributes, which they removed from Pamela’s grave. They added black
ribbons to them that bore the name of Abigail Ben Nun.
    A month later they erected a headstone,
on which they inscribed:
    To
our mother, daughter, and sister
    Adv. Abigail
Ben Nun
    Naima - of the Ka’abiah Tribe
    Who
courageously escaped imprisonment by the enemy
    And
was killed by monstrous villains
    1985
– 2014
    M.H.D.S.R.I.P
    Only three people on
earth knew that this grave was a fake.
     
    No one could have
guessed that the tombstone covered a pile of