Diamond Rain: Adventure Science Fiction Mossad Thriller (The Spy Stories and Tales of Intrigue Series Book 2) Read Free Page A

snatched it out of our hands,” added
Sue Ann, as she dropped the memory stick into the slot where she had retrieved
the note of agreement.
    The Captain placed the memory stick in a
pocket under his flak jacket and closed the button.  At least I got the
evidence , he thought.
    “What hotel?”
    “It’s on Dizengoff,” said Sue Ann, as she
fiddled with her phone. “89 Dizengoff.”
    “I know where it is,” said Avon, speaking
every word as though he were talking to someone senile.
    The rest of the ninety-kilometer drive
passed in silence. Sue Ann texted the content of the agreement in principle
between her and Captain Avon and included a photo of the text.  Her editor
texted back to forward Thomas’ stills and told her to get on the story so he
could break it before the evening news in America.  His last words
congratulated Thomas for his stills and gave them instructions where to buy a
new camera.
    Adrenaline gone, Thomas and Sue Ann felt
let down as Avon opened Sue Ann’s door.  The busy thoroughfare and lush side
streets, filled with flowers and greenery, brought them back to reality.
    “Don’t go anywhere today.  We may need to
contact you,” said Avon.
    “What? An’ miss my scoop?” Sue Ann
retorted.
    “You know what I mean,” replied Avon.
    Thomas touched Sue Ann’s elbow to remind
her they were on tenuous ground here.  She turned to him: “Grow some balls,
Thomas.”
    “I’ve had it, Sue Ann. I need a shower an’
some sleep.  Give it a fuckin’ break, will ya?”
    I need to get away and use the suit. In
a kidnapping it's the first day that's the most important.  This time I'm gonna
do the right thing, thought Thomas.
    Avon gave a coarse laugh at Sue Ann’s
predicament and returned to his vehicle. He knew where he had to go.  He had
recognized the description of the female officer, the one with the ‘military’
appearance.  In the briefing before he left for Mount Carmel, his superior
ordered him to liaise with a woman answering to the description given by Thomas
and Sue Ann - and now the Chinese had her.  Why would they kidnap a Mossad
agent? thought Avon.  His driver cleared his throat.
    Avon disliked communicating outside the
line of command but his superior instructed him to pass all information to a
number at the spy agency.  When he gave his entry code, they told him to
proceed to an address in Haifa at once.
    “Get that memory stick here or your ass is
grass,” said the voice on the other end.  Avon’s driver cleared his throat
again.
    “Make sure someone stays here to keep an
eye on the journalists and get us to Haifa, the Mossad, on the double.  Here’s
the address,” Avon snapped.
    While they drove, the driver ordered a unit
of two officers to remain behind and report any movement by the journalists. 
He also suggested one of them should cover the back entrance to the hotel.
    Avon’s apprehensions grew when he saw the
nondescript apartment building on Yona Street in the old city of Haifa.  His
vehicle couldn’t double park and the driver pulled into a parking lot
adjacently opposite his destination.  Captain Avon made quite a spectacle
entering a women’s hair salon in his full military gear.
    The women seated around reading magazines
didn’t bat an eye as a door opened at the back of the establishment.  A
stunning older woman with green eyes and careworn but amber skin approached
him. She gestured with her left hand to a young woman cutting another’s hair
and the young woman jumped to attention and ran out the door.  Her goal: Avon’s
transport.  The young woman produced an identity card and placed it against the
driver’s side window of Avon’s Escalade.  The driver opened his window a crack.
    “You’re to return to base.  Captain Avon
will be detained for some time.  He will contact you.”
    “But-” said the driver to the young agent’s
back.

 
    The
Memory Chip
     
     
     
    After she took the memory chip from him, the
woman walked