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Gwadar, Pakistan



Yasin Abdul Zamani, a well-known Pakistani nuclear physicist, woke up at five-thirty A.M. like he had done for the past four years. He got out of his bed and walked over to his closet. He removed the suit that he was going to wear to his laboratory and laid it on his bed. He then walked over to his dresser, opened it and removed a pair of socks. He closed the dresser drawer and walked back over to his bed. He placed the socks near the edge of the bed and then put on his suit. Afterwards, he sat down on the edge of the bed and put on his socks. He then put on his shoes that were next to his bed.

Zamani sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the picture of his beloved wife and son, who were killed in a suspicious car accident five years earlier. A few minutes later, he suddenly jumped to his feet and walked back over to the dresser. He picked up his cell phone that was next to his wife and son's picture, and put it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He put his wallet in the back pocket of his trousers, and he put his keys and a few other items, in his front pockets.

He picked up the picture of his wife and son. "I will get those responsible for taking you away from me," he whispered in Farsi, his native language. "I promise you they will pay," he continued while he returned the picture to the top of the dresser.

Zamani looked at his watch and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen near the back entrance to his two-bedroom townhouse. He picked up the teapot that was on the stove. He put some water in the teapot and then placed the pot back on the stove. He turned the fire on to heat up the water so he could make his morning cup of tea.

He walked to the front door and opened the door. He stepped out onto the front porch and retrieved the morning newspaper that was just delivered, and hurried back into the townhouse. He closed the door and walked back to the kitchen.

When he entered the kitchen, the teapot on the stove started whistling, indicating that his tea water was ready, so he laid the paper down on the table that was in the middle of the room. He took a cup out of the dish strainer and put in a fresh tea bag from the cupboard. He turned off the stove and poured some hot water into the cup.

Zamani removed a teaspoon from the dish strainer and stirred his tea. He then removed the tea bag from his cup and placed the used tea bag in the trash can at the end of the counter. He walked over to the kitchen sink, washed the teaspoon off, and placed it back into the dish strainer. He hurried back over to where he had left his cup of tea and carefully picked it up from the counter. He walked over to the kitchen table and sat down in a chair at the table. He took a drink of his hot tea and began to read his newspaper.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the front door. Zamani set his cup of tea down on the table and laid the newspaper down in front of him. He got up from his seat and walked to the front door. He looked at his watch before he opened the door and found his supervisor from work, Yigal Allon standing on the porch.

"Yigal you're early," Zamani said in Farsi. "Is something wrong?"

"May I come in?" Allon asked who was also speaking in Farsi. "I rather not talk about it on your porch."

"Of course," Zamani commented and motioned for Allon to enter. Allon entered, and Zamani closed the door. "I was having my morning cup of tea. Would you like a cup? I'm sure the water is still hot enough."

"No, thank you, I'm fine. Something important has come up, and we need to talk."

"Very well, we can talk in the kitchen while I finish my tea."

Allon followed Zamani to the kitchen and sat down in a chair at the kitchen table while Zamani sat back down in his chair. He took a sip of his tea and waited for Allon to tell him what was so important that it couldn't wait until later.

"Are you sure you don't want a cup of tea?"

"I'm fine," Allon assured Zamani. "Yasin, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I've been approached by some people who say you've been in contact with several Al-Qaeda members. Is this true?"

Zamani looked at Allon in dismay. "Certainly not," he fired back. "Who's saying this?"

"I believe they said they were from Interpol, and that they were working with the American CIA. They said that you were meeting with these people secretly."

"Whatever would give them the idea that I would associate with Al-Qaeda?"

"I do not know my friend. I just thought I'd give you a heads-up on this new development."

"I assure you Yigal; I have had no contact with any Al-Qaeda members. I do not want anything to do with those people."

"I believe what you're saying to be true, but the CIA won't give up on you that easily. They're probably going to follow you to see who you meet with."

Zamani chuckled and took the last drink of his tea. "I believe it's time to go to work," he continued to say while he got up from his seat. He walked over to the kitchen sink and washed out his teacup. He placed it in the dish strainer and turned to face Allon. "The Americans can watch me all they want; I have nothing to hide."

"Still, I would be careful if I were you."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Now let's go to work."

Without saying another word, Zamani left the kitchen, and Allon followed him. He opened the front door, and they stepped out onto the porch. Zamani locked the front door and closed it tightly. He turned the doorknob to make sure that the door was indeed locked.

Zamani followed Allon to his silver tone Toyota RAV4 that was parked in front of his house at the curb. Zamani got in on the passenger's side while Allon got in on the driver's side. Allon started the car, and they drove off.



Ten Hours Later



The sun began to disappear over the horizon, and the day turned into night. Yigal Allon and Yasin Abdul Zamani pulled up in Allon's silver tone Toyota RAV4 and parked in front of Zamani's two-bedroom townhouse. Allon noticed a Metallic Blue Mercedes-Benz G550 SUV parked across the street. He had never seen this car parked on the street before. He looked closer and could clearly see the two occupants, a husky man and a red-haired woman in the front seat looking at a road map.

"What are you looking at?" Zamani asked when he noticed that Allon was checking out a blue Mercedes parked across the street. "Do you know them?"

"No, I don't; I guess they're lost."

"They're probably some tourists who got lost."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Allon agreed. "Well, I best be getting home. I'll see you tomorrow."

"I won't need a ride tomorrow. Remember, I'm taking the day off," Zamani reminded Allon.

Allon looked at Zamani sadly. He had forgotten that tomorrow was the anniversary of the day Zamani's wife and son died in their car accident. He nodded his head in acknowledgment, and Zamani opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He closed the door, and Allon drove off.

Zamani walked up the walkway to his front porch. He hurried up the steps while he removed his keys from his pants pocket. When he reached the front door, he unlocked it with his key and entered. He closed the door and walked up the steps to his bedroom.

He entered his bedroom and walked over to the window. He pulled the curtain back a little and saw that the Metallic Blue Mercedes-Benz G550 SUV was still parked across the street. That's odd; he thought. If you were tourists, you would have been gone by now. No matter; you can watch me all you want. It does not matter to me.

Zamani changed into his bedclothes and turned on the television that was in his room. He laid on his bed and drifted off to sleep while watching television.

The next morning Yasin Abdul Zamani woke up early from a restless night's sleep. He got out of his bed and walked over to the window. He pulled back the curtain to let in the sunlight, and noticed the Metallic Blue Mercedes-Benz G550 SUV was still parked across the street. Good morning my watchdogs, he thought. I hope you enjoyed spending the night in your car.

He closed the curtain and walked over to his closet. He removed a large travel bag and a small travel bag from the closet. He placed the large travel bag on his bed and walked into his bathroom with the small travel bag. He opened it and packed a few necessities. He zipped the small travel bag closed and returned to the bedroom. He placed the small travel bag on the bed and opened the large travel bag. He carefully placed several pieces of clothing into the bag and then placed two large brown envelopes that were on his nightstand, along with the picture of his late wife and son on top of his clothing, and zipped the bag closed.

He picked up both bags from his bed, one in each hand, and walked down the stairs to the back door of his two-bedroom townhouse, and placed them next to the door.

He started to walk to the kitchen when he heard a tapping sound coming from the laundry room located next to the back door. He hurried into the room and removed a floor panel, exposing a tunnel. A man of Pakistani descent emerged from the tunnel; Zamani quickly motioned for the man to be silent. They embraced each other in friendship, and then he motioned to the man to follow him.

The man followed Zamani upstairs to his bedroom. Zamani pointed to the window and whispered in Farsi, "That Metallic Blue Mercedes has been parked out there since last night. I think they're watching me."

The man looked out the window and saw the Metallic Blue Mercedes-Benz G550 SUV that Zamani mentioned. "They're watching you all right," the man whispered in Farsi. "Any idea who they might be?"

"I'm not sure who they are," Zamani whispered back. "They're most likely CIA. Do you think they know about our plan?"

"I doubt it, but we need to go. Everything has been arranged."

Zamani followed the man out of the bedroom and back downstairs. They walked back to the tunnel entrance, and the man hurried down the ladder. Zamani handed the man his two travel bags and proceeded down the ladder. When he was half-way down the ladder, he grabbed the floor panel and put it back into place while he slowly continued down the ladder into the tunnel.

Once in the tunnel, Zamani laid the ladder on its side. He grabbed his two travel bags and followed the man down the narrow tunnel. Using flashlights, they continued to navigate the narrow tunnel. At the end of the tunnel, a silver tone Suzuki Alto (GF) GLX hatchback, and two of their friends were waiting for them. The driver pressed a button on the dash, and the hatchback opened. Zamani put his travel bags into the back of the car and closed the hatchback. Zamani and the man got into the backseat, and they drove off.

They drove to the waterfront and stopped in front of the dock where the Iranian cargo vessel Al-Jasourah was berthed.

"You must hurry in case we were followed," the man who was sitting next to Zamani in the backseat said in Farsi. "This will get you on board the freighter," he continued while he handed Zamani an envelope. "Give this to the man who will greet you on the ship. He will take care of the rest."

With the envelope in hand, Zamani got out of the vehicle and walked to the back. The driver pressed a button on the dash and the hatchback opened. Zamani retrieved his travel bags from the back of the vehicle and closed the hatchback. He hurried up the gangplank while the Suzuki Alto (GF) GLX hatchback drove off.

"Welcome friend," the man who was standing at the top of the gangplank said in Farsi.

"It is good to be here," Zamani remarked in Farsi while he handed the man the envelope that he was given earlier.

The man removed the contents from the envelope and quickly scanned through its contents. "Everything appears to be in order," he said while he put the papers back into the envelope and handed the envelope back to Zamani. "Follow me and I will show you to your living quarters."

Zamani followed the man into the lower decks of the ship where his living quarters were located. When they reached his living quarters, the man opened the door. "It's not much, but it's only for a couple of days," the man said in Farsi. "I will be back after we leave port to show you around the ship."

Zamani nodded that he understood what the man had said and entered his living quarters. He looked around the small room and saw how shabby his accommodations were. I'm glad this is only a two-day trip; he thought.

The man closed the door while Zamani walked over to the bunk style bed. He put his travel bags on the backside of the bunk next to the wall and sat down on the bunk. "I've slept on worse," he muttered.

Zamani grabbed the raggedy pillow that was on the bunk and rolled it up to form a stiffer pillow. He kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the bed, resting his head on his newly formed pillow. "Praise the Prophet Muhammad; I made it on board this ship undetected." He mumbled. "I will have my revenge on those who have taken so much from me." He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, CIA operative Samuel Cain, a husky twenty-six-year-old man and CIA operative Kate Livingston, a red-haired thirty-year-old woman, sat in their Metallic Blue Mercedes-Benz G550 SUV, in front of Zamani's townhouse.

"This doesn't feel right," Samuel Cain commented. "The sun has been up for over two hours, and Zamani hasn't left for work yet."

"Maybe he took the day off."

"I'm telling you Kate; this doesn't feel right. I think we should take a closer look."

"I think we should let HQ know what's going on," Livingston suggested while she took her cell phone out of her purse. "Our orders were to watch and report; so, let's report this and let HQ decide what action we should take."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Livingston looked at Cain and smiled. "Don't you hate it when I'm right?"

"Just make the damn call," Cain snapped.

"Okay, Sam don't get your knickers in a knot," Livingston said while she flipped open her cell phone and pressed a speed dial button. She put the cell phone to her ear and waited for someone on the other end to answer.

"Code in please," the person that answered the call said.

"Alfa three one Delta," Livingston said in a calm voice.

"Situation?" The man on the other end asked.

"We haven't had eyes on the target since he entered his residence fourteen hours ago; request authorization to take a closer look."

"Proceed with extreme caution. Be careful not to blow your surveillance on the target."

"Roger that," Livingston acknowledged. "We'll be careful." Livingston flipped the cell phone closed to end the call.

"Now can we go and see what's up?" Cain sarcastically asked while he turned on his earwig and put it in his ear.

Kate Livingston shot Cain an evil look. "Yes, I guess we can," she snapped back. She turned on her earwig and put it in her ear while she opened the car door. She got out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut.

Cain shook his head in disbelief. He got out of the vehicle and followed Livingston toward Zamani's townhouse. As they approached the front entrance, Cain sensed that something wasn't right. He removed his forty-caliber Glock twenty-two pistol from his shoulder holster. He loaded a round into the firing chamber and flipped the safety to its off position.

Without questioning Cain's reason for readying his weapon, Livingston removed her Beretta M9-A1 nine-millimeter pistol from her purse and readied it for service.

"It's too quiet," Cain pointed out. "You stay here, and I'll go around back. I'll let you know if I should find anything."

Livingston gave Cain the thumbs up, and Cain proceeded to the back of the townhouse. When he reached the back door, he turned the door handle, and the door opened. Cain carefully opened the door a few inches. He listened and heard no activity inside. He took a closer look and saw what appeared to be some kind of a trip-wire.

"Kate, don't open the front door," Cain said while he quietly closed the door.

"What's up," Livingston asked.

"Just don't open that door," Cain said in a loud voice. "It might be booby-trapped."

"Oh my," Livingston gasped.

"Hang tight Kate, I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

Cain heard a noise coming from behind him. He swung around with his forty-caliber Glock twenty-two pistol ready to take action. He was surprised to see CIA operative Harry Wheeler; a tall middle-aged man who has been with the CIA for over fifteen years and his young partner Robert King, standing there.

"Woo, Sam, easy my friend," Wheeler said.

"Harry, you know better than to sneak up on someone like that," Cain pointed out while he lowered his weapon. "I could have shot both of you."

"Sorry Sam," Wheeler calmly remarked. "We heard what you said to Kate over the earwig; just thought we'd offer you our assistance."

"No one's home," Sam informed Wheeler. "Zamani must have somehow slipped out without us seeing him, and the back door is booby-trapped. No telling, how many more booby-traps are inside."

"There's no way he got past us without us seeing him," Wheeler was quick to point out.

"Well, he didn't get past us either," Cain fired back.

"Then where is he?" King asked. "He couldn't have just disappeared into thin air."

Cain looked at Wheeler, and they both said at the same time, "A tunnel."

"That makes sense to me," Cain heard Livingston say over his earwig.

Cain thought for a moment, "Kate, call Headquarters; tell them that Zamani has flown the coop."

"You got it," Cain heard Livingston acknowledge over his earwig.

"Wheeler, I want you and King to wait here," Cain ordered. "Whatever you do, don't go inside, it's too dangerous right now."

Wheeler gave Cain the thumbs up, indicating that he understood what Cain had said to him. "We'll be right here waiting."

Cain hurried back to the front where Livingston, who was on her cell phone, was standing. He stood next to her and waited for her to get done with her call.

"I understand," Livingston acknowledged, "I'll pass it on to the others." Livingston flipped her cell phone closed to end the call, and then returned it to her purse.

"Well," Cain impatiently inquired.

"We're to keep a low profile and proceed with caution."

"Wheeler, I want you and King to remain where you are. Kate and I will breach the front and work our way to the back."

"Roger," Cain heard Wheeler acknowledge over his earwig. "Be careful in there Sam."

"Always,' Cain assured Wheeler.

Cain walked up to the front door and turned the doorknob; it was unlocked. He slowly opened the door a few inches and saw that it was booby-trapped just like the back door was. "Another trip-wire," Cain was quick to point out to Livingston.

"I got a pair of wire cutters in my purse if you need them," Livingston commented.

Cain looked at Livingston and smiled. "What don't you have in that purse of yours?"

"I always like to be prepared for the unexpected," Livingston answered while she looked through her purse. "Oh, here it is," she continued and pulled the wire cutters from her purse. She walked over to Cain and handed him the wire cutters. "What would you do without me?"

Cain shook his head in disbelief and took the wire cutters from Livingston. "I guess I would have walked back to the car and got a pair out of the back."

"Smart ass," Livingston fired back and backed away from the door.

Cain stooped down, and cut the trip-wire, and then he pushed the door open. He readied his forty-caliber Glock twenty-two pistol and entered Zamani's residence. Without hesitation, Livingston followed Cain's lead and readied her Beretta M9-A1 nine-millimeter pistol for action, and proceeded to follow Cain inside.

Livingston carefully searched the bottom floor of the townhouse while Cain walked over to the back door and began to disarm the booby-trap that was on the back door. With the first floor secure, and with no sign of Zamani, or any other booby-traps, Livingston headed up the stairs to the second floor.

Livingston entered Zamani's bedroom and looked through the dresser drawers. She found nothing out of the ordinary, so she walked into the bathroom. She started to open the medicine cabinet while she looked down at the trash can next to the sink. "What do we have here?" She mumbled while she bent over and removed an empty box for Dramamine, a drug used to help with motion sickness, from the trash can. "Why would you need to take this shit?" she mumbled again while she stood back up and examined the empty Dramamine box closer.

"Kate, did you find something?" Livingston heard Cain ask over her earwig.

"Nothing yet," she replied. "I still have one more room to check out."

"Meet me back down here when you're done."

"I shouldn't be much longer," Livingston said and tossed the empty Dramamine box back into the trash can. She left the bathroom and walked to the other bedroom. She opened the door with extreme caution while she checked for a trip wire and found none. She pushed the door open the rest of the way and entered.

Meanwhile, Cain finished disarming the booby-trap that was on the back door. He opened the back door, and Wheeler and King entered. "I don't think we missed anything, but be careful anyway," Cain warned Wheeler and King. "You never know what might still be in here."

"Where's Livingston?" King asked.

"She's upstairs," Cain answered.

"Guys, you need to see this," Everyone heard Livingston say over their earwig. "You're not going to believe this shit."

"What did you find?" Cain asked.

"Just bring your ass up here."

Cain hurried over to the stairs with Wheeler and King following close behind him. They hurried up the steps, with Cain leading the way.

When Cain reached the room where Livingston was waiting, he entered. He looked around the room and was stunned by what he saw. The walls in the room were papered with photos of Zamani's late wife and son, along with newspaper clippings about their accident. "Kate I want you to take pictures of everything," Cain instructed Livingston. "Don't miss anything."

Livingston took her digital camera from her purse and began to take pictures while Cain, along with Wheeler and King, looked through some papers that were on the desk in the corner of the room.

When she finished taking pictures of everything on the walls, she put her digital camera back into her purse. She started to walk over to the desk to join the others when her cell phone rang. She took her cell phone out of her purse and flipped it open before putting it to her ear. She listened for a few minutes and then flipped her cell phone shut, ending the call. "I think I know where Zamani is heading," she replied while she put her cell phone back into her purse. "He was seen this morning boarding the Iranian cargo vessel Al-Jasourah bound for Jask Iran. That explains the empty Dramamine box I found in the bathroom trash can."

"Are you sure?" Wheeler asked.

"Yes, I am," Livingston shot back.

"Sorry, I asked," Wheeler remarked.

"All right enough," Cain jumped in. "Wheeler, I want you and Livingston to head back to the safe house. King and I are going to hang here for a few minutes and try to locate the tunnel that Zamani used to elude our surveillance."

"You two be careful," Wheeler warned.

"We will," Cain assured Wheeler.

Wheeler and Livingston left the room. They hurried down the stairs and exited Zamani's townhouse through the back door. They walked back to Wheeler's vehicle, and Wheeler got in on the driver's side and closed the door. Livingston hurried around to the passenger's side and opened the door; she jumped in and closed her door. Wheeler put the key in the ignition. He started the vehicle, and they drove off.

King and Cain searched the rest of the room before going back downstairs. "What now?" King asked.

"We need to find that tunnel," Cain answered. "We might just find out where, he really went off to."

"I'll look in the kitchen while you look out here," King suggested.

"Be careful," Cain warned. "You never know what might be lying around."

King carefully made his way to the kitchen. He saw a laptop sitting on the kitchen table and walked into the kitchen. He took three steps and heard a loud click. He knew that he had stepped on a pressure plate to an explosive device. A split second later, the explosive device went off, killing King and Cain almost instantly, and destroying the townhouse.