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“I can’t believe I am hearing this,” Mukhtar said with no attempt whatsoever to conceal his disgust. “Proportional. War is not about equal portions. You have been attacked by Israel and America without provocation. You were doing exactly what Israel did thirty years ago when they developed nuclear weapons in defiance of the United Nations and the International Atomic Energy Agency. They, more than any country, had no right to do this to us.”

There was a knock on the door, and then it opened to reveal Azad Ashani. The minister of intelligence looked down the length of the table at Amatullah and said, “I am sorry I wasn’t here on time.”

“I was told you were in the hospital.”

Ashani grabbed one of the few remaining chairs. “Doctors like to err on the side of caution.”

Amatullah squinted at Ashani with suspicious eyes and then turned to General Dadress. “Where were we?”

“I think our Lebanese friend was about to tell us what we should do.”

Mukhtar noted the way the general chose to use the name of his adopted country. He was tempted to ask him how many of his men he had lost in their battle against Israel and America, but he decided to let it pass. “You hit them,” he said in a slow, steady voice. “I like your idea,” he said to Amatullah, “of sinking one of your own tankers and blaming it on the Americans, but I think you should take it one step further. You should sink your tanker and then let those new Russian subs of yours hunt their carriers and sink them.”

“If we touch one of their carriers,” Dadress said in shock, “they will send our entire navy to the bottom of the ocean.”

“Then let them. It’s not much of a navy to begin with,” Mukhtar retorted.

Dadress turned away from Mukhtar and addressed Amatullah. “I am advocating taking decisive action, but one would be a fool to not take into account the American ability to strike back.”

It wasn’t in Mukhtar’s nature to sit still while an overfed, over-the-hill general called him a fool. “Do you know how many of my people have died in the fight against America and Israel?” He didn’t wait for the general to answer. “Thousands. How many of your men have died, General?”

Dadress’s face flushed with anger. He pounded his balled fist down on the table and barked, “I will not allow you to insult my men.”

“Good!” Mukhtar stood. “Then it is settled. You will send them into battle as I have been doing with my men for three decades.”

“How dare you?” The general stood.

“All I have been doing my whole life, General, is daring. Daring myself to go into battle. Daring my men into battle. Daring the Israelis to kill me. The French. The Americans. The list goes on and on. Let them drop their bombs. Let them sink your navy. They will never invade your country.”

“Even if we sink one of their carriers?”

“Especially if you sink one of their carriers. The American people are growing tired of war, and they are growing tired of defending the criminal Jews. Now is the time to be bold.” Mukhtar started for the door.

“Where are you going?” asked Amatullah.

“Back to Lebanon and then to America, where I am going to avenge the attack against your country.” Mukhtar yanked open the door and then slammed it behind him as he left.

Ashani slowly looked away from the door. One by one he looked at the men arrayed around the table. Every single man had his eyes cast down in shame, save one. Amatullah had that crooked grin on his face and a faraway look in his eye. Ashani watched as the corners of his mouth turned upwards to form a smile of satisfaction. He was already troubled by what he had heard, but now the minister of intelligence got a new sinking feeling in his stomach. Something told him Amatullah had recruited Mukhtar to goad these men into taking reckless action.

Ashani had no doubt what the Americans would do if one of their carriers were hit. Especially if they could claim they had no hand in the attack that destroyed Isfahan. Ashani knew his colleagues well. If their honor were called into question by a half-breed like Mukhtar, they would take action. He needed to give them time to cool down.

Ashani cleared his throat loudly and said, “Minister Salehi will be addressing the UN Security Council in a few hours. I have been informed that the U.S. secretary of state has flown to New York and would also like to address the council. The director of their CIA has reached out to me and would like to sit down and discuss what happened.”

“And your point is?” Amatullah asked.

“Before we do something that could place this government and its people in harm’s way, I think we should talk to the Americans and find out what they might be willing to offer us to avoid further conflict.”

One by one the advisors slowly nodded their heads in agreement.

Amatullah looked at the men and said, “I can wait another day or two at the most before we take action, but I want plans drawn up. When I give the order I want them implemented immediately. Have I made myself clear?”

One by one each

man at the table said they understood. Even Ashani. Despite his health he would be heading to Mosul in the morning. If he didn’t speak to Kennedy soon, things might spin out of control.

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MOSUL, IRAQ

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