Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2010 10:24:58 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-Day Pass Chapter 48

The Three-Day Pass Chapter #48
By Joystick

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales
is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your
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End of Chapter 47

Joseph thought for a few seconds then said, "O.K. Pick up the head
instructor from the Army school at the base. Tell him we need him and one
of his most trusted American non-Muslim Arabic-speaking colleagues and get
them here this morning. Make sure they have top-secret or at least secret
clearance."

"OK, but this had better be big."

"Believe me, Bill, It is!"


Chapter 48.

It was about 4 PM when Joseph and the two translators were finishing up
their work.

"There, I think we are all in agreement as to what these documents are
saying," Joseph said as he sorted and numbered each page. "I would like to
thank both of you for your work. I'm sorry, but this work is so secret and
so sensitive that I'm afraid for the time being and for national security
reasons you are going to have to be placed under FBI protective custody. I
assure you that it will only be until this situation is resolved." Then he
said to Steward, "Will you please arrange for their confinement. And see to
it that it is as pleasant as possible."

"I'll have them checked into a first-class hotel."

After Steward had made the arrangements necessary and the two translators
had been escorted out, Joseph turned to Bill and said, "Well Bill, was I
right about this being big? The only thing we don't have is the exact time
and date. I think we can both make a good guess as to when, but guesses are
dangerous. One thing is for sure though - It is a typical multi-prong
Al-Qaida operation."

"It sure looks that way, and that camp is where it is all being planned and
from where it will be executed. I remember you had suggested, at the time,
that we get an agent in there. You were right. No need to tell me 'I told
you so'. I could kick myself for not doing it. Now I think we better notify
'Homeland Security' and have them raid the place." said Bill's boss,
Mr. Cook. "This is too big for us to handle alone."

"Hold on a minute, Steward," Joseph said. "This is my operation and you
can't just go in there and arrest everyone. We could have the lawsuit of
all lawsuits on our hands. What happens if you bust-up the place and find
nothing! THESE PEOPLE ARE NOT STUPID. If 9/11 taught us anything, it was
that they are not idiots. How do we know that all this is not just another
way to test me? Perhaps Allie and the Emir are on a little fishing
trip. Maybe it's the Emir's way of seeing if I can be trusted and he and
Allie are just waiting to see if I take the bait. No! The only thing that
will happen if we do it your way is that my cover will be blown and these
three years of work will go down the sewer. Another way is needed. What
about the second part of this plan? The one where they are going to blast
the hell out of that Mosque on the Temple Mount and blame the Mossad. That
could start a real shooting war. Perhaps we could work it from that
angle. We would have to warn the Israelis and coordinate our actions with
them. Like it or not, the Emirate will try to convince the world that this
was all some vast Zionist plot. Why would any Moslems want to blow up one
of the three holiest Moslem religious sites?"

"Let the Israelis worry about themselves," Cook said. "We don't owe them
anything. They do a good job looking out for themselves."

"Thank God they do! But, I'm afraid we do owe them something. At least I
know I do! I owe them my life as well as my position as future Emir. The
fact that they, at the request of our government, did not kill Fazzi when
they had the opportunity, made it possible for me to become his adopted
son. We at least owe them the courtesy of informing them of the danger they
face. Then, as you said, they can take care of themselves."

"Well, I'm in charge here. And until I hear otherwise we will do it my
way!"  Cook said angrily. "We raid the camp!"

"Sir, with all due respect, you are not in charge. I was there when the
President placed Joseph directly in charge of this operation and ordered us
to support him! Not the other way around," Bill corrected Cook.

"I received no such orders," said the director "and until I do...."

With that, Joseph picked up his cell phone and dialed a number and placed
the cell on 'speaker phone', then said to Cook, "I repeat, this is my
operation." The telephone rang a few times and then a voice on the other
end came on and said, "Mr. Benson, The President is eating now, he will be
right with you."

Then, after a split second, in a voice that was unmistakable. "Yes,
Mr. Benson, you have something for me?" The President asked.

Joseph made his apologies for interrupting his dinner and gave him a quick
rundown on the situation telling him what he intended to do. "Sir, this is
one of those times I was telling you about the last time we met. I want you
to inform the Newark director, Mr. Steward Cook, that this is my operation
and I'm in charge."

"Put him on the line."

Joseph handed him the phone, "The President would like to talk to you."

The President talked to Cook for a few minutes and then, red faced, Cook
handed the phone back to Joseph.

"Ok, I told him that you are in charge and that you are operating directly
for me and in my name. For conformation I told him to call the Federal
Director. Do you want me to contact the Mossad or do you have a plan?"

"Sir, if you would alert them, it would help clear the way. I think I have
a way to notify them myself. However, your calling may speed up things and
I think speed is of the essence here."

"I agree with you and I'll get right on it from my end.... And Joseph,
please be careful and, for both our sake's, please don't screw-up. Keep in
touch as much as you can. I want a full report - both in writing and in
person. I want to be in the loop."

"Yes Sir, and thanks." Joseph said and closed the phone. "Well?" he asked
and looked at Cook. "Are you on board, or do you want to call the
Director?"

"I guess you're in charge! What's next?"

Joseph again opened his cell phone and dialed a number. When a woman
answered, he asked, "Summaya?" and when she said yes, he continued, "This
is Mr. Benson. How are you feeling and how is the finger?"

After being told it was better, he inquired, "I wonder if you would be kind
enough to come over to the house right away. I have something to show you
that I think will sort of make up for the way I treated you yesterday."

"Sir, you know that is not necessary. I understand and there is no need to
'make up' for anything."

"Thank you for that, but please, humor me if you will and please hurry.'

"I'll be right there, Sir."

Within five minutes Joseph heard the key in the door and went to let her in
and then escorted her into the kitchen. She looked at the two strangers and
then looked at Joseph questioningly.

"Sir, what's going on here? Who are these people and...."

"Summaya, may I present to you, Director Agent Steward Cook and Agent
William Barns of the F.B.I. Newark office. I am, as I know you have known
for a long time, an Agent also. I know you have known this for a long time
- just as I have known you are a Mossad operative. There's no use in
denying any of this.  Your government will soon be contacting you and
telling you that you are to work with us. Knowing how slow governments can
be - this may take a little while and we do not have much time. If you will
read the papers that I will show you now, you will know what I mean."

Joseph placed before her the original copies of the parts of the plan about
the Mosque. She scanned about one page and then her cell phone rang. She
asked permission to answer and put the phone to her ear listened and told
the caller, "Ken, mavinah, Yes, I understand" then she smiled and put the
other sheets down. "So much for taking time - That was my boss. I'm ordered
to work with you gentlemen. Now is this all you have, Joseph?" she asked,
for the first time using his first name. "There is much more to it than
this."

Joseph, kind of perplexed, looked at her and said, "you read only one
page. Are you not surprised? What's the story?"

"I'll read the rest later, including the parts about the American
operation. We have known about the Mosque for some months now. We know and
have the entire operation under surveillance. We have been waiting for
final information on time and date, before we close down the operation. But
there is much more to this than the Mosque. They are planning another
bombing here in the United States. This time they really intend to cripple
the city of New York. Your 'friend' Allie is in charge of this end and he
has been using and working with that so-called Boys Camp I tried to warn
you about at the beginning of the summer. Remember? You even spent a night
there. When we saw that you did nothing to investigate the camp, we did,
and we have an operative working from within the camp. We know how, we know
whom, and by tomorrow, we will know when."

"And when were you going to tell us this?" Bill asked.

"Our Prime Minister was going to tell you everything as soon as all the
information became known. Like I said, we have known about this a long time
and we did not wish to disclose our information until we were sure you
could be trusted. By your calling me and showing me these papers, we now
know that you can be trusted. We have a plan to stop the entire operation
and prevent any casualties, not only in Israel, but here in the U.S. as
well. In fact we might even have a way to keep Joseph and his role out of
this. We sort of like the idea of him becoming the Emir," she said and,
looking at Joseph, she smiled, "providing you are willing to work with
us. I was even looking forward to being your housekeeper in Syria. Too bad
you are not Jewish - that would have put the Icing on the cake. Now, let's
see those papers and see if we can prevent another 9/11."

They talked for hours. Summaya revealed, that since the FBI had not done
anything, she had sent one of her best operatives, her cousin, to get a job
at the camp as a driver. When it was 'discovered' that he had a talent for
working with explosives and had conducted several lectures and
demonstrations on the subject he was promoted. Of course, what was not
known, was that the Mossad had trained him as a bomb disabler. According to
Summaya he would be the one to build the bombs and be one of the three
drivers. "My cousin assures me that none of these bombs will work and your
police will be able to stop the truck-bombs long before they enter their
targets. All we need to know now is what the targets are and when the show
will take place."

"When do you hope to get those answers?" Joseph asked.

"As soon as I know, you will know. It should be soon because from what we
know of the Mosque operation, they are ready to go in a few days.... And
guess what is coming up?" Summaya asked. "September the eleventh."

"And do you think they will use that date to strike again?" Barns asked.

"Do you have a better idea?" Summaya asked him. "In any event it's getting
late and I should get home."

"It looks as if I'll be needing a new cook," Joseph said as he escorted her
to the door.

"Not just yet. I'll see you in the morning. When and if Allie comes back,
you may need my protection."

"I can take care of myself, I still have a gun and I know how to use
it. It's in the safe."

"You better get it out and clean it. You might need it. I'll see you in the
morning. Is there anything you want for breakfast?"

"The usual."

>>>>>>

The next morning Joseph came downstairs and found his cook at the stove
preparing 'eggs in the hole' and coffee.

"I just don't know what Rich and I are going to do without you when this is
over." Joseph said.

"Well you will just have to come visit me in Israel. I was planning to open
a bed and breakfast and serve 'Eggs in the Hole' to rich American
tourists."

"Great idea. Is there any news?"

"Yes. My cousin says that Allie had him make four bombs. He then picked one
of the bombs at random and had him demonstrate how the bomb worked. A hand
held switch operates the bomb. My cousin used a working switch yesterday
and it worked well. There will be three vans and the targets will be the
two tubes of the Lincoln tunnel and one of the Holland tunnel, all of them
inbound into the city. My cousin will be in the Holland tunnel van. We have
the route each will take and I have already set up the ambush with the
FBI. The two vans going to the Lincoln will be stopped, the drivers taken
alive and made to talk. They will be unable to destroy their vans, as the
bomb switches are defective. Since my cousin will be going to the other
tunnel, he has arranged to meet with the FBI and drive his van to a remote
location and then blow up the van. It will be made to look like he
committed suicide to avoid capture. If all goes well, he will be home in
Israel in a few days."

"When is all this going to happen?"

"Tomorrow. The Eleventh of September!"

"What about the Mosque?" Joseph asked.

"Our men will move in to stop that at about the same time. Our operation
will be kept as secret as possible. We want to avoid any public connection,
but Al-Qaida will learn that we, too, are capable of dual operations. We
will not only get them but when they talk, and they will, we will perhaps
break a terrorist group we have been watching for a long time now. If all
goes well, then it will all be over before it even starts."

"What about Allie?"

"Your people want him alive. They hope to be able to question him. We would
love to have him also, but we want him for other reasons."

"And what might those be?"

"Well, they have one or two of our men we would like back and we might be
able to arrange a swap after we have questioned him a bit. If we cannot
arrange this, we want to put him on public trial. We want the world to see
how these people would destroy their own holy places as well as kill
thousands of fellow Moslems at prayer. We would place him in the dock of
justice. And then he would become the second man to be hung since the State
was declared. A distinction he would share with Adolf Eichmann."

"Do you think either of these things will happen?" Joseph asked.

"No, but one can always hope!"

>>>>>>>> Epilog

The next day the Homeland Security, FBI and local police closed the trap,
they raided the camp and stopped the three vans. Allie was taken into
custody at the camp along with the original plans and other evidence. Two
of the drivers were placed in chains and transported to Guantanamo base in
Cuba. After questioning, the information was recorded and used as the bass
for the arrest of a network of underground terrorists and training
bases. Joseph's name never came up. Joseph contacted the Emir and together
they hired a good lawyer for Allie. The Emir insisted that he himself was
not involved, but Allie, hoping to avoid execution, took a plea and spilled
the beans and confessed everything - except he refused to admit or even
consider that Joseph had anything to do with the plot failure. He blamed
his capture on Fazzi, and that female Mossad spy they had placed in Fazzi's
house. She was the one and not Joseph. He could not bring himself to
believe that Joseph would have turned him in. He couldn't have, after all
Joseph was his lover. As part of the plea arrangement, Allie got a life
sentence with no chance of parole. Israel demanded and received the right
to have him extradited to Israel for trial if he ever was released.

Joseph and Rich well, when the smoke cleared, they went on vacation to
upper New York State. Joseph took Rich to his old hometown, Malone, and
introduced him to his adopted family. He set up a bank account for them
with enough money so that they could hire a man to help run the farm. After
this, they crossed the border into Canada, and while there, they got
married. And yes, they spent a wonderful honeymoon in Niagara Falls and
finally had unprotected sex. (There are some things too personal for even
this writer to relate, dear readers, so you will have to use your
imagination for that).

Rich would go on to become a big motion picture and TV star while Joseph
continued to work for his partnership in Worthington Investments. And as
the story says, "They would live happily ever after."

However, before they could enjoy their new life together there was one more
obligation they had to perform. When they came back from Canada, they were
invited to the White House where Joseph made his final report to the
President. It was a very long and very detailed report consisting of two
looseleaf notebooks. "That's a lot of reading there." The President
said. "Well, I did ask for a complete report! I promise I will read it all,
but can you give me a quick summary?"

"Yes, Mr. President, a very quick summery as both Rich and I have a life to
live." Joseph said. "I got lucky. I was the right man, in the right place,
at the right time. They got unlucky and we won this time. That's it in a
nutshell - now you can either read my report or deep six it... I'm out of
here. Rich and I have our own lives to live now. Good bye, Sir. Don't call
me - I'm retiring." And then the two of them left.

The President, stunned, sat down and opened book number one and started to
read...

"The Three-Day Pass - Chapter #1

There I sat, Private Joseph Benson, on the bus, looking out a grimy window
at the skyline of New York City.  God, except for seeing it on the TV or in
the movies....."

The End