Back at the Organization cafeteria, the conversations during the coffee breaks included the usual themes touching on politics, and understandably so. “Yair, this week the European Union condemned us for our policy enabling attacks of retribution,” Erez stated as he took another sip of coffee while looking at the clock.
“Those Neo-Nazi idiots in The Hague and the European leftists are actually the reason for all the problems. They have provided money for Fattah and Hamas, and rather than supplying foods and services, they used the funds to buy explosives.” My smirk laid out the underlying disrespect I had for any of the European Peace Committees. I felt a certain level of cynical contempt whenever I saw or heard about the difficulties the Europeans were having with radical Islamic gangs and the mayhem they were spreading in major cities like London, Madrid, Paris, and Brussels. I thought to myself that they surely deserved one another. I remembered the days when the UN Security Council was locked on criticizing Israel for building dwelling units in Jerusalem, rather than focusing on the brutality and genocide that was going on throughout the Arab world, especially in Syria. Hundreds of reports were detailed in every large city in Europe about the occurrences of Anti-Semitic graffiti, knifing of Jews on their way to celebrate the Sabbath, or on their way to and from work. The Jew, once again, had become the scapegoat for the social conflicts and economic hardships in the world. On many campuses in the USA, the spread of anti-Semitic actions was recorded, with Jewish students being harassed, beaten, and cursed. But to these bigoted imbeciles, the beheading and brutal mutilations being carried out by Islamic fanatics was a non-issue.
“The conversations are becoming too redundant for my taste. We need some major action here. I am so glad that we have finally reached a point in history where we have unified a large group of Palestinians interested in a true peaceful solution with whom we can lay out plans for mutual respect and coexistence,” I said.
“Yes, Yair! And the idea that a woman is behind the big changes that are developing in Palestine is a very exciting thought indeed,” said Erez.
“Yes, she is a very special person,” I replied. “She has come through some very hard times throughout her lifetime. As you know, we have records of our contacts in all the territories. The collaborators that kept in touch with us all through the years have always been on the side of peaceful coexistence. So many lives have been saved as a result of the information they had provided. Now with all the money and support being allocated in escrow, Inkasar is becoming a powerful movement, actively involved in covert operation against their enemy within and Jezabilah joined Inkasar for that purpose. I can give you some details about her motivations to surge ahead and support this new political wave in Palestine.
“It was on a grueling, hot summer evening, when five masked Hamas members broke into Jezabilah’s apartment. They were acting on information that her husband had been collaborating with the Israeli intelligence network. They shot him dead at point-blank-range. One week after her husband was murdered, Jezabilah went to meet with a leading member of the Inkasar underground movement. Her friend Zara had already become a devoted member of the movement, and until that point in time Jezabilah was rather apprehensive and quite scared to join Inkasar. However, after the militants murdered her husband, joining Inkasar was the only goal Jezabilah set for herself. She knew that she was ready to focus all her energies on bringing about freedom and justice for her people. After all that transpired in her life, she felt that she had nothing else to live for. The proliferation of the ideals that were at the core of the Inkasar movement was all that was on her mind. She realized that if she had to sacrifice her life, it would be for a just cause, which would alleviate the likelihood of future generations being exposed to the same horrors that had permeated her life. Corruption was a powerful force that had to be dealt with, and the sooner the truths would be laid out the better.
“Jezabilah has moved up in the ranks and has become a major figure in leading the Inkasar movement. She has been grateful for the support coming from our Organization and has made sure to spread the word about all the good things we are doing for the benefit of the Palestinian people: the food provided by Israeli farmers, the medical assistance benevolently given by Israeli doctors to very ill or injured Palestinians, and the special visas that they have been given, enabling them to be treated and cared for in Israeli hospitals.
“Our Organization has been receiving extensive, daily reports detailing potential partners in Palestine, in addition to the more critical security reports which receive immediate attention. The first time I had heard about Jezabilah was during the summer of 2011. Her desire to come to our aid was highlighted above all the rest. Once her acceptance was approved, all that remained was the process of her initiation. As a follow-up on her file, I established a complete profile of everyone who was close to her.”
“You have been doing a great job, Yair. It’s an honor to be working with you,” mentioned Erez. He knew how much work was involved in the human resources department, and was by no means humble about the importance of his own work.
“Thank you, Erez, and believe me, just knowing that you are here in control of the IsraEyes surveillance and defense system gives me greater confidence in doing my work, especially when protecting such important individuals like Jezabilah.
“Erez, I have a meeting with some operatives who are working on important projects with some North American contacts. I’ll see you later, buddy.” As I walked out in the direction of Quad VI, Erez nodded and gave me a thumbs-up.
There was an escalation of assassinations on both sides of the political framework and the level of violence expanded accordingly. Since transporting large explosives across the Israeli border had become more and more difficult for Hamas and other Islamic extremists, these groups decided instead to begin a new campaign of terrorism based on old methods, which included drive-by shootings. It was a horrible situation whereby Hamas funded Israeli Arabs with extremist backgrounds who lived within Israel’s borders to fire multiple rounds of automatic gunfire into populated bus stops or congested pedestrian walkways as they sped across different routes. It was an awful time for Israeli citizens, and the realization that Israeli Arabs were behind some of these events was even more frightening. The level of frustration was beyond what anyone had ever undergone in all the years of living in the region. People who went to work in the morning actually wondered if they would see their family or friends at the end of the day.
Even though we had severed the routes for most of Hamas’ funneling of funds, they still took in millions in cash from the drug deals that their overseas agents made through their connections with the Taliban, as well as the Colombian and Mexican Cartels. In addition, many of their links to the supply chains of weapons being shipped from Hezbollah and Iran were exposed and cut off. Meanwhile, the Inkasar meetings Jezabilah had been holding were frequent and varied in their venues. The importance of secrecy and security were the essential elements to not being discovered. With the increased cyber support provided by the Organization, Inkasar operatives were now focusing on uncovering Hamas’ future plans.
In the USA and Europe, the waves of terrorism kept the authorities so busy that the traffic routes that were being run by the Cartels and Islamic Radicals who were delivering hard drugs into the USA and Europe went unguarded. This proved to be quite productive in bringing in a lot of cash to buy more arms and missiles. The Jihadist movement was nothing more than a front for making a few people rich enough to keep penthouses in Paris, London and Qatar where they could live elegantly in an atmosphere of opulence. The leaders enjoyed their elite status and never once thought about the underprivileged living in Palestine. Theirs was a life of luxury based on a mentality founded on power whose impetus revolved around greed and oppression. All they had to do was occasionally direct hate and blame at the Jewish State for the conditions in Palestine. Those who objected to their declarations usually did not see the light of
day again.
Chapter Five
Inkasar’s operatives met in a meat-cooler that belonged to a local butcher who served as an observer for their movement. Just outside, Inkasar plain-clothed security guards stood at specific stations looking out for possible infiltration by Hamas or Force 17 Policemen. Jezabilah was extremely cautious about her cover, as was every Inkasar operative. Getting arrested usually meant being tortured and then killed.
“Come on all, please be seated, we must begin!” called out Kareem, who had now become one of Jezabilah’s close aids and bodyguard. When all were settled in their place, Jezabilah headed towards the back of the cooler, turned and faced them. There were 13 men and 4 women in all, very eager to be part of the action that Inkasar was taking. These new Inkasar recruits had already undergone screening and qualifying prior to the meeting. This was a standard in all covert institutions in the free world, Inkasar included. Anyone who had signed on had taken an oath of allegiance to the movement and was aware of the rules and regulations for joining Inkasar.
“Good day to you all, and thank you for joining us. We have planned this moment for a long time and now you are all here to share the dream of a truly free Palestine. As you all know, the objectives are not simple, therefore clarifying the plans for implementation should be expedited as soon as possible. If any of you have questions, this is the time to raise them. I want to respond to any doubts or dilemmas any of you might have.”
They easily sensed the exuberance in Jezabilah’s emotionally-spirited opening, and showed expressions of anticipation.
“Jezabilah, what shall be the ramifications for our planned actions?” Kareem asked simply. He knew the general answer, but wanted to push the open forum forward. Everyone shifted excitedly, waiting to hear Jezabilah’s inspirational words. She had become a hero among the supporters of Inkasar; just about everyone had heard about a vigilant underground movement helmed by a courageous woman who wanted to bring stability and democratic rule for Palestine.
“We have been branded as traitors against the Palestinian people and the Jihadist movement. That was expected, of course. We have been declared an internal enemy whose actions are against all that is “correct” for any Muslim nation. However, as you all know and believe, our cause is clearly charted in the proper direction. We will surely have an easier time of it than the Americans did in cleaning up the havoc in Iraq, since we are rooted in this nation and know the cultural enigmas and idiosyncrasies. The foundation of Inkasar has been built upon the root of the word “breaking apart.” This is what our goal is: to break apart the evil mechanisms that have established a firm footing in our nation. Even if the average Palestinian might question our intentions, it is quite clear that eventually, once our group takes charge of the political arena in the territories, we will bring only good for all the parties involved. We do not need radical Islamists running flour lives within a dome built on unchecked brutality, harassment and murder.”
Jezabilah made sure to look at everyone as she spoke. She was pleased to see the warmth in their eyes and noted the flickers of optimism and goodness flitting across their faces. Keeping direct eye contact with everyone present was one of the special tools which she had mastered. She was quite proficient at using both verbal and silent nuances to emphasize her sincerity. These brave men and women needed a shot of confidence and an uplifting of their spirits at every opportunity. She did well to capitalize on her ability in recognizing their character. Her interpersonal communicative skills and special sensitivity for people made her a strong candidate as a leader for the now-expanding Inkasar movement. Yet with all the support from the people being inspired to join her, she was, she was constantly aware that anyone of these recruits could turn on her and the Inkasar Movement, whether from external pressure such as threats on their families, or simply because of a sick loyalty to anarchistic endeavors. She was ever cautious about who she accepted into the movement. All new recruits were followed and monitored for prolonged periods to ensure their integrity and loyalty. This monitoring was done with the help of the IsraEyes defense satellite.
“Sadly, there have been dozens of Inkasar members killed by Hamas after they have been exposed. Those responsible for their killings were later taken out by our Inkasar operatives, but nonetheless, the loss was deeply felt by everyone in the movement.
“I see that all is clear to you, so I shall close this meeting with a special blessing to you and yours for a bright successful future for all of Palestine and for all our supporters abroad. Thank you all, and God bless you.” They dispersed one by one leaving the butcher shop, each carrying a bag filled with the new protocols received at the meeting, camouflaged by packages of meat and poultry.
The following day began with a downpour, while the wind danced around the various homes, shops and buildings, whistling its stormy, melodic arias. The rain kept many people indoors for most of the morning. The usual signs of life on the street were displaced by a ballet of rainwater splashing against the ancient cobblestone pavement. Jezabilah had just gotten off the phone with the group coordinators to assess the previous day’s operations. She was quite pleased with the level of energy and drive displayed by all the supporters and operatives. Upon her request, Kareem transmitted the newly prepared encrypted schedules and lists which specified all the points of contact for all agents active in the Organization and Inkasar. Kareem made sure that the upgraded versions of the operation manuals were provided to everyone.
After Jezabilah made all of the relevant communications, a call came in on her cellular. The connection went through as soon as the password she entered started the unscrambling clearance and voice recognition parameters. “Hello Jezabilah.” She immediately recognized the voice. They had spoken many times ever since she had been approved by our Organization.
“Shalom, Uri, how are you on this wild, rainy day?” asked Jezabilah.
“I’m doing just fine, Jezabilah,” Uri responded in a comforting voice.
“I’m always glad to hear from you,” stated Jezabilah. “I am so pleased that you’re getting along; even with the way things are perking up around the borders. I have a good idea why you’re calling. I have heard all about the new weapons that have been transferred to Hamas and the Palestinian Authority and I’m quite aware of the seriousness of the matter. What can you tell me about the new guidelines you’ve received?” Jezabilah inquired calmly.
“We are ready to give you complete backup support for resolving the situation,” he answered.
“Our motivation level is on an ever-increasing curve, and we are in the process of implementing operations as we speak,” she stated proudly.
“It sounds like this is the big one for all of us,” he elaborated with his raspy voice. “Jezabilah, as always, you’re right in line with the current events,” he said with confidence. “All the information you have is corroborated and referenced. We already have a bead on the warehouses, tunnels and caves that are being used for the transfer and stockpiling of weapons. I think this is a fantastic opportunity for all of us. We are planning hits on eight of these storage locations. I just hope we do not have as many casualties as the last operation.”
She quickly summed up the conversation with Uri. Inkasar operatives were at their designated targets, just 500 yards from where Jezabilah was walking briskly down the street. “Uri, thanks for the confirmation call, but I must hang up,” she expressed with a tone of candid urgency. Clearly, in order to avoid hacking, there always had to be a limit on the length of any of our conversations.
“I know you’ll get the job done. The less vicious murderers we have in our midst, the better,” declared Uri, as he smiled, gazing at his monitors which pinpointed the specific targets that Jezabilah had referred to.
We had a very precise mapping for every Inkasar unit and knew which operatives had been behind the blasts. Uri could see the events on his satellite-based scan of the designated location. Suddenly,
as Jezabilah paced calmly along the sidewalk, there was an explosion behind her, down the road. One of the teens who were running away from the scene yelled at her hysterically, “Run, quickly! Are you crazy? Take cover! There might be other bombs in the area.” But she just kept on walking calmly in the opposite path of the smoke. She knew exactly where the next explosion was going to take place.
All over Palestine, people were talking about the revolutionary movement that was taking over. There was constant news about the organized assaults by Inkasar’s operatives who were widely spread over the West Bank and the Gaza Strip. By now, everyone knew about an extremely strong woman at the helm of the Inkasar movement who was brave enough to initiate a revolution against the tyrannical Islamic Jihadists and their devious supporters who were running the corrupt government.
There were dozens of well-defined missions going on. Jezabilah knew that the leaders of Hamas and the PA were tense and worried, and that was exactly the result that she had hoped for. One of the targets was a bookstore serving as a front for a weapons depot, weapons allocated specifically for the terrorist foundations run by the regime headed by Prime Minister Dachlawi. Another target was a grocery store whose storage rooms were full of loaded munitions rather than produce.
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