TERROR BLOODLINE Series Book 1
CROSSFIRE Book #1
Terror Bloodline Series
Featuring Ex-CIA Agent, Jon Bradley
By Paul Rodricks
International fast-paced Action #Thriller
# Suspense #Adventure
#Crime #Mystery
Available now on AMAZON
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00XJZ8YT2
5-Star Review:
"The novel is multidimensional. There are several plot elements working simultaneously that the author handles with skill. The murder of his friend and the personal relationship between Jon and his lady friend, a rape victim, add depth to the novel. The story shifts between the current investigation and his previous, very dangerous, actions in Lebanon as a CIA operative."
Read here the Preview of the CHAPTER FOUR (continuation) from this Thriller,
CROSSFIRE
CHAPTER FOUR
BEIRUT, Lebanon - 1993
American Embassy
Salim Khalaf (his alias), a handsome Lebanese, about 5.7” curly-haired, dressed in a green polo-shirt and blue jeans, was already sitting at one of the tables before the American case officers reached there.
He appeared slightly apprehensive and tensed, watching them approach him, while intently observing the tall figure of Jonathan. But Robert’s friendly hug and Bradley’s open, warm disposition put him at ease, as they both shook hands like old friends.
“So, Thomas (Robert’s alias),” Salim spoke with the Lebanese Arabic accent, “is this Marc (Jonathan’s alias), who you said will be taking over from you? I hope he is as good as you are.”
“Not to worry, Salim. You’ll be alright. He will handle things right, just the way it’s between us now.”
Bradley had studied in-depth Salim’s personal biography appearing in his dossier, and Armstrong’s personal evaluation about his agent, including summaries of intelligence reports coming from this source.
“I assure you of that, Salim,” Jonathan said quickly, “And I can already see that we have got on to a good start.”
“I am glad to hear that, Marc” Salim was smiling, apparently his initial apprehensions cast aside.
“Now how about celebrating? Arak, Italian wine or Champagne, Salim?” Robert offered to lighten the environment.
“Why not Champagne, Thomas?” And you, Marc?”
“Champagne would be just fine.”
They carried on a small talk about the present political situation in Beirut while they had their drinks over the dinner course.
There was no serious discussion about their covert operation at this meeting, since they would meet again before Jon took control of the agent.
Salim was one of their important assets for he worked undercover for 'MOKAFAHA' and was able to access crucial intelligence from inside his Anti-Terrorism Unit and deliver information and communicate warnings on the activities of the warring factions of the PLF, Hamas, Hezbollah and the other Islamic-Jihadist groups operating in Lebanon.
He was a willing target for recruitment and had been cultivated over a period of two years by Robert. More than monetary benefits, Salim sought a better life for himself and his small family in the USA. The discreet arrangement being that over a period of time, the Embassy would provide the U.S.A. immigration papers for his family to leave first and he would join them later.
It was, however, agreed between them to maintain the existing locations of the two “dead drops” for their clandestine communication.
The next meeting of a more clandestine nature would be at the safe-house, and they set up a date for it.
Moments before they parted, Jonathan passed on a U.S.A. travel brochure over to Salim, quietly saying, “Compliments from Langley.”
Salim appeared cheerful, nodding his thanks, glanced at the picturesque booklet and transferred it to his trouser pocket. Afterward, he watched the two Americans leave the restaurant.
Over the next two years, besides cultivating one “walk-in” into a useful intelligence source, and a high profile “agent” from the Lebanese Christian Phalangists Political party, Bradley conducted and took part in covert field operations thwarting plots against the Embassy in Lebanon and even venturing into Damascus, to release western relief workers taken hostages by Syrian rebels.
To be continued...
Next: CHAPTER FOUR (continuation)