XII. Tiyl (missile)
A confiscated convertible tore down Tel Aviv streets towards the Mediterranean. The two passengers hoped to wash away their responsibilities and duties with the tide. Tomorrow there'd be pain, sabotage, lies. Today, sunshine, sand and annoying pop songs on the radio.
Desperate to find better entertainment, they stumbled upon an urgent news bulletin:
"Retaliatory Israeli air strike obliterates refugee camp in Rafah, South Gaza..."
Ziva choked on suddenly absent air. Ari pulled over, flipped the radio off and slammed the steering wheel.
"Eli, you mamzer."
Stuck between love and loyalty, sympathetic silence was her only salve for his burning grief.
