Mossad Director Eli David stood in the briefing room at Mossad Headquarters, Tel Aviv. He was surrounded by a few of his top officers in the large room. They would be the ones carrying out the mission He was briefing them on an arms dealer that needed to be caught, and fast.
The latest Intel suggested that 'Canon' was going to make a move next week. This move could possibly kill hundreds of Italians. Innocent ones.
He went over the plan again.
"We have decided the best way to deal with this is to send a small hit-team to take him out as soon as possible. Locating him and getting information will be tough, but we must beat the other agencies. They will only arrest him. They won't kill him. He deserves death."
A few people in the room nodded their heads in agreement. Somebody, however, did not agree with his plan.
"Why not just team up with an agency. We could get him faster." Said Officer Gahret, looking questioningly upon the director.
"That sounds an even better idea, Officer Gahret. Does anyone have any suggestions?" asked Director David.
"MI-5?" asked Hazak.
"Too afraid to get their hands dirty" said the Director.
"FBI," suggested Schoman (a liaison from the FBI)
"No teams already in place. Come on people, it can't be this hard. An agency that's willing to lie and has already got a team in Italy."
"CIA," said Refaili.
"Far too willing to lie," said Director David
"NCIS" everyone turned to the source of this suggestion. Ziva stood in the doorway, wearing her usual cameo pants and black tee.
"That is a good suggestion, Officer David," said Director David, "But do you think Director Vance would agree to it?"
"He owes me," said Ziva, "He will co-operate."
"Very well. You shall be leading the team that goes to Florence," he said, looking at her, "I am going to the telecommunications room to talk with Director Vance. Pack your bags, you fly out tomorrow."
With that, Director Vance walked out of the room. The other officers looked at her expectantly. At Mossad, Ziva was feared, revered, admired and listened to. She was their unofficial boss, and she was now in charge.
"Go home," said Ziva, "pack your bags and get some rest. We fly out at 0730 hours tomorrow."
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