Chapter 2
He woke up at eight in the morning. He was already used to the wide view out of the window. Outside it was snowing. It was a typical November in Washington DC. He moved here about three months ago because of his job. Three months ago Al Quaeda informed Dr. Ari Haswari that they needed someone on America, East coast. He accepted and moved to Washington, a city he had visited in his past and he remembered. He still liked the idea that he was acting right under Gibbs' nose and that special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs still believed him dead after he faked his death seven years ago. His girlfriend Theresa was one of the few, who knew his real identity. For most people of the DC underground he was just a member of Al Quaeda. He lived under the wrong name René Saurel. Actually it is funny, he thought. Ziva helped me to fake my passport seven years ago and the name she used was René Saurel. Nobody ever got suspicious about that name. He fluently spoke French, as well as Hebrew, his native language, English, because he had studied in Great Britain, Arabic, because he worked for an Islamist terror organization with most people Arabic, Spanish and German. Most practice he now had in German because his girlfriend was native German and they often spoke Hebrew or German together so that they could improve their foreign languages. He looked down to the white city. He thought about his past seven years. He managed to fake his death for everyone. Mossad declared him dead after an also faked autopsy and even his own sister Ziva believed him dead after she shot him herself. She did not know that the man she shot was somebody else, anyone Ari had hired.
'Come back to bed', his girlfriend said. Ari hadn't noticed her waking up. He turned around and walked back to bed. They kissed. 'Any plans for today?', he asked her. 'I have to meet John at one pm. I have time and I want to sleep.' He just kissed her again and she closed her eyes again. Ari looked at her. He was forty-two years old now and he knew that one day he would really get shot because he was far too old for his job as Al Quaeda member and their contract killer. He did a lot of jobs for them in and around Washington. He looked at her girlfriend. Her name was Theresa Riddle. At least he hoped that this was true. She was pretty, blonde, had black eyes and she was younger. She was just twenty years old as far as she did not lie. He did not know. He was trained by Mossad to detect lies and to lie perfectly. She had been trained by MI5 before she had changed sides.
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'You wanted talk to me, director?' 'Since when are you so formal? You are never like that when you complain about anything.' 'I do not complain right now, Leon', special agent Gibbs said. Vance did not smile. He never did. 'Let us sit down', Vance proposed and went to the big table and sat down on one chair. With hesitation Gibbs followed him. 'What do you want', he asked. 'Why are you in such a hurry. You have no case right now?' Gibbs did not reply. 'We still have to wait for someone', Vance answered the unasked question.
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'McGee, how do I get this off my screen', Tony asked and looked confused on his computer screen. McGee walked over. 'I don't know', he said and typed into Tony's computer. 'It's a virus', he said. 'Yeah, that's what I already knew before. Can you delete it?' 'I don't know. Can you please get up so I can deal with the problem?', McGee asked and wanted to sit down on Tony's chair but Tony did not want to get up. They started to push each other from and to the chair. Ziva looked up from her desk but didn't say anything. Smilingly she took a piece of paper and formed it to a plane. She threw it to the two men who were arguing about the chair. 'Excuse me, where's Gibbs', a voice suddenly said. All three agents looked up. 'Agent Fornell', Tony said surprised. 'Yes, I do know my name', the FBI agent replied. 'He is up at the director', Ziva answered and pointed upstairs. 'Thanks', Fornell said and walked up the stairway. 'What do you think they're talking about', Ziva asked. 'I don't know', Tony said and wasn't carful enough this time so a second later McGee already sat on his chair to fight the computer virus.
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'Tobias, what makes you come here?', Gibbs was very surprised when FBI-agent Fornell entered Vance's office. 'Something that important and top secret that I should actually not tell you about', Fornell said and sat down at the table. He put out a file with the stamp 'Top secret' on it. The opened it and skipped the page with the warnings telling him that this file should be stored somewhere safe and should never get into wrong hands. He pulled out a photo and put it in front of Gibbs. 'I'm not going to ask you if you know this man', he said looking at Gibbs. Gibbs looked at Vance who said nothing. 'I shut the case seven years ago. He's dead', Gibbs said. 'That is exactly what we thought, too', Fornell said. He put a second photo in front of Gibbs. 'This one was taken one week ago. It is here in Washington. We're already observing him.'
'Why do you tell me?'
'I know why he is here. He is a member of Al Quaeda and he is their man in DC. He makes low qualified killings for them. Nothing spectacular. But I don't feel well seeing him here around. He still might have the plan to harm you.'
'After seven years?'
'He does not forgive. That is what I found out seven years ago when…I had hired him. And I know Jethro, but he didn't just trick me, also FBI, CIA, Mossad, Hamas, obviously his own sister Ziva and you.
But now he's back.'