Chapter 18 CHAPTER 16 THE TRANSFER OF IRAQ

There is nothing here.The pilot looked around.The Seahawk helicopter circled at an altitude of 1,000 feet, using search radar to conduct a detailed search of the sea.The search radar was sensitive enough to spot wreckage. It was designed to detect submarine periscopes but only found a wine bottle drifting at sea.The pair were also wearing low-light goggles that were supposed to spot the glare of jet fuel, but they saw nothing. It must have been hit so hard that there was nothing left.The co-pilot replied through the intercom. Unless it's the wrong place we're looking for.The pilot looked down at his tactical navigation system, and the bearing was correct; but the remaining fuel was less than an hour old, and it was time to consider returning to the USS Riverd.At this time, the Sharpford was also searching carefully in the search area, and the light beams from the searchlight had a dramatic effect in the darkness before dawn, as if it came from some plots in World War II movies.A Libyan Lavi light fighter was also circling around, trying to help, but presumably only helping more and more.

Is there any result?asked the Commander aboard the Riverd. No, nothing.Again, there is nothing below us that we can see.Only one hour of fuel left, please answer. One hour of fuel, received.The Riverd replied. Sir, the final target route is three|four|three, speed two|nine|○kilometers, and a descent speed of three thousand feet per minute.I don't understand why it's not on this course?An operational officer tapped the chart and said.The colonel took a sip of his coffee and shrugged.On the freeboard, fire rescue personnel are on standby, and two lifeguards have put on life jackets and are standing next to the motorboat with a group of sailors.Telescopes on the ship's lookout were looking for flashes of light, among other things, while sonar systems were listening for the high-frequency sounds of the plane's emergency detectors.The instruments are designed to take a beating, survive in seawater, and have batteries that last for days.Riverd's sonar system was sensitive enough to detect very small objects within a radius of thirty miles, and now they were just past the radar-predicted crash site.Neither the ship nor its crew had ever been engaged in a rescue like this, but that's what they were trained for, and every procedure had to be executed flawlessly, as the commander intended.

USS Sharpford, Sharpford, this is Valetta, please answer. The captain raised the microphone: Varetta, this is Riverd. Did you find anything?Please answer. No, Valetta.Our helicopters have scoured the area without finding anything.They had asked Malta for corrections on the plane's final speed and heading, but the plane disappeared from civilian radar after leaving range of the destroyer.On both ends of the intercom, there were sighs from both sides, who now knew this was nothing more than routine.The search will go on for a day, no more, no less, and then nothing will be found, and that's it.Telegrams have been sent to the aircraft manufacturers informing them that an aircraft has been lost at sea, and that agents of the missing Gulfstream will fly to Burne for maintenance records and other data concerning the aircraft; they certainly hope to be able to Get a clue, but probably find nothing, and the whole thing will be put in the unknown column of someone's ledger.However, the rescue operation still has to go on, and it is still a good training opportunity for the crew of Ruifude.

Maybe it was the smell that told her something was wrong.The airport is not far from here, it's still dark outside, the trucks are parked, and the doctors and nurses are sick from the long flight.The first thing they did when they arrived was to take Jane.Sister Baptiste sent them in, and only then could they actually get rid of their plastic suits.Maria brushed her short hair, took a deep breath, and looked around slowly, only to be surprised by what she saw.Moody saw she was confused, and led her inside before she could speak. That's when she smelled the smell, the familiar African scent she'd smelled hours before at the entrance to the monkey colony.This makes it impossible to associate this place with the clean Pasteur Institute in Paris.Maria looked around and realized that the markings on the wall were not in French.She has no way of knowing what's going on now, only the facts that confuse her and the ensuing questions that it's time to ask.A soldier appeared, took her by the arm and took her away, which was so incomprehensible that she said nothing.She just looked over the soldier's shoulder at a man in a green surgical gown, the look of concern on his face adding to her confusion.

What's this?who is she?asked the leader of the program. Their religion stipulated that they could not travel alone, in order to protect their chastity; otherwise I could not bring our patients here, Moody explained. she is still alive?He was not there when they arrived. Moody nodded.Yes, we might be able to keep her alive for another three, four days.he thinks. What about the other person? Moody dodged the question, saying: It's not my business. we can always have another No!That was barbaric, Moody objected, and blasphemy against God. Is there anything we plan that does not blaspheme God?the commander asked.Moody had obviously spent a lot of time in the wilds of the African bush, but it wasn't worth arguing with him about it.A patient infected with Ebola all over his body was exactly what they wanted.Go clean up, then go up and see her.

Moody went to the doctor's lounge on the second floor.The facilities here are actually more personal than their Western counterparts, as people here have higher standards of physical sobriety.He was a little surprised to find that the plastic protective suit he was wearing didn't have a single crack after this journey.He dumped the hazmat suit into a large plastic bin and went into the bathroom, where chemicals had been added to the hot water in the shower. He had barely noticed the smell. Here, he enjoyed five minutes of cleaning.During the flight, he had thought about whether he could return to cleanliness, but now, he asked this question again in his heart, only this time more quietly.He emerges from the bathroom, donning his brand new green uniform, in fact everything is brand new ready to go about his monotonous routine.A medical orderly had placed a new suit of clothes for him in the lounge; he dressed and went down the corridor.The commander, who was dressed similarly, was waiting for him, and they walked together to the treatment room.

Behind the closed and heavily guarded doors are four rooms, all run by the Iranian army.The doctors were all military doctors, and all the orderlies had been in the war.As expected, security measures are tight.Moody and the commanding officer had already cleared the security check on the first floor, and the guards at their posts pressed a button to open the airlock door and enter the isolation room.The doors swung open with a hiss of liquid, revealing a second mechanism, and they saw the fumes from the soldiers' cigarettes being sucked into safety.Great, the sealing system is working fine.

Jane.Sister Baptiste is in the last room on the right, with three medical orderlies.They had cut the clothes off her body, exposing the dying body.The soldiers were petrified by what they saw, and her condition was more horrific than any kind of battle wound.They cleaned her body quickly, and then, as their culture emphasizes, out of respect for women, they covered her body with clothes.The commander looked at the morphine drip and immediately reduced the drip by a third. We wanted to prolong her life as long as possible.he explained. the pain it caused her no way.He replied coldly.He wanted to blame Moody, but he held himself back.He's also a doctor, so he knows it's hard to be ruthless with his patients.He saw the elderly white woman unconscious from the morphine, breathing as slowly as he wished.The orderly hooked up the electrocardiogram, and he was amazed to find that her heart was beating very, very well, and her blood pressure was as expected, low.He ordered two units of blood to be transfused into her veins; the more blood the better.

The orderlies are well trained.They wrapped everything they brought in with the patient and put another bag over it.The orderly lifted the bundled bag outside the room and threw it into a natural gas incinerator, where its contents would be reduced to sterile ashes.The important topic here is to deal with the virus, and the patient is the source of their virus culture.Previously, a few milliliters of blood were drawn from such a victim for analysis, and when the patient died in due time, the body was either burned or sprayed and buried in a chemically treated ground.But not this time, he wants to control everything, and at the right time, when the number of viruses is the highest, he will grow more deadly and powerful viruses from them.He turned around.

How did she get the virus? She was treating the little boy at the time. that black boy?The commander stood in the corner and asked. Yes.Moody nodded. Did something go wrong with her? Not sure yet.I asked her when she was sane, and she said she never injected the boy, and nuns are always very careful with sharp objects.She is an experienced nurse.Moody answered mechanically.He was too tired to explain anything other than what he knew.She had previously worked with Ebola in Kikwit and elsewhere, where she also taught staff the entire nursing process. Is it airborne?the commander asked.Can't hold out much hope for that.

The Centers for Disease Control thinks it's Ebola.Subtype of Mainga virus.The disease is based on the name of a nurse who also contracted it through unknown sources. The words made the Commander look into Moody's eyes.Are you absolutely sure of what you say? I'm not sure of anything at the moment, and I've also interviewed the hospital staff, and all the injections that the little boy got were done by someone else, not Jane.Sister Baptiste.So yes, this could be an airborne case. This is a typical case with mixed blessings.Little is known about the Ebola virus, except that the disease is transmitted through blood and other bodily fluids, and even through sexual contact. These are almost theoretical conclusions, because there are almost no victims of Ebola virus. able to carry out such examinations and treatments.It was even believed that the Ebola virus could hardly survive and die quickly away from a living host, so it was hard to believe that the disease could be spread through the air like pneumonia or other diseases.Yet at the same time, every outbreak of the virus has produced an unexplained case.If this is the case, then the patient in front of them will be a carrier of a biochemical weapon, whose power is enough to shock the entire world. This possibility also means that they are literally betting on their own lives, and the slightest mistake may be fatal.The commander subconsciously looked up at the vents of the air conditioner.The design of this building has taken all possible accidents into consideration, and all the incoming air is clean. They are sucked into the room through the vents at the end of the 200-meter-long pipe.As for the air exhausted from the thermal virus laboratory, before leaving the building, it must pass through a separate pressurized plenum, where it is exposed to strong and powerful ultraviolet rays to completely kill the virus.The air filters are also soaked in chemicals. Carbolic acid is one of them to achieve the same purpose.Only air that has been treated in this way can be exhausted to the outside world.The filters are separated into three rows and need to be replaced every twelve hours, and the amount of those ultraviolet rays must be maintained at five times the usual work requirements, and someone is constantly monitoring.The air pressure around the lab is also deliberately kept low to avoid leaks, which gives the building an excellent rating for structural integrity.As for the rest, he thought, that's why they were all trained to wear hazmat suits so carefully and follow procedures so strictly. The Commander was also a physician, trained in Paris and London, but it had been many years since he had treated people.In the last ten years, he devoted himself to the study of molecular biology, especially the study of viruses.Although his knowledge of the virus is still limited, he knows it as well as anyone else.For example, he knew how to make them grow, and he had an ideal medium in front of him, a man who had been cast into some factory by fate because of a deadly virus.He never found out about her health, never talked to her, never saw her work and although Moody said she was an effective nurse, that's all in the past and she'll be in three days , die within four days at most, there is no need to like her.Of course, the longer she lives, the better, because the factory has to work, to use this human body as raw material to produce its products, to turn the best invention of Allah into the deadliest scourge to mankind. As for other matters, he had given instructions while Moody was in his bath.Sister Maria was taken to another wash area, where she showered alone, still wondering what the hell was going on and where was she?She was still so confused that she wasn't really afraid, and she still didn't understand anything.Like Moody, she had a long wash, and it did clear her head a bit as she considered the appropriate questions to ask.She's going to go to the doctor soon and ask what's going on; yes, that's what she's going to do, Maria thought as she dressed; she had a comfortable familiarity with hospital attire.She dressed and went outside, deciding to pray first, as that would be the best preparation for her search for news.So she knelt down, blessed herself, and began to pray without hearing the door open behind her. This soldier from the security forces is alive and well.He should have done it a few minutes ago, but invading a woman's privacy when she showers naked is abhorrent, and she has nowhere else to go.He was pleased to see her praying, her back turned to him, and she prayed with ease and skill.This is just right.A condemned criminal always has the opportunity to speak to Allah, and it is a grave sin to deny such an opportunity.The more opportunities like this the better, he thought, raising his 9mm automatic. Now she can speak to God more directly.He let go of the trigger, holstered the gun, and let the two orderlies outside clean up the mess.He'd killed before, he'd been in a firing squad against enemies of the state, and that was his job, and it was his job, though it was unpleasant at times.But this time he was convinced that he had given a soul to Allah.The good feeling about this operation made him feel incredible. Tony.Britannon has arrived on a TRW commercial jet.He has not yet decided whether to accept Lockheed.Martin's suggestion, and George.Wren was pleased that Winston's news was not good, because it at least showed that he was not aware of the inside information. I've said it before, Mr. President. I said it twice, Wren nodded, and let you say it when you were in charge of the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency and the Deputy Secretary of the Ministry of Industry. In fact, your name was selected by the National Reconnaissance Service, but they never told you. I have also heard of these.Britannon admitted.He is a short man, and judging from his aggressive personality, he obviously has a short man complex.Despite living on the West Coast for many years, he still speaks with a Manhattan Little Italian accent Even with his two degrees from MIT, it should have been easy to pick up a Cambridge accent because he likes to show he is what kind of person. So you're turning down these jobs because there's a whole lot of loathsome people over the river, eh? Too many old habits and not enough combat power.Shareholders would kill me in private if I did business like that.Ministry of Defense Bureaucrats So help me straighten it out.Jack suggested. can't do it. Come on, Brittanon, a man can do or not do anything.If you don't think you're up to it, well, let me know and you can go back to the West Bank. wait a minute Ren interrupted him again. No, you wait a minute.You have seen my speech on TV, I will not repeat it.I need to clear something up and need the right people to do it, if you don't, well I'll find someone tough enough to do it tough?Britannon almost left his seat, tough?Let me tell you, Mr. President, my dad started out selling fruit from a small truck on the corner of the street. I haven't even paid attention to this world!He paused for a while when Ryan laughed, and then continued after thinking about it.That's it.He spoke more calmly, in the tone of his company chairman. George.Winston said you were full of energy.We have barely had a decent secretary of defense in a decade.very good.I wish someone could tell me truthfully when I'm wrong, but I'm sure I read you right. What are you going to do? When I pick up the phone, I want to make a difference.I wondered if I had to send some lads into dangerous places, if they were well equipped, well trained, and effectively secured.I want people to be terrified of what we can do.That would make things easier for the State Department, the president explained. "When I was a kid in East Baltimore and saw a cop patrol the streets, I knew two things: one, trying to mess with the police is a bad idea, and two, when I need to When helping, I can trust him to help me. In other words, you want to have a force that can attack when and where we need it. Completely correct. We have fallen far behind.said Britannon cautiously. I want you to pick a good group of men, draw up a plan for a force structure that meets our needs, and then rebuild the Pentagon to implement it. How much time do I have? I'm giving you two weeks to work on the first part. not enough time. Don't tell me that.With so much to study and do, and with so many newspapers printed every day, I am amazed that the trees in this country haven't been cut down yet.Hell, I know what threats we're facing, remember?Those have often been my duties in the past.A month ago we were still at war, drinking the northwest wind because of lack of supplies.We got lucky last time, but I don't plan to rely on luck again in the future.I need you to clean up the bureaucracy so we can get the job done as we know it.In fact, I want to do everything before it happens.If we do well, no one will be crazy enough to fight us.The question is, are you going to take that responsibility, Dr. Brittanon? That would be bloody. My wife is a doctor.Ryan told him. A big part of the job is getting good intelligence.Britannon pointed out. I also know this.I've told the CIA to act.George should be fine at the Treasury Department, while I'm checking the list of judges to lead the Justice Department.I've said it all on TV, I'm putting together a team and I want you to join.I could do it on my own, but do you think anyone could do it better than the two of us working together?It's time for you to dedicate yourself, Brittanon.Ren leaned back in his chair, very satisfied with what he said. Britannon understood that there was no room for debate.When does it begin? Ryan looked at his watch.Is it okay tomorrow morning? It was just dawn when the maintenance team showed up.Although the presence of the Iranian Air Force has made the airport safer than most international airports, military guards have been deployed around the aircraft to keep troublemakers from approaching.The chief of the maintenance group recorded on his clipboard what he was supposed to accomplish, and the long list of procedures only made him curious.This type of aircraft has always been given special treatment, because the people who fly in it always believe that they are God's chosen people, or a higher state of being, which is not the case at all.He carried it out step by step, and there was no need to tell him to be extra cautious.The aircraft maintenance order stated that it was time to replace the two cockpit instruments. The two replacement items were prepared and placed in the manufacturer's box; the instruments needed to be calibrated after installation.The other two members of the maintenance team will refuel the aircraft and change the engine oil, while the remaining members will work in the cabin under the supervision of the team leader. As soon as they started work, a captain showed up with updated orders, which meant a change in mission.Sure enough, the seat was promptly replaced, and the Gulfstream IV was due to make another flight within hours.The officer didn't say where he was going to fly to, and the team leader didn't bother to ask, but just ordered the equipment technician to complete the task quickly.In a Gulfstream IV with standard instrumentation, this job is a breeze.A truck turned up with the seats that had been removed two days earlier, and the cleaning crew assisted in pushing the seats into place before the maintenance team got to work.The fourteen seats were quickly restored, and the plane was converted into a very comfortable mini-liner.The replacement seats had been dry cleaned in the hangar as usual, and the ashtrays had been emptied and scrubbed.Then the food delivery person brought the food needed for the kitchen. After a while, the plane was full of workers. They were in each other's way, and the chaos was so chaotic that they couldn't even work normally, but it was not the team leader's fault.Then the new crew showed up with their charts and flight plans.They found a mechanic half reclined in the driver's seat, half leaning on the cabin floor, performing his work on the digital engine instrumentation.The pilot never had patience with the technicians, he just stood there and stared; the technician didn't care what the pilots were thinking, he connected the last connector, twisted his body and climbed straight out, and started the test procedure To make sure it was running correctly, without even looking at the pilot.If he hadn't installed the electronics correctly, the pilot would have cursed at him.As soon as he left the place, the co-pilot took his place and went through the same testing procedure all over again. Five of them stood on the tarmac, looking very impatient. They stared at the white-painted jet plane with eagerness and solemnity.Technicians and other crew members are familiar with the names of these men because of their frequent appearances on television.All nodded to them and worked faster because not everything was done on time.After the seats were reinstalled, cleaning crews were called to the plane to do the cleaning.These dignitaries can't wait to board the plane and go straight to the back of the cabin to start negotiating issues.The crew also went to work, and the guards and the trucks could not evacuate the scene until the Gulfstream IV had taxied to the end of the runway. In Damascus, after the second wave of missions landed, they learned that their superiors ordered them to return to Tehran immediately.Despite the cussing from the crew, they did; they cut their ground stay to forty minutes before taking off again for a short flight back to Iran. A busy scene in the Palm Bowl, something going on.Traffic on encrypted channels used by top Iraqi generals spikes and drops to zero;Computers read a chip-controlled intercept system on Iraq's strategic radio in King Khalid Military City, Saudi Arabia.Encryption technology was once the preserve of rich countries, but with the advent of personal computers, highly advanced communication security equipment is now available to even backward countries Now Malaysia has codes that are almost as difficult to crack as Russia's, and thanks to the help of the Americans, Iraq did it too.The cipher system on the strategic radios is simpler and easier to crack, even if it required a Lobster computer flown to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia years ago.On the other hand, since the Palm Bowl is located in Kuwait and the funds are all provided by the local government, it should be reciprocated.If they want to be fair, they should know what the NSA is getting from this, but the NSA and military intelligence personnel are not trained in what is fair, they only know how to execute orders. Are they talking about their family?A USAF corporal asked himself aloud.This is very fresh.The Palm Bowl has installed a wiretapping network system in the past, and learned about the personal habits of many senior Iraqi generals, including some vulgar jokes.But this is the first time. Retreat, said the Master Chief next to him, it was an escape.Lieutenant!He yelled, something happened here. The lieutenant was doing other work.The radar installed at Kuwait International Airport at the beginning of the war is of extraordinary power. It operates for two purposes, one is to provide information to the aircraft tower personnel, and the other is to provide information to the Kuwaiti Air Force.It detects great distances and works well.As usual, a commercial aircraft was flying from Iran to Baghdad for the second time, on the exact same route and with the same radar transponder code.The distance between the two capitals is just four hundred miles, just enough for a commercial aircraft to climb to cruising altitude and use fuel efficiently and get on the edge of their radar range.There was also probably an E|Triple B Sentinel airborne early warning and control aircraft circling nearby, but it reported directly to King Khalid Military City instead of Palm Bowl.Shooting down people in the air according to the rules of the game is a matter of professional dignity in the eyes of these uniformed eccentrics at ground bases, most of whom are ex-USAF pilots.The lieutenant made a mental note of the message, and walked across the room to the soldiers. What's the matter, Master Chief?she asked. The Master Chief displayed some translated bits and pieces of dialogue on the computer screen, and tapped his finger on the screen to remind the Lieutenant of the number of times the dialogue occurred.Some of us are fleeing.After a while, a Kuwaiti major came quietly beside them.Ismail.Al-Sabah, who is slightly related to the royal family, educated at Dartmouth and popular with Americans, stayed behind enemy lines during the war to work with a resistance group, an elite group that collects information on Iraqi troop deployments and intelligence on the operation, which was then sent out on mobile phones that could cross the border into Saudi civilian networks and be untraceable by the Iraqis.To that end, the terror in Iraq cost him three close family members, and he learned a lot from those experiences, at least the hatred of Iraq.Now in his mid-thirties, he is calm, insightful, and seems to be growing wiser by the day.Sabah leaned over to scan the translation on the computer screen. how do you say?Can't they share weal and woe? Do you think so too?sir.Before the lieutenant could speak, the Master Chief asked first. To Iran?It might seem so, the American officer asked, but there's no point in doing that, is there?Major Sabah grimaced.Sending their air force to Iran also doesn't make sense, but the Iranians will keep the planes and let the pilots go home.You need to learn more about the local culture, Lieutenant. I've found that nothing here makes sense, and she doesn't say it. What else was found?Sabah asked the corporal. They were talking, there was a silence, then some more, then another silence.Now there are some communications going on that King Khalid Military City is still trying to track down. Surveillance radar detected a commercial plane flying from Mehrabad to Baghdad. oh?same as before?Sabah asked the American lieutenant. Yes, Major. anything else?Any message?The Master Chief was looking for answers. Major, the computer is processing, maybe thirty minutes. Sabah lit a cigarette.The Palm Bowl is technically a Kuwaiti institution, so smoking is allowed, which is a consolation to some but an offense to others. What's your opinion?he asked, now that he had his own opinion. As you said, sir.They are running away.The Master Chief replied. Major Sabah stopped thinking.In hours or days, Iraq will lose its government, and Iran will help it through this period of anarchy. Not good.The corporal took a breath. This brings to mind the word catastrophe.Sabah commented cautiously. According to Bedian's watch, the Gulfstream IV jet landed in smooth air after a 65-minute flight from Tehran.As punctual as a Swiss airliner.OK, that's exactly what he was hoping for.As soon as the plane came to a stop, the doors were opened and lowered, and the five passengers disembarked, greeted with an artificially contrived courtesy, and they responded in kind.A Mercedes convoy escorted them immediately and silently to the royal residence in the city centre, where, of course, they would die if things went wrong.As soon as their convoy stopped, two generals walked towards the plane from the special gate with their wives, children and a bodyguard.They boarded the Gulfstream IV swiftly, the co-pilot closed the door, and the engines started; all in less than ten minutes, according to Bedurne's Seiko watch.The plane flew back to Mehrabad International Airport at the same speed.For the control tower personnel, this matter is so obvious that it is difficult not to notice it.Beidean understands that this is the existing security problem. You really can't keep some things secret, at least not in today's situation.It would be better to fly the generals like normal people on commercial planes, but there are no regular flights between the two countries, and the generals don't want to be treated like civilians.So the tower crew knew that a special flight had come and gone under unusual circumstances, and so did the air station crews who were asked to curry favor with the generals.The issue of secrecy may not be important for this flight, but it may be relevant for the next one. Perhaps this matter is not very important in the grand conspiracy, but it has violated Ali.Bedian's career demands that under normal circumstances, everything he does is kept secret.He shrugged and walked back to the terminal.No, never mind, his actions have earned the gratitude of a powerful man in a great power. same plane.Goodness, it didn't stay on the ground for long.With a little effort, that particular aircraft's radio communications had been isolated and rang through the headset of an Army Professional Six, who was a language specialist.Although the common language of international aviation is English, the conversation on this plane is Persian (the official language of Iran).It may have been for safety, but the signature of that plane was more apparent on radar and radio direction finders.Other than that, the conversation was pretty normal, but the plane wasn't on the ground long enough to refuel, which means the whole thing was pre-planned.An airborne early warning and control aircraft was also tracking the plane on the edge of the northwest corner above the Persian Gulf.Interestingly, under the guidance of the Palm Bowl, the E｜3B Sentinel AWACS was eager to try and left its normal cruising position under the escort of four Saudi F｜Fifteen Eagle fighter jets.The electronic intelligence forces in Iran and Iraq will notice this and know that there are people who are interested in what happened and want to know why because they don't know.This game is very engaging, neither player in the game knows everything they want to know, and both think that the other party actually exists in this game at this time. There are three parties who know a lot. . The language used on the Gulfstream IV is Arabic.The two generals were talking quietly and nervously behind, the sound of the conversation was drowned out by the sound of the engine.Their wives just sat, still on edge, while their children read or napped.The hardest part was the bodyguards, who knew that if they screwed up in Iran, they would die.A bodyguard was sitting in the middle of the cabin, and found that his seat was wet, something sticky and red?Annoyed, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then took a towel and wiped the seat clean.After putting the towel back in the bathroom, he went back to his seat and looked down at the mountain peak outside the window, wondering if he would still be alive to see the sunrise tomorrow, unexpectedly his actions just now left him with only 20 hours to live . There, the Master Chief said, those two were the deputy commander of the Iraqi Air Force and the commander of the Second Corps of the Iraqi Army and their families.he added.It takes more than two hours to decipher these intercepted signals. Are these people victims?asked the U.S. Air Force lieutenant. 差不多，薩巴赫少校點頭同意，在這架飛機著陸後，我們需要再尋找另一架不久便從梅赫拉巴德起飛的飛機。 飛往何處，長官？ 噢，中尉，這正是問題所在，不是嗎？ Sudan.那位士官長認為。他已經在國內待了兩年，這是他第二次來到棕櫚碗。 這點我不敢跟你打賭，士官長，薩巴赫眨了一下眼睛說道，我們將透過那些離開巴格達的航班周期來確定。儘管他以上級的口吻點出有某些不尋常的事正在醞釀，但直到此刻，他仍然無法對這整個事件下定論。 二十分鐘之後，一份初步報告從哈立德國王軍事城傳往馬里蘭州的米德堡，當監視中心收到它時，剛好過了午夜。從國家安全局透過光纖電纜，它被分送到維吉尼亞州的蘭格利，進入中央情報局的通信監視設備水星系統，然後到達樓上的中央情報局行動中心。每一次移交的訊息都是未經處理的，有時會有些當地的評估，但不常有，如果有的話，也都是放在報告的最後面，因此負責多方面監視的國家情報官便得以做出他們自己的評估，然而事實上，他們也只不過是在複製他人的工作成果而已。 在中央情報局負責監視的國家情報官是班．古德烈，一個在情報理事會中升遷很快的人。最近他則獲頒國家情報官的名牌，以及糟糕透頂的值班表因為他資歷太淺。和往常一樣，當他在向地區問題專家請教時，展現了自己的優異，他迅速地看完印表紙上的內容，然後拆下幾頁遞過去。 It's over.地區問題專家在看到倒數第三頁時說道。這並不出人意料，但仍然令人不快。 只是懷疑？ 小伙子，這個地區問題專家已經為他的上司服務了二十年他們不是去德黑蘭逛街的。 是為了做國家特別情報評估嗎？古德烈問道，這是一份對非常形勢有重大價值的重要官方文件。 我想也是，伊拉克政府即將垮台。這並不令人感到特別驚訝。 三天之內？ 如果情勢激化的話。 古德烈站起來。好吧，讓我們來起草這份文件。