AbubakerA Story by Haim KadmanA short excerpt of my 10th book "An irretrievable step".On Monday morning when Bianca and Ray
were on their way to Rome, Abed Al Aazm met Rashid Abubaker Amina's replacement
in his office at the Egyptian embassy. He could not meet him earlier say at the
previous Friday, as he passed the weekend with his family in the resort town of
Sperlonga. 'Well how was your weekend?' He asked his
only aid now that Amina was on leave in Cairo. He would have given her up for
good, but he knew that he would be left with just one aide, with Abubaker. The
situation back home these days was very critical, and the intelligence organization
had to give a hand to the interior intelligence during these days of crisis. 'Not bad at all sir,' Abubaker replied
seeing in his mind's eye the blond w***e with whom he passed a very satisfying
night. 'What are your conclusions on our subject matter then?' 'It was a very easy task sir I couldn't
lose him, his somewhat swarthy features remind a Yemenite of Aden. He passed
the week days visiting the chamber of commerce and the ministry of interior
offices. 'Are you sure he didn't notice you?' 'No chance sir he seemed very busy with
his thoughts and whatever he'd to do, so as I've said it was a very easy task
to keep an eye on him.' 'You kept an eye on him on Friday
afternoon too, or has he left Rome on Saturday morning?' 'He boarded the Friday four pm train to
Florence sir, and you won't believe it he took that ride in the first class
wagon.' He doesn't lack means then… I'll have
to check if it isn't some organization that finances him, and I don't know how
I'll do it…? But maybe it's the Venetian Coptic community, which paves his way
and he already works for them? 'Listen Abubaker be at the train terminal
from noon on, and see if he comes back and keep a strict eye on him.' At about one thirty pm Abubaker called
his boss office, but before he was able to tell his boss the amazing news, his
boss scolded him sharply. 'I've told you not to call but to report
at my office!' Al Azam shouted on his aide angrily. He was sure that the phone
lines to the Egyptian embassy were controlled by the Italian internal
intelligence, what he did not know was the fact that his office was bugged. 'He got off the first class wagon with a
young pretty woman sir…' Abubaker informed his boss excitedly about an hour
later. 'They hailed a cab and drove to the hotel Alimandi Vaticano, I'd to hire
a cab too sir…' 'Don't worry Abubaker you did a fine job, and I'll cover your expenses.' © 2013 Haim Kadman |
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Added on August 3, 2013 Last Updated on August 3, 2013 Tags: rome, italy, embassy, intelligence, meeting, surveillance, reprot AuthorHaim KadmanPetach-Tikva, IsraelAboutProfile: A few words about myself: being a native of a small country whose waist is seventeen kilometers wide in a certain area; and in seven to eight hours drive one can cross its length, I was amaze.. more..Writing
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