My tenth bookA Story by Haim KadmanAn announcement plus a short excerpt of my 10th book.On September 28th after I've
edited my book 'An irretrievable step'; I've submitted it to Amazon Kindle and
on the 29th it has been approved and is alive and on sale. As far as I'm allowed to judge it's my
best espionage thriller, and I've enjoyed immensely writing it. The plot is spread over eighty five
chapters, and its words' count is 90896 words. To let you my dear colleagues to have one
more glimpse, here is an excerpt how it all
begun: 'Didn't you hear last night newscast?'
Lieutenant Barda asked him, watching him with a quizzical look; sitting beside
him at the base mess hall. 'No I haven't heard, seen or listened,
you can guess why…' 'Yeah I got your message.' Lieutenant
Barda answered him but he did not smile or thumped Seri's shoulder, in a show
off of male solidarity. 'A spy was caught in Damascus, one of
ours. He was the most important source of information we've ever had.' 'Oh really,' Seri muttered but had no
time to think of an answer, they were ordered by Major Farber to check their
platoons, and lead their men to the lectures hall. The afternoon hours were passed in a
platoon discussion on leadership, which every platoon commander had to conduct
following the base commander's morning lecture. That same night he had to pass as the
base officer on duty. He hardly sat awake on his chair in the officer of duty
office between rounds of checking the base guards every two hours. He listened
to the news and to the commentaries whenever he was back at the office about
the fate of that poor caught spy, and as an outcome of that sad piece of
information he hardly slept between checking rounds and was rather worried. He had to supervise the platoon's morning
training drill, but during the afternoon he was free to rest and prepare
himself for his next meeting with them. On his way to town he remembered with
sudden alarm that he had to call them and fix the place and time, but he forgot
all about it due to that piece of information about the agent that was caught
in Damascus no doubt. Thus he headed again to Eliot Café, and reached it at six
fifty three pm. He hoped they will miss him and he won't hear from them ever
again. But at seven pm sharp the same young man
the one named Gad, which he met at the first meeting at Eliot Café, has arrived
this time with a middle aged tall man. He stood up to welcome them but Gad
muttered 'let's go' and they went outside to a van that was waiting for them. They took him to a chirography expert, a
test that lasted some forty five minutes and then to a psychiatrist at the
other side of town, where he was tested with a psycho technical test that
lasted two hours. He had no idea what the results were, but the fact that they
ended up in a downtown restaurant, was the proof that he passed the tests
successfully. They ordered mixed grill and a bottle of
red wine, his favorite dish and the wine he used to drink to his utter
surprise. They seemed in good mood both his strange
companions; they were exchanging witty jokes, doing their best to free him from
the gloomy mood that his face radiated. When the meal was almost over the middle
aged man introduced himself as Samuel, turned to Seri and said: 'All you've to do now is sign the
contract; it's a seven year contract…' Seri was astounded a seven year
contract… He sat still watching Samuel's face unable to comment though he
wished to. 'It's a two year period of training and
five years service in an enemy country.' The talent scout added solemnly. The
fact that this impressive middle aged man was the organization's talent scout
was known to Seri only some time later, but although that stranger's
charismatic appearance, his impressive personality and persuading influence Seri
decided to reject their offer. 'I'm not going to sign that contract, I'm
sorry.' He declared decisively. 'Okay you've our phone number, if you'll
change your mind do let us know.' The talent scout said with a benevolent
smile. 'You may go now.' He added smiling still.
Well you can imagine why the talent scout
kept smiling while the protagonist didn't grasp yet the hint, which meant that
he's chosen and he is in whether he likes it or not. Haim Kadman September the 30th 2013 " all rights reserved. © 2013 Haim Kadman |
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Added on September 30, 2013 Last Updated on September 30, 2013 Tags: excerpt, literature, prose, novel, espionage, recruiting, talane scout 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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