Dead end

An excerpt of my 15th thriller A pre-emptive strike, published this very morning as an ebook with Amazon.com.

Dead end

A pre-emptive strike

An excerpt

The van reached Ankara and stopped not far from their apartment.

'Do you hold both your passports in your handbag?'

'Yes I'm carrying our passports and our flight tickets.' Firat answered and reminded the service team leader that arrested them, what he forgot to ask.

'Fine give your wife your apartment keys then, she's getting off here. Your luggage will brought to your apartment in a short while Mdm. Firat.'

'Aren't we…?' Belar stammered with alarm and hesitation, she did not want to leave her husband.

'Oh he'll be back with you very soon, don't worry Mdm. Firat. The talkative service man promised her. She kissed Firat, got off and off they were on the move again.

They drove on leaving Ankara behind them, turned eastward and reached the town of Almadag. The van stopped in front of Almadag police station, and Firat was led to one of the interrogation rooms. To his surprise his unit leader was sitting in wait for him.

''I was asked to give you our service head's regards.' He opened up as soon as they were alone and Firat sat facing him.

'Give me your passports and your flight tickets first of all.'

'May I ask you sir what's it all about?' Firat asked him with a shaky voice, while handing him the documents and tickets that he and his wife had during the last two weeks.

'You'll have a certain visitor to night, and he will explain everything to you, meanwhile you'll be kept in one of the cells in this station under bearable conditions.' His unit leader called the police guards, and left without waiting to see FIrat being taken to his cell.

Firat was locked in a cell with a comfortable bed, a desk plus a chair, a toilet and even a shower. It must be a cell intended to lock notables in it, he concluded and read the paper, which were spread on the desk; as there was nothing else he could do of course, but realized that papers left on his desk were printed last week.

At midnight a police guard woke him up and took him to the interrogation room. His supposedly interrogator was Olgun disguised again like a kind of a bohemian with a beard and glasses.

So the operation has not been interrupted. Firat thought encouraged while greeting his big boss.

'Have you enjoyed your stay in Irbil Metin?' Olgun asked him with a smile, and addressing him in his first name flattered Firat immensely.

'Yes Your Excellency but no one came to meet me, and no one called me while I was there.'

'Well you were not supposed to meet any one Metin. We'd to be sure that you won't be tempted to leave the hotel's premises.

'I see sir but how long am I going to be detained here?' Metin asked without referring to what was revealed to him. After all he reached that same conclusion near the end of the second week that he spent with wife in that hotel in Irbil.

'You'll be accused in treason for being sent to get in touch with ISIS, as a representative of IHH.' Olgun coughed slightly waiting for Firat's reaction, but his subordinate kept his mouth shut with a pale face.

'You'll be pardoned by the internal security service, due to your guilt admission and cooperation.'

'And what are the details of my cooperation Your Excellency, if I may ask please?'

'You'll have to testify in the Ankara court of justice that your friend and IHH senior member Byan Yasin sent you by the direct order of Hossein Oruc, and IHH general manger Fehmi Bulent Yildirim to Mosul in the Kurdish autonomy, to reach an agreement of mutual interests between IHH and ISIS.' Olgun waited a second to let Firat have his say or express his rejections.

'He was and is my best friend sir, I know him since our childhood in Irbil…'

'I don't have to remind you Metin that there're enough methods and techniques to make you testify against that friend of yours; and thus instead of having visits of your wife several times a week till this operation will be over and done with, you'll be charged with treason and jailed for the rest of your life.' 

A short and tensed silence fell suddenly, as Firat was thinking on the only two options he could have.

© Haim Kadman September 2014 �" all rights reserved.