Interdiction, W.Addison Gast [room on the broom read aloud .txt] 📗

Israeli jet. When two of the prisoners saw the star of David on the wing, they broke out in wild yelps at Raj.”You piece of Camel dung, you are going to get us all executed! They screamed. It was obvious that they knew that the reason they were going to Tel Aviv was that Raj Al Kayev had not volunteered to cooperate.
DJ ordered the guard to replace the darkened head hoods on all prisoners and for them to be quiet.
About this time, DJ saw Bernie get out of the escort vehicle in front of them and come back to the driver’s window. In a loud voice so that he made sure Raj heard every word, DJ said;
“Driver, roll down the window so I can talk to the Israeli officer.”
The sound of the window coming down was the only sound inside the white prisoner vehicle.
“Good afternoon Lieutenant Jacobs, I am Captain Maloof Shapiro of the Israeli Moussad and will sign for the prisoners.” Bernie was playing the part well. You could almost hear his heals click together as he saluted DJ.
“Captain, these prisoners have not eaten since breakfast today and have not had their prayer time. Can you provide these assurances that they will be fed and have a prayer carpet onboard?”
“Sorry Lt. but we do not have food or a galley on this aircraft. We will of course see that they are all fed upon arrival at their destination.”
Looking over Bernie’s shoulder two of the Israeli guards that were standing by the Moussad jet were looking over at the van and the escort. This could mess up the entire plan if they decided to come over and see just what was in that van and what was going on. DJ had to hurry.
“Then I can’t turn them over to you Captain. I’ll see that they have these requirements and then be back with them. Driver, take us to building 489 on the other side of the base.”
The van left the area and drove east for about eight minutes to a small area inside a security fence with two guards. They saw the van and opened the gate for both vehicles to enter. Once inside the area the van stopped by a building and the hooded prisoners were taken inside and sat at a long table. The hoods were then removed and their hand restraints removed. They were seated ten feet apart and not allowed to talk while they were fed. They were given fifteen minutes to eat and use the head. They were all then provided with a single prayer mat and given ten minutes to say their afternoon prayer. At the end of this exercise, they were loaded back into the van, hooded and as the driver turned onto the tarmac, the occupants of the van could tell from the sounds of aircraft taking on an off next to them that they were again driving alongside the runway of the airport. Only this time what they did not know was that they were going to a different area of the airport where a C-130 awaited .When the prisoners arrived at the aircraft Still Hooded, they were all lined up at the stairway to the jet.
“The paperwork is all in order Captain so it is your responsibility from here to Kabul. Said DJ
“Thank you Lt. The flight attendant will show you to your area. I will place the prisoners.” Replied Bernie in English with an Israeli accent this time.
Taking Raj by the shoulder Bernie said in a loud voice in Hebrew;”This one the Colonel wants in the area Alpha.by himself. Make sure he has the leg, waist and hand restraints secure. The others all go to area Charlie and the same” Having said these instructions, Raj Al Kayev was then literally picked up off his feet and shoved up the stair to the open cabin and then back to the rear of the aircraft to a small room. He was seated in a bucket type seat and tied to the restraints in the side of the aircraft. He would not be able to move more than a few inches in any direction much less stretch out. The others were brought onboard and taken past where Raj was restrained and into a cubical area that had six seats, enough for the prisoners and their guards. The C-130 taxied out to the duty runway and was airborne on its way to cruising altitude to Kabul when DJ came back to the prisoner area and pointed at the young terrorist that had cooperated with his team earlier. “That one—bring him to me in the other cabin instructed DJ. The head covers had been removed after the jet had left the area of the airport. No sense in letting one of the gomers look back at the airport parking area from the air and see the Israeli jet still sitting there. That would lose everything they had worked for. DJ wanted each of these bad guys to think they were on that Israeli jet.
DJ sat the young terrorist across from him and removed his hand restraints. He kept the seat restraint on him and secured to his belt. He was not going anyplace,….fast.
“Abu al Khayr, I need to tell you some important news before we start our discussion here. First of all, you have indicated that you were only a technician working for the Taliban in that location. If this is true and you cooperate with us, we will see that you are given safe journey to our prison in Guantanamo Bay Cuba. That location, I assure you is different than Abu Gahru outside Baghdad. You will be treated to three meals a day, your Quran and a prayer pad. You will also be permitted to walk freely around the facility with only leg restraints. You will be given a fair and honest trial and depending on that outcome, you may be returned to the country of your choice and your family. Those of you here on this aircraft that do not decide to cooperate, will be going on from Kabul to Tel Aviv with the Israelis. From there I don’t care or can’t control what happens to you.”
DJ sat back in the chair across from the prisoner and looked him straight in his eyes.
“Abu, I’m listening. Tell me what the name of the town in Texas is that you were sending communications about and when the mission is intended to take place.”
“I do not know the exact date of the incident Lt. but it is in the area around San Marcos, Texas by the college there.”
“What? What Incident will take place there? By who?”
Asked DJ
“Something to do with the river that flows from the Lake into the city is all I know. Believe me. There was very little discussion on that part of their mission. I did not have any direct contact with the operatives involved there this is just what I overheard from the other technicians.”
“Which of these other techs has that information Abu? Come on, you are doing well so far, tell me which of the other technicians had communications with the San Marcos operatives?”
“Munthar was usually in contact with the one contact we have there. An exchange student from Saudi Arabia. I don’t know any more than what I have told you, honest Lt.”
“Ok. Do us all a favor here. If, you and your pals start talking among yourselves, try to get a date for me on this
happening in Texas. You know all this cooperation will go well for you at your trial don’t you?”
“I know nothing of your governmental laws and customs but I will trust you Lt.”
This kid was scared shitless and was going to be a real asset
DJ called for Scorpion to take the prisoner over to one of the other seating areas, give him whatever he wants to drink or eat and continue talking to him about what he knows. DJ gave Scorp a quick list of the questions he needed answered if possible.
DJ returned to his seating area and turned on his lap top and contacted Danny back at head shed to fill him in on what he had learned so far. DJ asked how he could set up the lap top so that Dan and Penny would have a direct feed on the next set of interrogations DJ was about to conduct. With Raj Al Kayev
DJ set up the lap top on one of the seats across from where he was going to question his prisoner. He also focused the camera so that Arlington could watch the facial expressions of the prisoner. DJ then tested the set up and once it was adjusted properly, he called to have Raj brought to his area.
The prisoner came to the seating area where DJ was and as the guard changed his restraints so that he could be hooked to the aircraft bulkhead as well as the seat, DJ started the questioning.
“Raj, I was just trying to remember how many times I have told you this is your last chance to start talking to me. I think its been maybe three or four. Well, Raj, this is come to Jesus time for you, I guarantee you. I will not be around to save your sorry ass once you leave Kabul, so this is it. Before you answer, let me do some thinking for you. This might help. Number one, we are learning more every hour about your operation. Probably by this time tomorrow, we will know as much about it as you do.. We know about the San Marcos Texas target, the Los Angeles target, what part Goat, the engineer, Actor and Ali Baba play in the mission. We have a close track on the group being led by Badra and will probably pick them up very soon. So, Raj, your value is diminishing as you probably can guess. Now, on the other hand, you are not in a very good position to bargain for anything. You appear to be a pretty smart guy and can guess how long you will be sucking air after we turn you over in Kabul to the Moussad. That colonel --Nagel --? has a real hard on for you. Something about you pinning a kid to a door and torture I have never heard of before”. At this point, Raj’s eyes got big and round. He definitely was making comparisons in his mind.
DJ continued.
“So, when we get to Kabul and meet with the Justice Department snake charmers, we can tell them to go ahead and trade you for whatever and give you to the Moussad for more questioning, or we can tell them we are taking you to Gitmo for detention and further questioning. Actually, it would probably be faster come to think of it to just turn you over, tell Nagel what we need to know from you and let him use his methods to obtain that and then he can keep you. That presents a problem in the long run because usually, the prisoner doesn’t have much ability to think or talk anymore because of the drugs they use.”
“The name of the exchange student at the college in San Marcos Texas to start with Raj.?”
“I don’t know of any student or College in Texas.”
“Aw come on Raj, we know that Munthar has been sending communications to that operative from you on a weekly basis. Tell me their name.”
“Munthar is a week and mindless coward. He will never have the blessings of Allah.”
“Ok Raj. Sorry, but that is about all the time we have. I’m turning your ass over to colonel Nagel as soon as we land. No Department of Justice