The Osama Code, Aniruddha Banhatti [best books to read for women TXT] 📗

The Osama Code
By
ANIRUDDHA BANHATTI
 
After the death of Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda threatened destruction in Europe and the communication between George Clooney of CIA and M003 aka Kevin Addler of British Intelligence increased considerably. They had arrangements for sending dummy messages for Wikileaks. Nowadays all intelligence agencies are equipped with a system against Wikileaks, but Assange still doesn't know this.
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At two in the morning, hearing the special penetrating 'BEEP', Kevin Addler got up exposing nude Natasha by tossing off the quilt comforter, and smiled as he put on a robe and heard the imaginative swearing of woken up Natasha, who gathered the quilt comforter anew and slept making herself into a tighter ball. Slamming the bedroom door, he went to his bar. As he slid aside the shelf of single malts and pressed the button behind it, a vertical cupboard moved noiselessly and closed again after he had entered his secret booth through the opening, the single malt shelf moved into place concealing the button. The huge computer screen in the secret chamber was aglow. in the lower left corner as Kevin touched his thumb, a picture of camera lens appeared on the screen. He put his left eye in front of the lens. It was scanned and another camera lens appeared by its side. He put his right eye, opposite to it. It was also scanned and both cameras receded in the screen and the faint black and white image of George Clooney's face sharpened and became colored too. In the right bottom corner a button 'W' appeared Addler touched it to make it vanish and started talking with George. Now if anyone tapped their communication, they will hear a changed and authentic sounding but meaningless version of their conversation, and in their voices, too! This 'W' button was specially made for Wikileaks.
"It is now confirmed that Al Qaeda has really planted nuclear devices in UK as well as in US. This is a fully verified and corroborated fact.
"Oh! Locations?"
"No. Almost impossible to locate."
"And who's gonna detonate?"
"Don't know."
"And where are the devices for detonating those?"
"Nothing of this is known. One of our agents in Afganistan came across a dying operative of Al Qaeda in the desert. He saved him and brought him here. With the cutting edge brain extraction techniques we have here, we mapped his complete brain and got this information. Also four names turned up. Javed Ansari, Crystal Farine, Mohammad Dodi and Robert Coover!"
"Hmm. Two names are familiar. Javed Ansari and Mohammad Dodi. Both are suspected Europe operators of Al Qaeda. The needle of suspicion turned to them after the London Tube blasts. Both are still in England. But who are the other two?"
"Crystal Farine is the playmate of the year for 1998 in the Playboy magazine. She was 18 at that time. That means she must be 31 now. She was the favorite playmate of Osama. Robert Coover is a nihilistic author who makes sarcastic fun of American materialism in particular and the human culture and civilization in general, he is not very well known. But his story 'The Leper's Helix' and its Arabic translation was found with Osama. In the pornographic material found with Osama, Crystal Farine's photos and videos were the most numerous."
"Hmm. Now the picture is becoming a bit clearer."
"It appears that Osama has hidden the clues of where to find the nuclear detonators and the whereabouts of the planted nuclear bombs with these four people."
"Oh! He must have read 'Da Vinci Code' then!"
"Ha ha! The clues are unknown to the Al Qaeda operators as well as for us."
"Like a treasure hunt?"
"Exactly! Like a treasure hunt. We have to win this treasure hunt before them. And the treasure is destruction of the earth- or saving the earth! We are playing for the saving side."
"O.K. I'll immediately get to work."
"O.K."
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Kevin attached the holster of the revolver to his belt and putting his two fingers in, checked whether the toy Clooney had given him when he was in the US two months back. The toy developed by American Military Research was a chip 1 centimeter by 1 centimeter , 2-3 millimeters thick. He separated a round , stiff wire and a round, 2 millimeter diameter rubber disc from the chip and took those out with his fingers. He straightened the wire and as he put it behind his ear, it fit snugly and comfortably there. Then he put the rubber disc behind on e of his upper teeth and pressed slightly , and it stuck there firmly. Now the chip in the revolver pouch was his nano-mobile, the rubber disc was his blue tooth mike and the stiff wire behind his ear was his blue tooth earphone , enabling him to listen by means of bone conduction. This mobile was connectible to only four persons, of whom, George Clooney was one. Glancing once at the sound asleep Natasha, Kevin finished dressing and got out. Taking his car out of the garage, as he came out from the apartment parking, he found Ross, his assistant waiting, whom he had called there before some time from his flat. With Ross by his side, he drove on to an apartment named Cloud Nine in the rich, Kew Gardens area. When the security guard asked whom they wanted to meet, as he said 'Crystal Farine' he noticed that the security guard was startled a bit.
"Madame has left a few minutes back. She's not home", he said.
As Ross got down and flashed his ID of London Police, the guard quickly told them what had happened. About ten minutes before two persons had come in a taxicab and gone up to the 14th floor to meet Crystal. She had come down with them after a few minutes. Just before two minutes the three of them had gone away in Crystal's car. Yes, it was usual for Crystal to come and go at such odd hours. Yes, she and her friends often had parties that lasted whole nights and her going out was nothing unusual. Yes, still he had found something odd. Hmm. Maybe she was gesticulating to him through the glass while the car turned, maybe she was thumping the back windshield with her fists. Sure? No he wasn't sure, or else he himself would've called the cops. Hardly for a few seconds he had seen it and still he was not so sure that he was not imagining all this. Having parked the car, Kevin came to the interrogating Ross and both of them almost ran to the lift and thence to the 14th floor. Ross took out his 'Gadget Key-chain' out of his pocket and with the laser latch cutter opened the door of Crystal's flat within a minute. Thinking about GPS trackers, which nowadays everyone has installed on their cars, Kevin looked around and found Crystal's computer which was left 24/7 on like most of the Londoners. He sat in front of it and searched for and found easily the tracker software. Kevin and Ross knew the master password the software company had given to the London Police and putting it in, they opened the tracker window, which showed Google earth, and zooming successively they could see the green dot of Crystal's car moving on the Kew road. It slid and near Richmond park, turned to East Shean Road and near Row Hampton, took Kingston road and suddenly stopped moving near Richmond Golf Park. Ross called Richmond Park police station and giving them the description and precise position of Crystal's car, instructed them to stealthily surround the car from some distance apart and be ready for action if required. Checking a few things more , Kevin and Ross got down and telling the guard to arrange something about Crystal's broken latch flat, they took to Kew road in their car, turned to East Shean Road, via Kingston Road reached Richmond Park Golf Club and getting out, moved slowly along the Golf Club hedge and stealthily reached Crystal's Citroen car. There was no one in the car. Seeing their signal, the policemen surrounding the car came out and quickly reached the car. Checking the car for bombs with their equipment, drove it away to a safe place. They have kidnapped Crystal? - Kevin thought- seems almost impossible. This was not the modus operandi of Al Qaeda. They generally left small tasks like kidnapping etc. to smaller, local terror groups.
At last Crystal was discovered in the thick woods of Richmond park. Her hands and feet were tied. She was transported back to her flat. When she was slightly better and in a state to speak, what she told was this : Pretending to be reporters from Vogue, two of them had come in and immediately had overpowered her twisting her hand behind her back and under the threat of a gun, had taken her to thickly wooded part of Richmond park and asked her many many questions. In fact they had a list of questions with them. They spent a lot of time making sure that they are in an isolated place and there was nobody listening in. She tried to recall the questions as best as she could and Kevin took them down. What's your birthdate? Do you have e-mail account on Yahoo? G-mail? What's the secret question for restoring account? What's the answer? Who's your favorite author? John Updike, she had said. Favorite food ? - Chinese. Kevin started constructing a picture in his mind. Crystal Farine, playmate of the year-which year was this? 2011 but Chinese year? -year of the rabbit- favorite author- Updike- Rabbit Run, Rabbit Redux, all Rabbit series- playmate- bunny- oh!
And then Crystal said, "At last they exclaimed something in Arabic- something like ARNABUS or ARNAB or something."
ARNAB, Kevin thought, in Arabic, it means 'Rabbit'!
"Ross, let's hurry. We have very less time!" Kevin said, and they left Crystal's flat.
In the lift, Kevin touched the chip in the revolver-pouch with his finger. He heard the ring tone of the nano-mobile behind his ear through bone conduction. "Three" he whispered and the rubber disc voice dialed third of his four contacts and he could hear George Clooney's voice through bone conduction.
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"Instruct our people in Abbottabad to provide protection to Zarar Ahmed and his family. Don't let Pak police get their hands on him" Kevin spoke to himself which was transmitted to Clooney by the Bluetooth behind his white one.
"Oho!" George said.
"Also, make arrangements to fly me to Abbottabad. You also come and meet me there."
"Okay. Shall call you back as soon as arrangements are in place."
Kevin put his fingers in the pouch and switched off the nano-mobile.
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When they reached the flat, Natasha had already gone. Kevin and Ross went to the kitchen, freshened up a bit in the bathroom and came out with coffee mugs heated in the microwave. It was six-thirty in the morning.
"Zarar Ahmed?" Ross said, "That twelve year old boy? Whom Osama had given two pet rabbits?"
"Yes," Kevin said, "I am afraid that the terrorist may get to him before us."
That moment the nano-mobile rang in his ear and Clooney came on line.
"Today at one in the afternoon, from Heathrow airport to Islamabad, a charter plane will leave from hangar f-72. Pilot's name is Jay Leno, and you will call yourself Mr. Bean."
"Okay. Will you be joining me?"
"Ya, I'll be there. Our men