Joel C. Rosenberg
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All eyes are on the Middle East. Israel has successfully launched a first strike on Iran, taking out all of their nuclear sites and six of their nuclear warheads―and causing The Twelfth Imam to order a full-scale retaliation. U.S. President William Jackson threatens to support a U.N. Security Council resolution condemning the Jewish State for unprovoked and unwarranted acts of aggression.
Meanwhile, CIA operative David Shirazi has infiltrated the Iranian regime and intercepted information indicating that two Iranian nuclear warheads survived the attack and have been moved to a secure and undisclosed location. In danger not only from the ongoing missile strikes on Iran but also from the increasingly hostile and suspicious governments of multiple countries, David and his team are in a race against time to find the remaining nuclear warheads before disaster strikes.
stroller came around a corner. David screamed. So did Torres. Torres slammed on the brakes. He swerved back into the street, but it was too late. Not for the woman or her baby. By the grace of God, they were safe. But Torres plowed straight into a police cruiser that had just entered the intersection. There were two Syrian officers in the patrol car. Both looked stunned, but they immediately jumped out, guns drawn. “Get out!” one shouted at Torres. “Get out of the car! Now!” “We are
six missiles behind him. “I told those who would oppose us that this Caliphate would control half the world’s supply of oil and natural gas, as well as the Gulf and the shipping lanes through the Strait of Hormuz. I told our enemies that this Caliphate would have the world’s most powerful military, led by the hand of Allah. Furthermore, I told them that this Caliphate would be covered by a nuclear umbrella that would protect the people from all evil. At the time, the Islamic Republic of Iran had
the airport and sitting down with a cup of coffee to read her Scripture passages for the day. She had just started to pray about the verses in front of her when a wave of gasps and shock moved through the atmosphere at the United gate. People were suddenly standing and staring at the television monitors and shaking their heads. They were making phone calls and looking wide-eyed at one another. Marseille had not been sitting where she could see any of the TVs, but when she walked to the nearest
northwestern Iran and arcing over Syria and Jordan. The second screen showed the downward trajectory of the Shahabs descending toward Haifa and Dimona with terrifying speed, combined with the trajectory of the Arrows and Patriots racing upward to intercept their prey. “Mr. Ambassador,” Naphtali said, now far more formal than he had been earlier, “let me be crystal clear: if any of those Iranian missiles are carrying nuclear, chemical, or biological warheads, you’ll have the honor of being my
Ali couldn’t wait to hear what his mentor had to say. “Each of us was raised not simply as a good and faithful Muslim but as a devout and fervent Shiite,” Birjandi began. “What’s more, we were raised as Twelvers. We believed we were living in the last days. We believed the messiah was coming soon. We believed there were signs all around us indicating that the end of human history as we had known it was at hand, that a new kingdom was coming, and with it was coming judgment for the infidels and