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28. Vincit Omnia
Veritas

"We must use time wisely and forever realize that the time
is always ripe to do right."
– Nelson Mandela

Moscow, Russia; Langley, Virginia,
USA; and Jerusalem, Israel

The Federal Security Services
had
successfully maintained a total blackout on the subject of the
disaster at a bio-weapons research and development lab years
earlier. Learning who was behind the bombing of the lab, and theft
of two bio agents remained one of the highest priorities of the
FSB.

With almost nothing to go on initially, the
intervening time brought to light a great deal of information as to
the who, why, and how. The accidental unleashing of one of the bio
agents in an apartment building in Los Angeles blew the lid off the
incident throughout the international intelligence communities. The
strain was identified and traced back to the former Soviet Union.
Russia's feet were being held to the fire.

The head of the Federal Security Services -
the intelligence service of the Russian Federation - had to be a
diplomat, a natural politician, and master spy - sometimes
simultaneously. Now was that time if ever there was, as he spoke
with his counterparts in the CIA and Mossad on the phone.

"I have sent by diplomatic pouch additional
relevant information to our embassies in Washington and Tel Aviv,
to be conveyed to your president and prime minister. Let me assure
you gentlemen we are sharing everything we have on the biological
agents, the theft, and the group we believe has the altered
strains."

"Mikhail, forgive me if I'm not fully
confident in your understanding of
sharing
. You said all
relevant
information. I should think in this matter there
would be no information that is
irrelevant
." Sitting in his
office in Jerusalem, Isser Shiloah could picture Mikhail
squirming.

"Isser, we have been totally forthcoming and
transparent."

"Mikhail, we
all
know that simply
isn't true." Isser curtly responded.

"Gentlemen, we've been at this a while now, I
suggest we take a break and then talk again in an hour." Tim
Willard, the CIA head, realized that the conversation would
deteriorate quickly if this downward course were pursued much
longer.

"Nyet Tim, my day is booked solid. We
continue."

"Agreed." Isser interjected. "From what we
have discussed, earlier verified by my own people in the field, the
State of Israel is the main target with Jewish populations around
the world as a secondary target. I see no point in delaying another
minute, let alone another hour, when this could have been dealt
with years ago had our Russian
friends
come clean at the
time."

The last comment hung in the air for a brief
moment before Tim stepped in to try and control the direction of
the conversation, "Mikhail, you are certain that there were three
canisters each, for the two bio agents?"

"Da, we are certain. The other canisters were
already transported to, and inventoried in, the new lab. Six
canisters remained to be transported in specially-equipped armored
bio transport vehicles with a military escort along with the usual
precautions."

"You are certain that the perpetrators of the
heist were Separatists?"

"Da, we are certain. We also know that they
were working with two men from the Middle East who surreptitiously
received funding from Iran and a wealthy family member. Aside from
funding they are operating independently,
off the books
as
it were. We have shared all of this information with you already.
Our FSB agents have identified over 20 sleeper cells comprised of
between twenty to forty hostiles in each cell. Most are working in
pairs as married couples but also many individuals in various
countries going to university or as tourists."

"There
must
be more cells, many more."
Isser cut in, his tone one of undisguised exasperation. He would
know better, the Mossad identified sixty eight internationally,
plus an additional eight within Israel's borders alone. The latter
had a total of 73 hostiles, each armed with both biological
weapons.

"We will need a S.W.A.T. type of rapid
response, coordinated in each targeted country, to take the
hostiles at the same time around the world." Tim addressed the plan
the CIA formulated. "Isser, we discussed earlier that you would
handle the job of coordinating with friendly Middle Eastern
countries. I will coordinate North, Central and South America.
Mikhail, the FSB is on board with Asia and Europe?"

"Da, our agents have already taken up
locations in all cities throughout Eurasia with a high enough
Jewish population to predict an attack. The Chinese government has
been most supportive. For their part, the South Koreans are also in
a state of readiness."

"A concern I'm sure we all feel," Isser
spoke, almost in a
thinking aloud
tone, "is that massive
deployment, no matter how carefully and secretly maintained, will
alert the terrorist. Something this large can't be kept quietly
hidden very long."

"Agreed." Tim confirmed. "Our target date
should be no later than two weeks from today."

"As soon as your diplomatic pouch reaches
your embassy in Tel Aviv, a helicopter will immediately air lift it
to me here, in our
capital
of Jerusalem. I'll contact you,
Mikhail, should I require any clarification." Isser made this
verbal jab as a reminder to these two allies of Israel that all of
these decades later neither the United States nor the Russian
Federation recognized Jerusalem as the capitol of the State of
Israel.

These were the two countries that – when they
eventually learned of Hitler's concentration camps – had the power
to end the suffering, but refused to bomb the train tracks which
daily transported Jews to their deaths. None of the allied forces
bombed the tracks, a simple measure that could have put an end to
the Holocaust. Who cared about Jews, homosexuals, Jehovah's
Witnesses, the Roma, Freemasons, and other groups that Hitler saw
as enemies and dilutors of the Aryan People? Isser never forgot
this lesson of history. Israel must forever remain strong; the
Jewish people otherwise had no true friend in the world that would
come to their defense in a future Holocaust.

"I believe there is nothing left for today.
Until the next, gentlemen." Tim concluded the conversation.

"Agreed. Dasvedanya."

"Shalom."

Isser sat at his desk several minutes after
the conversation, considering options. No foreign government would
be told about
The Project
, not even these two allies of
Israel.

Isser placed great faith in
The
Project
but he wasn't paid to have faith, he was paid to
protect Israel from enemies outside her borders. He prayed God that
Stauffenberg would be successful in the upcoming
landing
,
yet felt it best to also work with the CIA and FSB should it not
prove a success. Even were he one hundred percent positive that it
would be successful, he still had to fully go through the motions
of working with the United States and Russia, so as to not alert
them to the fact that Israel had a very different operation
underway.

A motto Isser lived by, "Vincit Omnia
Veritas," was engraved on the simple frame encasing a map of the
State of Israel mounted on the wall behind his desk. "Truth
Overcomes All" was overall correct but
truth
was to be
applied judiciously in his profession. If the day should ever arise
that other countries were to be informed of
The Project
,
that day most certainly wasn't today.

"Director Shiloah, Doctors Levin and
Mendlesøn have arrived." The monitor lit with the face of Isser's
assistant filling the top-left quadrant. "Shall I send them
in?"

"Yes, thank you. For the next hour we are not
to be interrupted."

~ ~ ~

"Moshe, Itzhach, please, please come in. Make
yourselves comfortable."

Since the death of General Ashkelon it
appeared as if Moshe had added ten years to his appearance. Isser
realized that this entire affair was aging all of them more rapidly
than what nature intended.

It seemed that no sooner was one crisis
averted than another asserted itself into his life, with no time to
catch his breath between. This wasn't the life Moshe wanted. He
desired to be a research scientist only. Isser wondered if during
his youth Moshe could have seen the future, he might have taken a
different career path. Isser's assistant brought in a pot of coffee
and mugs, followed by a pitcher of ice water and frosted glasses,
each with a lemon wedge on the side. Waiting for him to retreat,
Isser started once the door was closed.

"I understand the Einstein-Rosen Bridge has
been further perfected, allowing the artificial wormhole to place a
landing
with precise latitude-longitude coordinates. I
further understand that before this we could only
land
a
person to within about three meters of the desired geographical
target. Is this correct?"

"Nachon, Isser, correct. The wormhole is
calibrated, as before, to not open into a solid object or body of
water deeper than a rain puddle. The precise lat-long coordinates
that have been integrated into the devices on both ends will shift
to the nearest open space should it otherwise have opened into a
solid object in the other space-time. This doesn't in the slightest
way affect our ability to
land
an object or person in the
past at the precise moment desired, allowing for the time required
for the Einstein-Rosen bridge to open and the Quantum Tunneling to
be executed." Moshe took the lead in their report, then turned to
Itzhach to continue.

"We still face the problem of how to
land
somebody, or something, unobserved - though the
experiment with the tree at the kibbutz indicates this is not
likely a concern. We think; nonetheless, it's wise to cross all of
our t's and dot all of our i's." Itzhach picked up the thread of
conversation. "In the case of the time incursion with Stauffenberg,
we
landed
him in the woods a distance from known areas of
fighting and habitation to avoid detection. The history and land
property deeds for the area were well-documented, allowing us to
insert him undetected based on good research and a little measure
of dumb luck."

Itzhach continued, "Residential areas of
Persia and Egypt of the early 1930s are not as well documented,
with most land deeds and transactions being handed down from
generation to generation without governmental documentation – for
the most part – in any central storage. We could
land
Jeff
well outside of any town or farm area but this would require
additional travel on his part to complete his missions. That adds
unknown variables which could, potentially, compromise him and his
mission."

Isser considered this before asking, "What
would you suggest to minimize the risks of detection during the
insertions?"

Itzhach looked to his superior, Moshe, who
nodded back to him, so he offered their response. "We have
perfected the device Jeff will have on his end of the wormhole.
Before there were several seconds required for power-up and
recalibration to return to our space-time. Now it is in an
always-on state, with a near inexhaustible micro-nuclear power
source. Power-up time is no longer a factor in the equation. We
have additionally been able to pre-program alternate
landing
spots. This means that should Dr. Stauffenberg
land
in one
place, find it unacceptable for any reason, pushing a virtual
button will instantaneously open a new wormhole to transport him to
the next destination, up to five alternate destinations within a
four kilometer radius of the primary geo-target. Or, should he
choose, he could return to current space-time when he selects the
virtual 'home' button."

"What if the device on the
landing
end
falls into somebody else's hands?" Isser was sure they would have
covered this possibility, but he had to ask.

"That was one of our first considerations."
Moshe took this one, "The device is programmed to respond only to
Dr. Stauffenberg's DNA coupled with the presence of his
neuron-electric signals. In other words, even with his DNA present,
if the unique
blueprint
of the nerves in either of his hands
isn't present, the device won't respond. Only a living, breathing
Stauffenberg can activate the device commands while holding it in
either hand. Should he somehow lose the device, it's impossible
that anybody in the early 1900's would have any idea what it is,
let alone how to make it work."

"I've been in this business long enough,
Moshe, to accept that nothing is perfectly fail-safe." Isser said.
"There is
always
somebody, somewhere, who would rise to the
occasion and crack the toughest problem with an unconventional
solution. That said, it is 99.99% unlikely that anybody finding the
device in that time of history would be able to figure it out and
use it. Most likely, they would believe that Martians really have
visited the earth and accidentally left something behind. This is
excellent news, especially the latitude-longitude-precision
programming and Stauffenberg's ability to relocate to an
alternative location. The Americans and Russians are holding to
rounding up the cells two weeks from today. Are we still on track
for Phase II to be fully implemented next Thursday?"

"Yes and no." Moshe responded. "Something has
come to light in the timeline comparisons of Stauffenberg's
landing
that we want to bring to your attention. Itzhach,
would you?"

"Certainly." Dr. Mendlesøn proceeded to
succinctly, yet in sufficient detail, tell Halevi about the missing
mom-and-pop operation with specific detail on the missing pediatric
surgeon in this timeline and its attendant potential
consequences.