The Gentile Witness, Enoch Book 1: Enoch (20 page)

Chapter 69

6:45 PM CEST Day two of 1260 Somewhere over the Mediterranean

I was dreaming when I felt the shake of my arm. As I tried to shake off the sleep, I heard Veronica saying, “Jack you need to wake up, you need to wake up now.” As I slowly focused, she said, “Look out the window Jack.”

As I squinted and looked out the small windows, I could see the fighter jets off the wing and asked, “Both sides?”

She said, “Yes.”

“Israeli?”

“Yes.”

“What do they want?”

“They want us to land, I believe, at Ben Gurion Airport and any deviation of course will be considered evasive and we will be shot down.”

“Okay, so that does not leave us with a whole lot of choice does it? Tell the pilot to do as they say. Also, do we still have phone communication?”

“Yes.”

I reached in my pocket and got Mark Anderson’s card out. I looked at Veronica and said, “I need to talk to Mark before we land.”

Chapter 70

6:45 PM CEST Day two of 1260 Tel Aviv, Israel - Mossad Headquarters

Director Meyer Branlin of Mossad looked over at General Ben Gladdins of the Israeli Air Force and asked him, “Are they rerouted back into our airspace?”

“Yes. Two of our fighters intercepted their private jet around two-hundred miles off our coast in the Mediterranean and we are escorting then to Ramat David Air Base. We chose that one so the western press does not overwhelm us at Ben Gurion.”

“How did you find out they were in Israel?” Branlin asked.

“We got a communication from Washington, D.C., from the Attorney General’s office. They had tracked them from New York to here. They thought originally they were going to Tel Aviv, but evidently went to a private airstrip in Zefa near the Jordanian border.”

“What were they doing out in the middle of nowhere, do we know?”

“No we don’t. All we know for sure is they took a two hour drive into the desert and the driver waited in the truck for several hours while they went up into the hills. They came back, the driver took them to the airstrip, and they took off. Once again, we received the information and dispatched the fighters to bring the plane in. In addition, we found a man dead at the airstrip. All we know is he was a contract security guard from New York, but was here in Israel legally. I’m not sure why he was there or who killed him.”

“We’ll try and find out who he was and why he was killed. It does not make sense. Now, regarding this Jack person, what do you think we should do with him? I am not sure that bringing them here is such a good idea. There are rumors that this person is hands off for everyone, but then of course, that usually only applies to the westerners, not us.”

“I think we should find out where they went and why. Then we can hold them based on illegal entry into our country until we find out those answers. From there, we can make a decision about them.”

“You keep saying them. Who else is on that plane?”

“A woman named Veronica. She actually is an Israeli citizen who lives in America most of the time. She at one time was one of our best agents, but she resigned several years ago and went to the states. It appears she went into private security consulting in and around D.C. and New York. We never paid much attention to her in the past, for the work she did had nothing to do with our security and she knew very few secrets about us. I think the man killed was working for her firm.”

“Alright, let’s keep this low and out of the press. Moreover, try not to make this an international incident. Let us find out what we can, scare them a little and see what we get. I have a feeling we should have just let them go back to the states. But, since the communication came from Washington, we need to follow through. 

“On another note, since they are here, supposedly Jack has a special document with him. Our friend that does business with us would like the originals. If he has it, copy it, and only give back the copy, so I can forward the original to our associate. He wants to analyze the contents, paper, and ink.”

Chapter 71

7:30 PM CEST Day two of 1260 Ramat David Air Force Base, Hangar

The jet taxied to a hangar after it landed and the engines were, shut down. I looked out the window and saw armed guards surrounding the plane then heard the bullhorn that told us to open the cabin door of the jet. I doubted we were at Ben Gurion Airport. Veronica got up and released the hatch door and as it opened, the steps folded out onto the floor of the hangar.

The bullhorn then instructed us to exit the aircraft, then put our hands on our heads and have the pilots come out first. The cockpit door opened and our pilot and his copilot did as they were, told. I was still looking out the window and saw that as the pilots reached the bottom step, they were grabbed, spun around, and handcuffed. They then were searched by a couple of the soldiers there and moved rather roughly off to another area where I could no longer see them.

Veronica was, called out of the plane, but it was in Hebrew, not English, so I only understood that they called her name. As she reached the bottom step, they did not cuff her, but moved her to another area and she was, placed in a car that took off immediately.

The next request was, “Mr. South, please come out of the plane with your hands above your head.”

I complied and started down the steps with my hands above my head as I was instructed. As I stepped off the plane, I was, spun around and the cuffs were, put on. I watched as several troops ran up the steps fully armed and started, I supposed, going through the plane. It dawned on me right then that the binder from Gabriel was in there, and I was not sure if that might be a problem later or not.

They started pushing me in the direction of what looked like a state car. I was placed in the back seat and pushed to the middle. A soldier got on each side of me, a black hood was placed over my head, and the driver took off. They were dead quiet. I thought to myself, this is great, I am a witness for a day, and now I am in the clutches of the most secret group of people in the world.

Chapter 72

7:45 PM CEST Day two of 1260 Ramat David Air Force Base, Level I Interrogation Room

Veronica knew she was being, taken to what, is known as an interview room, at least not an interview cell. She had been on the other side of her predicament when she was with the Army and Intelligence herself. The car pulled up to a nondescript building and she was, escorted up the steps. The door was, opened for her, she was, pushed into the room, and then door closed behind her. She heard a very distinct voice she had not heard in years.

“Welcome back to Israel Veronica, nice to see you in our midst, again.” In the dim light, she followed the voice over to a chair behind a desk and immediately tied the voice and the features to Moshe Landers. He had been her superior officer when she was still a part of the Israeli Security Forces several years ago, until she moved to the states. She looked at the uniform and noticed that he was now a Colonel. He had only been a captain when she knew him before. So obviously, he had moved up in rank.

She remembered him as being very aggressive with Palestinians and other people that the State of Israel thought may be of interest or have knowledge of attempts against the country. He, on several occasions, had been, brought up on charges that, usually were, dismissed by the government for excessive force, or commonly known as torture. Somehow, though, he managed to escape ever having to account for his practices and generally, was left to his own devices undeterred. This was not good.

“I am fine Captain. I am sorry; I see your rank has changed, Colonel.”

“Well I am fine too Veronica,” as he turned on the lights in the room. “It has been a long time since we worked together, maybe ten years or more I gather.”

“Yes Colonel. That would be about right.”

“So what have you been doing since then?” even though he already knew the answer. You may leave Israel, but if you were in Intelligence, then you never left, and Mossad takes all this seriously, he thought to himself.

“Colonel, you know exactly what I have been doing. So why do you even bother to ask?”

“Feisty still,” he said, “Very much so. Well I was trying to be pleasant Veronica, I mean you are a former member of my team.” He paused and then said, “You may sit down if you would like.” As I sat he said, “Why did you sneak Jack South into our country and go somewhere where there is nothing but rocks on the Jordanian Border? As you know, this is serious. Smuggling foreigners into the country is not something I or any Israeli takes lightly.”

She thought about how to answer, than decided to tell him the truth. He would figure it out eventually anyway. “Colonel, I am sure you are aware of who Jack South is.”

“Yes, I watched with great interest all the broadcasts, not only yesterday, but today too. He seems to have put the United States into a tailspin, both politically and economically, with his predictions and whatever power he has. So yes, I know who he is. That is why I am concerned as to why he is here. If he is here to cause the same confusion as the U.S. is experiencing, then he will do so from a cell in a hole so deep that he will never see daylight again, much less talk to the media, which by the way, is where he is right now. So what is he doing here Veronica? And don’t play with me or you may well join him.”

“Do as you wish Colonel, but I think that what you are doing now will not bode well with our allies in the states. I understand that he is hands off, no matter where he is. I know he called his attorney, Mr. Anderson, before we landed. So, I’m sure someone here will get a call very soon.”

“Answer the question Veronica. As you well know, we play with the Americans. So far, I am not concerned about what they say or think. You may be right, but until I am told otherwise, I will find out one way or the other what you are doing here with this man.”

“I took him to see Shraya.”

Moshe laughed then said, “Shraya? The nut, and loudmouth Rabbi that lives in caves in the desert and threatens the State of Israel on a daily basis? If we did not think he was insane and harmless, we would have dealt with him a long time ago. Moreover, why would you be hanging around with that crackpot for? Even though we questioned his motives before, we all decided he was crazy and harmless. Now you take ‘South to him. That my dear, makes us suspicious that we may have been wrong about Shraya all these years.”

“You may be right Colonel, but if I were you, I’d back off and let Jack return to the United States and ignore Shraya.”

“Now why would I do that Veronica? That tells me that they can hurt me or my country, which only means that I would need to control both of them. The best way to do that is lock them both up in a hole and you with them. So why did you take him to see Shraya? In addition, I am tired of your word games. I want an answer now that makes sense or I would go to step two of this interview. And from your past allegiance with our little group, you are well aware what that means.”

Chapter 73

7:45 PM CEST Day two of 1260 Ramat David Air Force Base, Level III Interrogation Room

I was in a sterile room with my clothes completely stripped off me and my hands were, bound behind me. I was sitting on a steel chair that was, bolted to the floor. My ankles were, also shackled to the front legs of the chair and I could barely move at all. It was cold and damp and there was no light whatsoever, it was pitch dark. Even though I opened my eyes, I could not see anything. It was as if I was totally, blind, even though the hood had been removed.

I was also very cold. It did not take long for me to realize that there must be an air conditioner turned down low, for I could hear the sound of the compressor. As I began thinking about my dilemma at the moment, it dawned on me that I went from flying in a luxury jet to sitting in a cold cell about to be tortured, by the Israelis who were, notoriously known to ignore certain laws when it came to their nation’s security. This was one extreme to another.

My mind was wandering, thinking about the tortures I have always read about and how they get people to confess to what they have done, or not done, under duress. I had always been afraid of drowning anyway, so if they decided to do the water board torture, then I was in for a difficult time. On the other hand, maybe they would shock me, or do other inhumane things to me. I had no idea. However, I did know that in this position, my international rights had already been violated. However, I doubted if they cared one way or the other if they violated some more. I only hoped Mark got my message I left for him.

My thoughts were, interrupted when the room became ablaze in bright light. It hit my eyes so fast that it actually felt like someone had put a hot poker into them. I heard the door open, and as I was blinking back and forth trying to adjust to the light, I heard footsteps coming in. I knew that it was at least more than one person. Then I heard the scraping of a chair. I opened my eyes again, adjusting to the light, and a person sitting in front of me started to come into focus.

He said, “Good evening Mr. South and welcome to Israel. We hope you are comfortable.”

I looked at the soldier in front of me and I was not sure of his rank, but he was dressed in military fatigues and had some sliver on him, so I assumed that he was an officer. I also thought it was time to get my movie dialogue going. I did not know what else to say, so I said, “I do not know who you are, but I am an American citizen and I demand that I be able to speak with the Ambassador of the United States. I am sure he would like to be here with us right now. And… I believe that having me here like this is in violation of my human rights, according to international law.”

The officer looked at me and smiled. “I assume Mr. South that you think that we should give you a telephone so your Ambassador can send over an attorney to secure your rights during questioning. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Well as you can see, Mr. South, we are probably not going to do that. If I were you, I would assume that you are right now as comfortable as you are going to get. So let us dispense of the silliness of expecting an attorney. Oh by the way, your associate is upstairs as we speak. Did you know she used to work for us?”

“No I did not.”

“Well she did. And…she was very capable of doing what I am doing right now. She was probably a lot better at it than I am. So with that in mind, realize that whatever you tell me better match what she says. If not, then we will resort to other measures.”

“So Jack, we have a really nice airport in Tel Aviv for visitors to come into our country. Going through Customs is not difficult. I have your passport. You had it with you, so why go to the Jordanian border. Are you planning on calling on God to do some harm to our country like you have with the States?”

“I want to talk to the Ambassador,” I said. “So get on with the torture and whatever else you are going to do. I will not tell you anything until I consult with an attorney. If I am to be charged with a crime against your country, then charge me.”

“Okay, I guess you do not get it do you? So let me outline it to you. Where you are at does not really exist. You no longer exist. Your friend no longer exists. Down here with me is another world that does exist. Most that come here do not leave here the way they came in. However, in your case, we might be somewhat lenient. You may well be the first to say, I survived, for you never know. It is up to you Jack. So, let us start with something easy. What is this binder I have in my hand?”

I looked at it and recognized it as the binder Gabriel had given me that I was to memorize. I had not even opened it yet to see the contents. “It is instructions from God to me on what to say during a sermon I am giving on Thursday in Kansas City, Missouri.”

“Really? Then what do these symbols mean?” as he opened the binder, looking at the pages.

“What symbols? I have never looked at the file, so I do not know what you mean.”

“Symbols Jack,” as he held up one of the sheets so that I could see the markings. It was strange; I had never seen anything like it. It was a series of symbols, which went from a circle out to the end. Not in lines like words. The best I way I could describe it was that it was like a Mayan Calendar with many symbols on it.

“I do not know what they mean.”

He shoved it closer to my face and said, “You must know what it means or you would not have it.”

I looked at it again, and closed my eyes. Then, as in the interview, it came to me how to interpret the symbols. As I opened my eyes and looked at it again, I then realized it was the Ten Commandments written by God himself in his own writing, I said to him, “The Ten Commandments, from your God and mine.”