24505345 crescent moon rising chapter 11

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CRESCENT MOON RISING

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Chapter 11 Tripoli, Lebanon, Mustafaas office in the Cypress International Bank

Oragi Shomi placed a dossier on Mustafaas otherwise empty desk. Mustafaa glance

d at the folder only briefly and raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

The Russian leader I believe you will find helpful is in there. If he cannot orwill not assist you, thenthen Mustafaa, there is nothing for you in Russia.

And how do I find this Russian, Oragi?

The information to do so is also there. It suggests the use of your governments diplomatic pouch and your Ambassadors good services in Moscow to effect a contact and deliver your message. It will be up to the Russian after that.

Mustafaa stroked his luxuriant mustache which matched his eye color and only mad

e him more handsome, considering again the beautiful oriental spy before him. Wondering what she would do or perhaps had already done,after she leaves his office, he decided to test herdirectly. Tell me, Oragi, what will you do


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now?

I am not at all sure, Daoudi-San. Perhaps I can stall my other friends awhile l

onger, perhaps not. Perhaps it matters little. I only wish I had longer to accomplish one thingthe only important thing in my small life.

And what would that be, Oragi?

Oragi considered for a long time before she spoke. She had already thought of telling her secret to Mustafaa but was still hesitant. Do you mind if I smoke? Iknow its a filthy western habit but we Japanese seem to thrive on the rancid things. Mustafaa motioned his indifference. Her lighter flickered and after drawing smoke deeply into her lungs she nodded to herself and blurted out, Iragawa is my father and I wish to kill him!

What? What are you saying to me?

He raped my mother and I am his bastard child. My mother willed herself to diebefore I was a year old and my mother

s husband who raised me, my socalled father, did nothing to avenge my mother.. or me. Two years ago I brought about the financial ruin of my so-called father and he committed suicide. I was already working in one of Iragawas subsidiary companies. My fathers financial ruin and subsequent death brought me to Iragawas attention and thenhis advances. I let himseduce his own daughter in order to get close to him. Now I


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am, but only as long as I am useful to him. My fate you see, is what you, not Ichoose.

Mustafaa was astounded, then perplexed and finally delighted; at least for himself. Oragi, beautifully fragile in appearance, was if anything, astoundingly dangerous. The right amount of sympathy mixed with affection andand Iragawa may sniff a deadly flower once too often. I think it is time for me to assist you my dear. If yourother friends are convinced that you have gained my trust, you willbe in no immediate danger. Is this not so?

Oragi without looking up uttered a quiet, Yes, I suppose that is true.

Then how do we convince them? I think if we were known to be lovers and you fedthem some interesting pillow talk, would that suffice? Oragi stared numbly fora moment before a tiny smile crept around her small but full lips, indicating h

er interest. What kind of information do your friends desire most, my new love?

You make fun of me as your lover Mustafaa but they have other eyes and ears; they will know if we truly are lovers. I hope you will find me not too distressingin that capacity. To answer your question, the most important information I could give them is your intentions for Israel. Will many or any Arab states join tobegin a new jihad against the Israelis and if so, when?


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Mustafaa rose and walked to where Oragi was seated, then kneeling at her feet. Tonight you will come to my bedroom and tomorrow you may inform your friends that I am indeed contacting various of my more militant Arab brothers about just su

ch a holy war. In a few minutes, after you leave here, I will of course begin making those contacts.

Washington D.C., Alger Brightons Apartment Building

Alger stepped off the elevator on his floor thoroughly pissed at the apartment manager who had phoned demanding he return home and turn off the stereo or TV blaring full volume in his apartment. He never left anything like that playing, letalone full blast. Just as Alger approached his door the sounds coming from within vanished and a stranger tapped his arm with the remote to Algers stereo system.

Mr. Mueller wishes to speak with you most urgently, Mr. Brighton. Two floors down, apartment 11F. Dont knock, just walk in, close the door and wait.

Alger watched the stranger walk rapidly toward the stairwell exit. Putting the remote in his coat pocket and thinking he would have to disinfect both the remoteand his coat, he turned for the elevators. Along the way to 11F Brighton was debating whether to disinfect his entire apartment or only the living room area. Slowly opening the door, 11F appeared completely dark save for a dimly lit area ahead and to his left. He was appalled to realize his hands were shaking


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and he had a strong, sudden urge to urinate. Do come in, Mr. Brighton. It wasMuellers voice. Come, come my friend; nothing to worry about. At least from me, that is.

Alger wiped the hand that had touched the doorknob and very deliberately walkedforward until Mr. Mueller was in sight, seated in a high-backed Victorian stylechair. Mueller was sipping a cocktail, vodka no doubt, and holding a well chewedbut unlit Cuban cigar.

Make yourself comfortable Mr. Brighton. I have some interesting news for you. Do you find it odd that this time information will be given to you and not the reverse? I find it very odd. Even humorous were it not so serious, for you I mean.

Are you threatening me, Alger stammered. Because if you are I

Now, now my dear friend, why would I want to threaten a valuable asset? I havearranged this meeting to tell you of a very real and dangerous threat to us both. Wellto be candid, a little dangerous to me but very dangerous to Mr. Alger Brighton, Justice Department special prosecutor. Hmm, Interested Mr. Brighton?

I think you are enjoying trying to make me squirm. Well, it wont work.


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Either spit it out or Ill leave. Alger suddenly realized he was sweating heavily. Sweating was something he never allowed himself to do (except for those times with his special magazines and videos full of lovely naked children). Near pan

ic, Alger leaned forward and squeaked, What is it. Tell me. I can fix it. I ama very powerful man and I have many powerful friends. Tell me. Tell me! I can fix it!

Demitri Segorivich, AKA Mr. Mueller, smiled a Cheshire cat smile and snipped offthe chewed end of his cigar in preparation for lighting. Alger detested tobaccosmoke and absolutely abhorred lit cigars. Algers eyes widened as he watched the flame from Muellers lighter tickle the end of the cigar. Nostrils flaring, his mouth in a huge grimace, Brighton twisted in his chair and wailed, I will beviolently ill if you dont get rid of that abomination immediately!

My, that would be most unfortunate my friend. Perhaps what Im about to tell yo

u will clear the airso to speak. Ha! Oh, that was good. Clear the air! Demitriallowed himself a few more chuckles. Oh, you did not find my little joke funny? Too bad. Poor Alger the algae eater.

How dare you? Brighton demanded. Where did you hear that awful epitaph?

The same place I heard that the NSA was investigating you, Mr. Brighton. The very same.


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Alger forgot to be ill or outraged about Muellers cigar and sat bolt upright. The NSA? National Security Agency?

Yes, I believe thats what I said. Demitri took an enormous puff of his cigarand blew most of the smoke toward Algers ashen face. It would seem that your Attorney General, a Ms. Hardcastle, and her able assistant, a Crystal Medearis, have stumbled across your sleuthing tracks and requested the NSA open your can ofworms. Did I say that correctly, can of worms? You Americans create such graphic idioms.

Goddamned bitches! Fucking busybody cunts! Ill have their hearts pulled out and stuffed down their throats. IllIll

Really, Mr. Brighton! Think a moment. You said yourself you are a powerful manwith powerful friends. Now is the time to put some of that power to good use. I

wonder what would happen should the bitches, I believe you said, find themselves in extreme disfavor with a number of high ranking officials? What if that disfavor was made known at the highest levels? It is a fact, is it not, that Vice President Rivera harbors great animosity toward Lydia Hardcastle? We also believeMadam Vice President would be delighted to see a major appointee of the great President Douglass crumble and flee in humiliation. Why dont you take a little time and see what might be done in your favor, my friend. A word of caution, however. Do not be so foolish as to communicate from your office or apartment. NSA has big ears and tiny microphones. Also no cellular phones,


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even should you borrow one from a friend. A child could scan for your voice andvarious keywords.

Alger Brighten sat frozen in his chair. Anger beyond words surged through his chest punctuated with flashes of profound fear. The fear punched his bladder and strong smelling urine flooded the crotch of his pants.

Demitri noted and recognized the foul smell. He could not suppress a small smileas he savored another puff of the fine Cuban. Stay here for awhile, Mr. Brighton. No one lives here at present. We will be in contact with you after somethingunpleasant occurs to deflect the bitches, eh? Please do not attempt to contact me. Good day Mr. Brighton.

CNN Special Bulletin: NASA announces all life support systems aboard the Space Station have failed. Twenty-six persons feared dead or dying.

Japan News Agency Special Announcement: The Japanese Space Agency will undertakea daring shuttle rescue for those aboard the Space Station. The new Japanese shuttle, Swift Cloud, will convey rescue equipment along with highly trained medical and other personnel.

Top Secret Flash Message, Eyes only the President of the United States, from General DeBliss: Geosync birds over Washington D.C. and Seattle downed by our killer satellites. Remaining US killer sats have powered down;


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suspect enemy action. All missiles launched at enemy geosyncs failed to reach targets. 12 attacking planes (F22 Ravens) also lost, causes unknown. Further anti-satellite ops suspended.

Reuters Wire Service Bulletin: Russia and Japan set to announce new defense andarms agreements with each other and Syria, Egypt, Lebanon, Jordan and Yemen. Separately Iran, Iraq and Libya join in pledges of swift and terrible retribution for any attack on any Arab state by Western powers.

CNN follow-up on Reuters bulletin: CNN has confirmed new defense and arms agreements between Japan, Russia and Arab states. Communique just received from Japanese Defense Force warning Western European nations, Canada, Australia and New Zealand not to intercede on United States and/or Great Briton

s behalf.

CNN International breaking story: France, Italy, Spain, and Portugal join Denmar

k, Sweden, Norway, Switzerland and Finland in announcing neutrality regarding conflict between US/Great Britain and Japan/Russia plus the belligerent Arab states. Most Nato nations remain mum. Turkey announces willingness to assist in any peace negotiations.

Tripoli, Lebanon, Mustafaa Daoudis personnel quarters


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Oragi Shomi, shimmering in candlelight and breathtakingly lovely in ceremonial red and gold kimono, completed the formal tea ceremony by offering a tiny cup offragrant tea to Mustafaa. Her head was bowed and both arms stretched toward him;

small, graceful hands barely holding the eggshell thin porcelain.

Neither had spoken since Oragi began the tea ceremony. The silence continued until both had sipped and placed their cups down. Mustafaa spoke first. Oragi, what can I say? Mysterious, enchantingdelicious? Oragi flushed brightly. I am speaking of the woman before me, not the tea. The tea was soothing to my palate but your beauty stirs my ardor to a point where other things cry out to be soothedas well. I fervently hope that lying in my arms will not prove to be only a sacrifice for the sake of deception.

Oragi felt a shiver of passion run down her back, dash across her vulva and settle with a warm glow low in her belly. Blushing again, Oragi whispered so softly

that Mustafaa strained to here, Your desire brings joy to my ears, warmth to myheart and liquid to my loins. I fear I will find a fleeting but wonderful paradise in your arms. Oragi lifted her glowing face to Mustafaa. Tears glistened onher flawless cheeks.

A fleeting paradise may be all that either of us shall ever have, dear one. Bepleased we have one moment of perfect enchantment in our darkest hour.


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Oragi slowly rose from her kneeling position and shyly turning her back, began to disrobe in a most enchanting manner. Mustafaas eyes were riveted to each delight uncovered by her sensual movements. So fascinated was Mustafaa that he faile

d to notice flashing eyes peering in horror outside his bedroom windows. He alsodid not see Ishmere Jamail clasp the small dagger at her waist or see Ishmereslips move in silent promises of bloody vengeance. For the next two hours, Mustafaa saw only paradise; heard only the blood pounding in his ears and felt only silky wet embraces as Oragi engulfed his member with all of her gates to heaven.

The lovely Japanese spy, aglow from the lovemaking, hurriedly slipped through the shadows away from Mustafaas rooms. Head down and one hand suppressing girlishgiggles, Oragi neither saw nor felt the wavy dagger blade as it pierced her breast and found the blood that filled her heart. She did manage to see hate-filledfemale eyes before the pain cameand darkness closed.

Washington D.C., Office of Willem Gorse, Secretary of State

Leigh Roper flashed her nylons and a dazzling smile at Gorse. Its very kind ofyou, Secretary Gorse, to allow me a few minutes. I mean especially with all thats happening right now. As Im sure you already know, my interview with Mr. Neuberger of Mid-Atlantic Power was really quite helpful regarding the power outages.


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Gorses eyes, with a mind of their own, slid up and down Leighs body. First hermouth, then down to her thighs, slipping over her knees to slippered feet and back again to start over. He hardly heard a word she was saying. He just sat in h

is swivel chair, bobbing his head and grinning like a teenage boy who has just seen his first pair of grownup tits.

God, Lee-Roy thought. I bet this asswipe jerks off to TV exercise bimbos every morning before work. Look at the dumb fuckers eyes! If they move any more across my body hell get a harelip. No, wait! Hot damn, watch this Leighuncross the legs; now cross them the other way. Just a quick peek at where the panties should be, nicely shaved. Holy shit, did you see that old fart jump? Now hes covering up his crotch! Jesus, save me from old wrinkled dicks! The nasty bugger hasa hard-on. Goddamn, this is fun. Wonder if I can give the shitbird a heart attack?

Leigh composed both herself and Lee-Roy. As I was saying, Mr. Neuberger was very helpful but he strongly suggested that you were the person to go to for the important factsand figures. Secretary Gorse, is something wrong?

Yea, the silly bastard has a death-grip on his wild-willy and theres no bloodleft for his other brain, Lee-Roy managed to choke out. You know, the small one. Uh-oh, watch out. Hes going purple! Something is a-popping!!


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isnt this government, the richest and most powerful in the world, getting the lights back onlike nowlike yesterday? Finally, what do the Japanese have to dowith the power outages? Leighs last question was a blind stab but with all the

international turmoil involving Japan, it wasnt a bad guess.

Gorse stuttered, Now young lady, your government is working night and day to overcome the obstacles in restoring power.

Leigh quickly interjected , What obstacles Mr. Gorse?

Studying Leigh more cautiously, Gorse leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner.Now, dont quote me on this. In fact dont broadcast this at all or we will have two or three times the panic we already have. Im only telling you this so you will stop digging around. Before you garner just enough facts to royally screwthings up. OK? Leigh nodded yes. Right! What we have is some serious sabotage

that effects a lot more than power grids. Im talking VCRs to missiles and Japanese fingerprints are all over every bit of it. You may tell your bosses what Ive told you but also tell them they had better keep their traps shut or Douglasswill bust their asses. Now, thats all Im going to say so you might as well pack up and go. Leigh was stunned. Lee-Roy was delirious. Leigh realized AdmiralBramble held the most important keys to the mysteries. Leigh wanted the next flight out to Thomas T

s location. Lee-Roy wanted to go fuck a Boy Scout.


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