The sound of the door being pushed open was urgent.
When Bennett walked in, he didn't even knock. This had only happened three times in his twenty-year career as Director of the Counterintelligence Bureau. Each time, it meant someone had died.
"Leader."
Bennett's voice was hoarse as he placed a thin folder on the desk.
Victor turned around.
"There's trouble in the Middle East."
Victor set down his coffee cup and opened the folder.
The first page was a satellite photo. Northern Gaza Strip, Jabaliya Refugee Camp. In the photo, a dozen buildings had turned to rubble, and smoke was still rising. In the corner of the photo, the time was marked in red pen: March 29, 1998, 2:17 AM.
The second page was a briefing. Hebrew, intercepted by the emergency intelligence department. The first line made Victor squint his eyes.
