Tehran.
The Supreme National Security Council meeting had been ongoing for less than twenty minutes. Old Ha sat on the gilded chair with a report just returned from Damascus spread out before him.
The Syrian 1st Division was stalled on the western shore of Lake Tiberias, the 4th Division had been crippled at Haifa Port, Maher was airlifted by Mexico's helicopters, and the Turkish fleet had withdrawn.
The conference room was very quiet, no one dared to speak first.
Revolutionary Guard Corps Commander Brigadier General Jafarri stood up and walked to the map of the Middle East on the wall. With a red pen, he drew a circle around the Golan Heights. "The Syrians are done, Assad is barely holding on, the Turks are fleeing, the Israelis are gasping for air. Now is the best time to enter."
Old Ha said nothing.
