Blaze by Andrew Thorp King Read Free Book Online Page B

damning stories a man could tell in the Islamic Republic of Iran. What came out of Reza’s mouth following Arash’s confession was astounding. Arash would have never suspected that Reza was not only a secret follower of Jesus also, but was one of the CIA’s top assets in Iran to boot.
    Reza had penetrated deep into the guard and was funneling all he discovered back to the Americans, and by proxy, as needed, to the Israelis. The two men swore confidentiality to each other’s secrets, and their bond and friendship grew stronger as a result.
    Several months had gone by after that conversation and Arash had become more and more engrossed in his faith and had experienced many encounters with the Spirit.
    He was both petrified and nervously excited by what he felt the Lord was telling him. Me? How could I possibly be a spy? I’m afraid of noises in the house when I’m home alone, I don’t think I could have the faith or ability to be a spy? I’m just not that slick. I’m a clumsy, over-weight middle-aged tech guy. His doubts were huge and persistent. But so were the nudges he felt from the Almighty.
    The Bible was replete with stories of great heroes, prophets, and messengers who felt wholly inadequate for the callings they had received. Arash supposed he was no different. He mustered the fortitude to speak with Reza about what he was feeling.
    Within a week Reza had linked Arash with Chuck Gallagher and the wild journey into the lonely labyrinth of a spy’s life had begun. Arash had been living each day entirely on purpose ever since. Eternal purpose.
    Arash had met Chuck at a safe house in Iran per Reza’s instructions. Arash recalled the conversation vividly, as if it was currently still occurring. Chuck Gallagher commanded a presence. Arash remembered the strength of his introductory handshake and his forthright way of getting straight to the point.
    â€œWe’re calling it Operation Persian Trinity”, said Chuck Gallagher to his newly acquired high-tech Iranian asset.
    â€œWhat’s the meaning behind the name?” asked Arash.
    â€œNatanz, Esfahan, and Bushehr. That’s our trinity. They’re our targets. We’ve been gathering a butt-load of MASINT on these disguised nuclear facilities since their inception, and we’re ready to deploy our attacks very soon. Natanz is all yours my man. Do you wanna be called the Father, the Son, or the Holy Ghost?” Gallagher threw it all right at him.
    Arash was now confused as well as overwhelmed. He remembered thinking Am I really the guy for this job? Really, Lord? Me? He knew he was wet behind the ears. It was unavoidable that he would have to ask questions that revealed just how wet. “What is MASINT?”, he asked Chuck.
    â€œMASINT is the data we collect on industrial activities and weapons capabilities on our enemies, in this case, your country of birth. We get this data from our airborne IMINT and SIGINT gathering systems. We also utilize a lot of TELINT and ELINT to throw into the INT salad,” Gallagher replied to add to Arash’s confusion. Gallagher smiled, knowing he was making Arash’s head spin.
    â€œNow you’re really losing me.” Arash smiled sheepishly.
    â€œDon’t worry about it boss, I’ll get you a handbook on our intelligence catalog to get you up to speed on the vernacular.” Gallagher gave Arash a strong pat on the back.
    â€œGood, sounds like I’ll need it.” Arash was moderately comforted.
    Gallagher went on to explain in that early briefing with Arash exactly what type of attack they were planning. “Our pals the Israeli’s have been cooking up this stew in the Negev Desert for quite some time now. We’ve been working with them on this joint effort via their nuclear facilities in Negev. You know, the one that doesn’t exist. The big Snuffleupagus of the Middle East. They’ve replicated the centrifuges that your country