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here.”
    â€œA window for what?”
    Niles glanced at the president and then raised his brow over his glasses and eye patch.
    â€œIf this works out, we may have a chance at bringing home an old friend.”
    The president placed the sandwich down with much regret.
    â€œI personally owe this man, as I owe all of you.” The injured leg kept the movement slow but the president eased himself closer to Jack. “I don’t have much time left in office, Colonel, you know it and I know it. In the time I have remaining before someone else moves into the White House I want my desk cleared, and to accomplish this I will not go out without trying to do everything I can to account for those people I lost in the recent war.… I owe them.”
    â€œWhat are you two telling me?” Jack asked, looking at Niles.
    â€œWe are going after Captain Everett, Jack.”
    Collins had to stand after the amazing statement from Compton. The president took that opportunity to retrieve the sandwich and begin his assault once more.
    â€œDuring Anya’s debrief she mentioned she had begun her Mossad career at the very bottom of their food chain. She was an analyst, though that has little to do with the tale she told me during her debrief after Operation Overlord. It seems she caught wind of a legend, a rumor, a tale that seemed made up to tell children at bedtime. The search for alien power plants to assist in Overlord reminded her of this legend. It was a long shot that she considered too outlandish to help, and it wasn’t until she mentioned it to me during her debrief that we began to see a chance, just a possibility that this may actually be real.”
    â€œWhat in the hell are you two talking about?” Jack asked, looking at the president. “With all due respect of course.”
    The president only nodded as he continued eating. It was Niles who braved the telling to Jack.
    â€œI think we better start with explaining Anya’s role in this first.”
    ISRAEL STATE ARCHIVES (ISA)
JERUSALEM, ISRAEL
    The raven-haired woman sat upon the bench outside of the large, extremely ugly concrete and steel building, which looked like an old bank that would have been robbed during the Depression in American gangster films.
    The moon just started to rise over the holy city of God. She was dressed in a navy blue suit with wide-legged pants, necessary for the two ankle holsters she wore beneath them. Her eyes watched the front doors of the building as men and women of the archival staff prepared to leave after their evening shift. She watched as the two very-well-armed guards waved at the departing employees and then securely locked the front doors. The two guards looked through the glass and then turned back to their duties. The woman knew that security here wasn’t as tight as at other government facilities, as this operation was more a written and oral history of the State of Israel. So, if you wanted someone’s eyewitness testimony in regard to the Holocaust this was the place to go. Any other secrets were stored in many more highly secured facilities across the country. The dark-haired woman could only hope the files had not been transferred over the years.
    She saw the young man with the thick horned-rimmed glasses as he also separated from the rest of the archive staff as they made their way to the parking area beside the building. Through years of training she was able to keep her heart from racing faster as she anticipated what the employee had to say. He was obviously up to no good as she took in the frightened way the boy moved. His head flitted left and then right as he approached her and then sat.
    â€œLook, Sami, relax, this is not a facility that houses nuclear secrets. It’s just a records storage unit, you said so yourself.”
    The boy who had just graduated from Tel Aviv Technical Institute frowned as he looked around the park area nervously.
    â€œI said relax.” The