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we’re on top of you,” one of the men said.
    Bruce rolled his shoulders. “Well, decide which one it’s going to be and do it fast.”

     

June 16, 1992
    Jaffa, Israel
    19:55

    Callahan lit a cigarette and offered one to Zach, who shook his head.
    He took a long drag, his eyes narrowed, the smoke swirling over his face. “Where were you when all of this was going down?”
    “At home. I could coordinate everything from there.”
    Callahan nodded and blew some smoke through his nose. “I believe you. But you still haven’t elaborated on how Bryden infiltrated our den. That place was a fortress."
    Zach lifted his shoulders. “We always knew the Dizengoff shopping center had underground tunnels, but the plans were lost so we didn’t know its extent or size.”
    Callahan paced around the room, his hand on his chin. “Go on.”
    “Bruce had been tailing you for a while,” he said, glancing at Callahan. “You entered the clothing store but never came out.”
    Callahan nodded. “The shop’s name was Toma. I saw him on the security camera footage. When I confronted him, he told me he was shopping for some chinos.”
    Zachary laughed. “Bruce doesn't wear chinos.” Bruce better damn well hurry up; he couldn’t keep this charade going on for much longer.  
    Zachary continued. “He counted how many people went in and out of the store, and the numbers didn't add up.” He straightened in his chair, trying to let the blood circulate to his hands. ”Seventy-five people entered the shop, but sixty-eight came out. We knew it had to be some secret entrance."
    Callahan nodded. “So you caused a diversion.”
    “Yes, we broke into the shop above Toma. We opened the taps and flooded your shop.”
    “I remember. I had to access our facility through the basement because Toma was underwater. Did Bryden follow me inside?”
    Zach nodded.  
    Callahan fiddled with a cufflink, deep in thought. “How did he get past the security we had in place? We had a guard patrolling the entrance of our complex in the basement parking of the Dizengoff center.”
    Zach shrugged. “He created a diversion.”
    “And what about the thumb scanner? How did he get past that?”
    Zach chuckled. “The thumb scanner had a built-in failover mechanism; it was a piece of crap.”
    Callahan looked up. “What failover?”
    “You implemented a Korean-manufactured lattice security system, at least three years old. A known weakness of the system was that it is susceptible to heat. The plastic melts and a system override kicks in, automatically opening the doors when it senses temperatures above a hundred and forty degrees.”
    “So what, man?” Perreira asked with irritated wave.
    Zach sighed. “The product was designed as a clocking system for mines. When a fire occurred, the doors needed to open.”
    “How do you know this?” Callahan asked.
    “It’s my job to know everything there is to know about securing Mossad HQ. Your system failed my checks.”
    Perreira grinned. “Funny you didn’t think about that at your own place.”
    Zach glared at him.  
    “All right, what did you use to get in? A lighter?” Callahan asked.
    Zach took a deep breath and continued. “Yes. We simply had to heat the sensors in the corners of the motherboard.”
    “So you heated it and the doors opened up?” Callahan asked incredulously.
    “Precisely.”

Bruce pointed his gun at the three soldiers. “C’mon then!”
    The man on the left lunged at him and was rewarded with a third eye between the other two. Bruce turned towards the second soldier, but the man grabbed the nozzle of his Glock and twisted it around, breaking Bruce’s trigger finger.
    The soldier yanked the gun back and easily dislodged it from Bruce’s hand. He released the cartridge, tossed the gun into a corner, and then turned to face Bruce.  
    Bruce studied the soldier. He was fresh-faced, couldn’t have been older than twenty. He was shorter than Bruce, five-ten he guessed.
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