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over.”
                  “So, nobody's going to go get Tracy, at least not now?”  John said.
                  “Not unless the Mossad do it.  Of course the NSA or some other group will retaliate for Tracy’s capture when things are less tense.  These clandestine agencies tend to send clear messages when one of their own has been compromised,” Smith said, trying to avoid discussing the possibility of Tracy’s death.
                  “The Mossad is more likely to retaliate for the death of their agent as opposed to rescuing an American agent, even though he was training with them when all this happened,” John said, disgusted.
                  “Everyone in that region is on pins and needles; nobody is going to do anything until one side is ready to move on the other.  It's like a game of chicken right now, except neither side is chicken.  This is age old hatred, and as you know there have been other fights and skirmishes in the past,” Smith said, pushing some fries into his mouth.
                  “And my kid's in the middle of it,” John said, shaking his head.
                  “Sorry, John, my pay scale's not high enough to give you any more information than I already have. I could get in a lot of trouble for telling you this much.”
                  “Brad, don't worry.  You’re a good man and I’m not without allies up the chain of command.  I won't involve you in anyway.”
                  “Thanks, John.  I owe you a lot more help than I've given you today.”
                  “At least I know what I'm up against.  I appreciate your help,” John said.
     
                  John dropped Smith back at the Pentagon.  It didn't seem to him that anyone was taking an active interest in their meeting and he knew Brad would never speak of it to anyone.  John drove back to the airport weighing his options.  This was something he would have to do himself.  It had to be the Middle East, he thought.  He'd stick out like a sore thumb there.  He was tall, thin and about as American looking as Uncle Sam.  There were countless old comrades who would help him, but they had their own lives to lead.  Asking them to drop everything and go snooping around a powder keg like Israel wasn't fair.  His buddies were soldiers, not spies.
                  John’s first concern was how to tell Karen.  She would be wild with fear.  He had a decision to make, one that would probably cost many lives. It was certain that the government would wash their hands of the matter.  They would be willing to sacrifice one man for the good of American interests in the region.  He didn't know where to begin.  He was worried that if he went through channels, too many eyes would be on him, too many questions asked.  John decided to act quickly before any agency could establish solid surveillance and track his movements.
     
                 
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
                  John pulled into his driveway just as Karen walked out the front door drying her hands with a dish rag.  As soon as he stepped from the car, she walked slowly towards him, her eyes raking his face for signs of hope.
                  “Where's my boy?” Karen said, holding onto John. John sighed and put both of his arms around her.
    “We think he's being held prisoner by the PLO, somewhere in Israel or Syria.”
                  “He's alive, then?” Karen said, her face buried in John’s chest.
                  “I think so.  They would prefer to use him as a pawn, at least that's been their pattern in the past.  Things are very volatile in the region right now and nobody seems to be making any rash moves.”
                  “Can the government get him out?”
                  “I doubt they'd even admit he was there,” John