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In 2007, soon after the sixth anniversary of the September 11th attacks on America, Jihadists attack multiple targets in Saudi Arabia, destroying oil pumping equipment, crippling pipelines, and assassinating most of the royal family. In the U.S., gas prices soar to over $6 a gallon along with hyper–inflation across the world financial markets. "Non–business travel" in the U.S. is limited to no more than 500 miles per week.
The men responsible for this outrage cannot be allowed to go unpunished. The UN Security Council authorizes an international intervention force, and in a closed session of Congress the "Assassination Bill" is introduced. General Peter Newman is assigned to head a new "Threat Mitigation Unit," and is given authority to recruit and train up to 100 specialists for the ominous task at hand––to assassinate terrorists.
When it's discovered that the terrorists are threatening attacks on major US cities, Newman and his team are dispatched and begin a mad chase across Europe and international waters to stop the threat before violent tragedy strikes again. But the terrorists are determined to strike on US soil, and their target is Washington, D.C.
the Vice President spoke up. “What connection does any of this have to what happened this morning in Saudi Arabia?” “We're not sure, Mr. Vice President,” Powers replied deferentially. “It's still too early and we clearly don't know enough, but the one country in the region that stands to gain the most from a collapse of Saudi production is Iran.” “Why?” asked the Energy Secretary who had been listening intently. “Because, Sam, knocking out Saudi production sends world oil prices
less likely to attract attention at São Pedro than at the much busier International Airport. Forty minutes later, and fifty nautical miles from his destination, São Pedro Approach gave Juliet Six One One Seven instructions to land on runway zero two, right. “Roger, One One Seven, turning right ten degrees, switching to ILS,” Kabil said as he switched off the autopilot and tuned the radio beacon to the assigned frequency. He then turned to his copilot and said in Arabic, “Descend to seven
airport. ” Home of Samir Habib ________________________________________ Anah, Iraq Saturday, 10 November 2007 0515 Hours Local “You are up early this morning, ” said Samir Habib to his father. Both men were wearing traditional Arab robes to lessen the predawn chill along the northern Euphrates. The songbirds in the palms and olive trees were chirping and trilling. “Yes, my son, ” said Eli Yusef Habib. Then the old man added, “I had a dream...and could not go back to sleep. So I arose to pray
millions of dollars' worth of aid. We used this facility to monitor American communications—everything from satellite to their ‘long lines’ microwave telephone conversations. The USSR manned this site more than three decades with nearly two thousand technicians, engineers, analysts, and military personnel. During that period as much as 75 percent of all intercepted intelligence that was sent to Moscow originated from Lourdes.” Though he knew some of this already, the Iranian was trying hard not
the U.S. compound. Then from speaker 3: “…The Evac Team at the embassy has told the second Osprey section to stand off. They're out of AT-4s and Javelins and are calling in an F-18 to take out the truck.” Once again there was silence in the Coordination Module. On the roof of the American embassy, prone and kneeling figures were blazing away at the truck. On the screen their firing looked like sparklers on the Fourth of July. Suddenly, the screen went completely white—and then to black. There