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"Make no mistake, if any other government
knew what we have accomplished here they would attempt to get it -
or at least to shut it down - by any means necessary. That two of
our own had been compromised in the previous timeline, one taking
his own life and the other convicted of treason, we know that the
human element is our greatest vulnerability, as well as our
greatest asset."

"It is absolutely critical that we do
everything in our power to close any security crack, including
people and processes with the potential to become leaks. To this
end I have appointed a special intelligence division to be a joint
venture between the Mossad and Shin Bet. Udi Ra'am, the Mossad
agent watching the safe house in Iran, will head this division -
reporting directly to Meir and Isser who will work with him and his
team in an equal, joint capacity."

"Udi, it's a pleasure to have you join our
team." Ehud "Udi" Ra'am nodded appreciatively to the Prime
Minister. "Having been outside the shielded area when everything
went down, he's been completely updated on the events of both
timelines, as he remembers nothing of
The Project
before.
The fact that he died during what we now refer to as the
Forgotten War
has motivated Udi to great diligence." Another
smile and nod from him, this time mixed with a serious gravity.
Were he alone, he would have allowed himself to shudder, recalling
the video feeds he watched in the Negev facility's military
wing."

"Dr. Aharon Shmu'el will continue to head the
facility for biological research. Now that his team's excellent
work on the Ebola and Anthrax strains is completed - and never
happened at the same time - his facility will focus more on what
effects, if any, are associated with living tissues, such as the
citrus tree and Dr. Stauffenberg, as they relate to Quantum
Entanglements with Einstein-Rosen bridges, and etc. With the citrus
tree from the previous timeline now no longer in existence, we have
only Jeff as a baseline. We need to test as many living species,
from single cell animals to humans, cataloging the results. We also
need to learn if there is a difference in readings having landed in
an earlier time versus the same readings when returned to current
time."

"Because the other timeline never happened,
Dr. No'am Schalit was actually never recruited. Knowing what we now
know of his manipulation by Mona, we aren't risking inviting him
back into
The Project
. Same with Avi, he won't be allowed to
work with the General Staff. We wish him a satisfactory career in
the military following a different route. Dr. Mendlesøn will
continue as that facility's director. His facility will shift their
focus from the technologies that were needed for the initial
experiments into space-time manipulation to fine tuning the same,
branching out from there into developing technology for sending two
or more people with the same energy requirements or less.
Considering what happened to Jeff in Virginia we can no longer risk
sending a lone person into such a position without backup. There
must always be at least a second person as a failsafe. We also are
interested in knowing if there is a way to keep the Einstein-Rosen
bridge open, so that we could transmit audio-visual signals between
the two ends of a stable micro wormhole."

"Dr. Moshe Levin is known personally to
everybody here except for Agent Ra'am, but Udi has read his dossier
and everything associated with
The Project
. In consideration
of his age and health, Moshe retired."

"I would like to take this opportunity to
introduce Dr. Tamara Barkat, who will be assuming the Directorate
of the Negev facility. I have every confidence that Dr. Barkat will
continue, and advance, the fine work of Dr. Levin and his team. She
was one of the departmental heads of the facility, so she was
already aware of much of the work conducted therein. Since her
advancement she has been read into every detail of her
facility."

Handshakes across the small table, Dr. Barkat
already knew everybody but Udi. What she knew of him she knew she
liked him and would work well with him and all others in the
leadership.

"Let's break for lunch, meeting back here in
90 minutes to iron out the details."

The day after the leadership meeting the
Prime Minister dismissed his personal guards and chauffeur,
preferring to drive himself in an unmarked car to a secret fourth
facility, knowledge of which was kept from the personnel of the
other three. Only General Ashkelon and Agent Ra'am knew of its
purpose and location. Israel could never let itself be caught in
such a nightmare again. Proactive was the watchword, reactive no
longer being acceptable. With altering events of the past no longer
in the realm of the theoretical, the final door needing to be
unlocked is that which would allow one to step into the future.
This fourth facility held that key.

MI6 Headquarters, London,
England

"The Home Secretary and GCHQ read your report
after I passed it on to them. The Home Secretary still finds it
impossible to believe that the entire incident you described could
have transpired. His personal disbelief aside, he remains open to
the possibility. 'Six' has been tracking the players you
identified. We confirmed the DNA sample you retrieved from No'am
Shalit's room before it was sealed off in the other timeline. Your
credentials in the facility run by . . . "

"Dr. Aharon Shmu'el, ma'am."

"Yes, quite right. Your credentials with his
facility remain solid?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Fine, go back to work. We need you to find
the locations of the other facilities. Petroleum and natural gas
are a finite resource. Great Britain is facing other critical
problems too. We can't allow the Israelis to have that kind of
power over oil producing nations, let alone the entire planet. We
either stop them, or we replicate what they are doing, get
ourselves in the game."

"I understand ma'am."

"One of the men in your report, the head of
one of the other facilities of this Project, is being tracked by
members of Six as we speak. His itinerary shows he and his wife
traveling for an extended vacation. We will take him and his wife
while they are in Brazil."

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Prologue (Book Two: "Abducting the
Time Master")

"The most useful form
of time travel would be to go back a year or two and rectify the
mistakes we made."
- Matt Lucas

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Moshe and Rivka unwittingly
signed their own
death certificates with the simple act of brewing a pot of richly
aromatic Brazilian cafézihno for the Mossad agents assigned to
their night watch.

The strong coffee, which the two agents
enjoyed as a means to stay fully awake and alert during their
shift, was laced with enough Temazepam to tranquilize a mature
elephant.

Rivka couldn't fathom how the six agents, two
to each of the three round-the-clock shifts, were able to go
through the compact bags of ground coffee in a single day. Having
never developed a preference for coffee herself, she had to
acknowledge that while brewing, it did smell heavenly. She thought
she just might try some in the morning before their early hour trip
to their next destination.

The suites above and below theirs, as well as
those across the hall and on either side of their own suite, were
also occupied by Mossad agents. "If they go through coffee as
quickly as the agents assigned to our suite" she thought, "the
Brazilian coffee industry would surely welcome a repeat visit from
our group!"

The agents of the first two shifts already
went through the two bags of coffee closest to the brewing machine.
For the night shift she opened the third bag. The dry, ground beans
exuded an exquisite smell.

During their stay, the habits of the Levins,
as well as each member of their round-the-clock security detail,
was monitored from a luxury yacht registered under the flag of
Norway. The sleek yacht was anchored in the ocean a few kilometers
off Copacabana Beach, unremarkable in the sense that other yachts
dotted the sublime coastline.

In addition to satellite and video
surveillance systems running continuously on the yacht, three
people provided on-the-ground human surveillance, working vending
carts along the resort's beachfront. Rounding out the surveillance
on the Levin party, a handful of
guests
within the resort
provided on-site eyes and ears, human intelligence being something
that technological surveillance would never be able to fully
supplant.

No operation, anywhere else in the world, was
more important than this to the organization behind it. No expense
was spared, the finest deep-cover agents having been deployed to
the Levin operation.

Though hopefully not needed, two snipers were
also positioned near the resort. An agency assassin, who had proven
his value more than once before, posed as a guest in a ground floor
suite.

The following morning the Levins would take
their leave with their security detail for the bustling city of São
Paulo, before finally returning to the State of Israel.

Were they to leave before the plan was put
into action, the ability to quickly and quietly kidnap and
transport them by sea would be a complete loss. In such an instance
the less desirable, higher risk
Plan B
would have to be
initiated. From an operational perspective it was now or never.

The planning and breaching of the security of
the suite, which the Levins were renting under an assumed name,
required a sizable off-shore payoff to the General Manager of the
resort. The Human Resources Manager was also only too happy to hire
two cleaning women, sight-unseen, after his sizable debt to a
ruthless drug dealer was paid in full.

Operatives posing as part of the cleaning
crew, two empregadas: Brazilian cleaning maids, were carefully
inserted into the resort's employee staff well before the Levins'
arrival. They owed their brief employment to the drug-addicted
resort's head of Human Resources.

Assuring his continued silence, the HR
manager received an anonymous DVD in the mail. Viewing it on his
office computer, he was mortified to see that it was a video of
himself, shooting a syringe of heroine into his arm. His face was
in full view owing to the angle of the video. It was evident that
the camera had been hidden among a group of manuals, on a bookshelf
across from his desk in his office.

As the video played, a voice dubbed into it
advised him that if he were to ever say anything regarding the
hiring of the two maids to anyone who might inquire at some future
time, both his wife and employer would receive a copy of this video
for their entertainment pleasure.

More incriminating than the drug usage, at
least for his wife, was the presence of a woman shooting-up with
him. The video included some damning footage of intimate behavior
after the injections took their desired effects.

A standard background check of all employees
was conducted by a Mossad advance "Red Team" before the Levins'
trip. The advance security check team checked the resort from
rooftops to foundations, every possible point of ingress and egress
- including ventilation system, streets, airspace, neighboring
buildings, even all wiring throughout the resort.

Though each was fluent in Brazilian
Portuguese, all members of the Red Team intentionally spoke broken
Portuguese with a strong American English accent, leading a couple
of the resort employees who overhead them to assume the guests were
probably leaders of a dangerous criminal underworld enterprise.

Gossip about leaders of a murderous drug
cartel and their entourage soon to visit the resort took rapid
flight, making its way like a petroleum-fueled fire throughout the
resort. The Red Team, hearing these rumors, did nothing to disabuse
the notion; it worked to their advantage. The fact that these
menacing men didn't deny the rumors only served to fuel the fire.
Neither the General nor the Human Resources Managers doubted it for
a second. The flow of money, the paid-off drug debt and implied
blackmail of the latter served to reinforce the evolving story of
the people who booked several rooms, on three floors.

The leader of the Red Team insisted that the
General Manager impose a total hiring freeze four weeks before the
arrival of their "special guest." This demand created havoc in the
kitchen when two of the chefs summarily quit over disagreements
with management, but the money the resort paid - with the
additional offshore money the GM received - made the problem
something he was happy to work around.

The turnaround of employment for cleaning
staff was fairly high, thus the addition of the two maids two
months before the arrival date didn't raise any eyebrows, any more
than the changeover of employees in other departments. Such a
turnaround was simply the nature of the hospitality industry
everywhere. Besides, their background checks came back clean, and
the hiring moratorium for the previous month before the check-in
date of the mystery guests was strictly observed.

Before the
guests
arrived the Red Team
made another appearance, double-checking every security issue and
reviewing the files of new employees before the hiring freeze was
imposed. All was in order. The next day the Mossad moved into the
resort, further securing it and setting up audio-visual equipment
before the arrival of Moshe and Rivka the following afternoon.