16. It has to fall

Friday, October 3, 2024. 11:00 hours.

After several last-minute changes in date and time, a monographic meeting on Ketiris was finally being held at the Mossad headquarters in Tel Aviv. The Israeli Institute of Intelligence and Special Operations had been trying for decades to penetrate the heart of the country of slaves and unravel its information control systems. They had employed all kinds of strategies, from attempting to ally with some discontented popular faction (which they never found) to using spy satellites or trying to introduce guerrillas, all in vain. In a small room, a man and a woman were exchanging news and outlining strategic plans.

"Do we have what we wanted?" asked the woman in a calm but authoritative voice. She was a tall, elegant, still beautiful blonde woman, dressed in a jacket and pencil skirt. Her hair was perfectly styled and dyed, and her flawless makeup accentuated her harmonious face.

"No, commander," replied the man, who was wearing a captain's uniform. "As you know, our contact sent us encrypted information, and we were able to deactivate the interference network a few months ago. At that moment, we launched the drones from a nearby ship, triangulating the surface of the main island; we almost mapped it completely, but we couldn’t scan the security protocols, nor run the forced key opening algorithms; and our enemies restored the system before the drones could move to the other smaller islands in the archipelago."

"So, do we have an operational map of the main island?" inquired the commander.

"We have mapped approximately three-quarters of the main island, Alfar, but at a low level of detail. That allows us to know the location of buildings, roads, natural resources... but not the underground infrastructures or relevant technological points like power plants, transport lines, antennas, etc."

"But our teams have monitored the encrypted frequency system from the very beginning; it's impossible that they didn’t have a lot of valuable information for our technicians," the woman pointed out again.

"Of course, commander; it's not that the drones weren't doing their job. From the outset, they collected the information we are interested in; in fact, they acted as a parallel processing computer that, relentlessly, decrypts the entire ketirí system; with that information, we own the country; we can penetrate it at will. Creating that decryption and neutralization computer system has taken us years; it's the project of my life."

"And then? Wasn't that exactly what we needed to know?" asked the commander.

"The drones performed perfectly... but when they were about to send the information to our base, the enemy restored the interference system, and they could no longer send anything, except for the preliminary images of the island mapping; in fact, they even lost flight control, fell to the ground, and most likely were dismantled and destroyed," the military admitted.

"Fantastic," the woman said ironically. "We have failed after four years of attempts and huge expenses. And now Israel's priorities are elsewhere; the international community is pressing us more and more over the Palestinian issue, Lebanon and Iran are two enormous headaches, this was our last opportunity."

"Everything can still be saved, commander," her interlocutor dared to reply. "Remember we have a first-level contact embedded in the country."

"Do you mean he has not been detected by ketirí intelligence? Don’t they suspect they have a traitor paid by us?"

"It seems that way. They haven’t discovered him. He is skillfully moving within the very core of the slave power; in fact, he is already a powerful person, although he will continue to climb the ranks within the power system."

"Is he a person respectful of the true faith?" the commander wanted to know.

"No, he is gentile. His motives are not honorable, but the important thing is that he will serve our purposes."

"How does he plan to act?"

"He will take control of the ketirita shipments. This will allow him to sabotage the interference control from within, but in an irreversible way. He has certain technical and calculation skills; he is intelligent."

"What happened to the Russian spy we sent as a decoy?" she asked again.

"He has been discovered and neutralized; one more loss."

"We have to crush that ridiculous country. It has managed to get China to agree to trade with it, and for Europeans and Yankees to look the other way, but we will make them bite the dust."

"You are right, commander. A place where there are slaves is repugnant; we cannot allow that iniquity."

"No, captain, that is not the reason. We have God on our side; we are the Chosen People; that is why we can and must remove the last Palestinian from our sacred land; they are not like us; no people is like us, we cannot depend on the judgment of the gentiles. In Ketirandia, there are no Jews, there haven't been any for centuries; this country handles so much money that its income is possibly the highest in the world, and it is not subordinate to anything or anyone; even we, blessed Israel, have to submit to the opinion of the United Nations; we have had to sign absurd treaties in which we say we recognize and respect what we will never recognize or respect. But that doesn’t happen with Ketirandia, and why? Because of its riches. Yahweh granted us this world and its gifts so that we could make use of them; it’s time we take the ketirita, and we will show no more mercy to the wicked of that country than to the wicked Muslims who dirty the soles of our boots with their blood. For all this, captain, Ketirandia must fall; for this, not for anything related to slavery."

"It will fall, commander, it will fall. It must fall."