The September Directive Book Announcement
Tuesday, October 23, 2007 8:06:00 PM
by les aaron
|The book is a novel based on what might happen if bin Laden and Al Qaeda come back to the US. It is an adventure story that shows the interplay of our portective agencies, the administration and the forces of Jihad joined in a threat now that we are poorly prepared to address and it goes through a detective story to understand the motives, the strategies, how they will implement them and why.
“The September Directive”
By Les Aaron
A Novel Where Cowboy Politics, misplaced
priorities and the return of the Jihadists Keeps The Action
Moving at a Feverish Pace...
A young unsmiling man in a dark tailored suit stood outside and greeted each of the three men in turn, asking for their identification, before passing them through . All of the men there wore dark, somber suits with neutral or dark ties with white shirts and plain toed black shoes…
Proceeding from the doorway, it was like going through a funnel that opened to reveal a plain dark mahogany door on the far side…
The three men entered the darkened hallway in silence and passed through the mahogany door… Inside, they found a maroon wool carpeting covering the floor of what appeared to be a windowless room square in dimension and undistinguished except for a long table and a rack of chairs standing alongside.
Another man dressed the same way as the man who had earlier reviewed their credentials stood in the rear of the room with his legs apart and his hands folded behind him. A speaker phone was clipped on to his ear.
The men filed in one after the other.
Each proceeded to pick up an aluminum chair and move it to one side of the table. The only sound was the squeaking of chairs.
No one spoke.
There was nothing on the functional office style table except a single white phone and three pads with pencils. . The short blond man stared at the phone as if he could will it to ring…
The men sat in silence and avoided each other’s eyes. It was as if they were participating at a wake and in some ways, it was precisely that…
You could literally hear a pin drop.
After several minutes, the older man with the black rimmed eyes and sorrowful expression sighed audibly and then spoke,
“The Dutchman said they were missing….”
None of the men’s expressions changed appreciably except for the glint of recognition in their eyes….
The shorter, solidly built man with the blond hair and the brush cut sitting at the opposite end of the table twisted in his seat and said, “Shouldn’t we have anticipated that?...”
“Even if we had, what could we have done about it?,” replied the man with the dark rimmed eyes…
Nobody responded. The other man just sat there.
You could hear the clock ticking.
There was a heaviness in the air that was tangible.
The tall man with the gray hair and sloping shoulders , who had not spoken before, opened a little leather bag that he had been holding as if it contained precious jewels, he said, “It is time.”
He did something cryptic to the little box with the stylus he was carrying and then returned it to his pocket.
The other men looked at him and nodded imperceptibly but said nothing. Their eyes seem to say it all. They had failed to stop the attackers before they could launch; now their work would be cut out for them—all three bore a responsibility and it was taking its toll..
The tall man with gray hair, who seemed to speak for the rest, looked around to make sure the door was closed and the room secure and said, “I expect you all to go to Zulu now on my count. “3, 2, 1 go.... The mechanisms must be put into place immediately.”
He looked around somewhat wearily declared: “We can accomplish nothing further here, gentlemen…”
That seemed to be a signal for other two men to stand up and leave the gray colorless room without uttering another word.
After the other two men left, the tall man with the gray hair made a call on his cell phone to a number he had memorized a long time ago….
“Hello, Herb here…”
“Herb, this is Connelly….
It has begun.”
For a moment there was silence.
The man called Goodwell replied, “I understand. The game is in play.”
The tall man with the gray hair hung up and continued walking to the street car off in the distance.
His name was Mitchell Connelly and he was the number two man at the FBI and head of the new Antiterrorist Task Force.
And so began the most ambitious pursuit ever undertaken by the most clandestine antiterrorism forces operating under the aegis of the US government later to be known as the September Directive, buried deep in both the CIA and FBI archives…
And yet it is a tribute to these dedicated men that very few details would ever to come to light.
Before it would end, hearts would beat faster and many people would be sacrificed as the world stood a heart beat away from chaos and destruction.