The Moriah Ruse recounts a story of modern day espionage minus the fantasy portrayal of James Bond or Jason Bourne. Marvin Wiebener presents his characters realistically. Readers will not only identify with their humaness but enjoy the tale they are inextricably immersed in.
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The Moriah Ruse
CIA Director, Margaret Winters, attended the morning intelligence briefing in the situation room as she’d done everyday since Iran’s President made public his threat to wipe Israel off the map. The Moriah Ruse recounts the very real and complex nature of Winters’s nearly impossible task of providing the President of the United States who is under pressure to intercede, with actionable information. The President had made it clear, no American combatant would set foot on, fly over or park a naval ship off their coast until absolute and irrefutable proof existed that Iran was an imminent threat. In The Moriah Ruse, author Marvin Wiebener takes the reader through the grueling, dangerous and heart wrenching quest for intelligence that could cost lives but stop a war. Winters had her marching orders, trouble was, a senior CIA official along with an overly ambitious congressman wanted the Director to fail. Aware of her detractors wishes Director Winters crafts a plan to secure proof the president needs that bypassed the customary collection and analysis of raw intelligence. Her proposal shocked everyone in the tight circle of those with a need-to-know and when the plan appeared to go terribly wrong she took matters into her own hands.
Wiebener presents this true to life story of a clandestine mission without the use of high-tech, hero ladened make believe. This is fiction, but fiction that mirrors the lives of people who keep us safe, people whose stories will never be told.
"Bill's right, the US can't afford another war right now, but at the same time,we can't afford to let our guard down." Margaret Winters was the quintessential professional, nature and nurture had crafted a rare human being. The men in the room knew that, but nevertheless, it was difficult for some to take her seriously. Many of her male contemporaries hovered around her in some primal protective mode, that behavior irritated Winters more than those who treated her with indifference. She didn't allow the male ego, or the usual testosterone-charged conflicts, to intimidate her personally or to sway her thinking. "We must enter into this operation swiftly and with unprecedented stealth."