Murray McDonald - Critical Error

“That day I left with Ben, it all became clear. I challenged him and he couldn’t deny it. He told me the plan had been drawn up many years earlier and the attack four years ago that killed all our children, including my Josh, was the trigger. Israel was not safe for her people and never would be. Enough was enough.”

“Jesus,” said Sam, still struggling to comprehend the enormity of it all.

“For the next two years or so, we’ll play the martyrs. Nobody will challenge our right to be here after being chased from our old land. After then, we’ll drop the covers and no-one will think anything of a new building here or there. It’ll be old news and let’s face it, our guys control most media outlets anyway. People will believe what we tell them. They’ll never know we orchestrated the whole thing, they’ll never know we gave the Palestinians the nuclear bombs that they chased us away with!”

“You gave them the nukes!” exclaimed Sam angrily.

“Every bit of what has happened since the attack four years ago has been part of Ararat!”

Sam shook his head, “I can’t believe you gave them five nuclear weapons, what in the hell were they thinking.”

“That they wouldn’t work, well at least they weren’t supposed to but Deif must have smelled a rat. He got a Russian nuclear scientist to re-engineer them. They would have worked better than ever.”

“Jesus Christ!” the scale of the deception and Ararat was mind blowing.

“So we didn’t get defeated, we have what we wanted. Peace!”

Sam suddenly realized. “What about your husband?”

Rebecca took his hand. “I met with him. He chose his country over me and his son many years ago and I realized I still only love one man. I know you may still have some grieving to do but I just want you to know that I’m here and waiting!”

Sam sat speechless. Before he could respond, Rebecca added with a smile,

“Just don’t take too long about it, I’m expecting your baby.”