other-side-of-deception-victor-ostrovsky

Ireached the academj- and ran into the building, my coat over myhead for protection from the rain.Dov, our training instructor. looked angry-not an expression regularlyseen on his rounded face. He stopped me several feet from thecoffeepot."Where the hell have you been?""Did we have a date?" I asked."1 don't need a date to fuck you." He had a point, and also myattention. "I'm talking about last night?''I paused, looking at the ceiling. "You missed me? I'm touched.""You weren't home when I called.""You called me at home?" I felt a mixture of fear and guilt. "Whatdid you tell Aella?""Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you.""What am I supposed to tell her now?""If you'd been there, yon wouldn't have to tell her anything."Dov had broken the basic unwritten rule of camaraderie in theMossad: He'd called an officer's home when there was no urgent reasonto do so, and it seemed he had not even covered for me once herealized I was not there. I was furious. "Fuck you, who made you thesheriff? Trust me, Dov, coul cillh higy younzu [every dog has his day].I'll find a time to look for you too."1 poured myself a cup of coffee. "Okay, now you found me. Whatdo you want anyway? I don't have all day." This was getting far morecomplicated than 1 thought."What did you think you were playing at last night, with thecops?" Dov was trying to keep his voice down..'Kothing. They took me for a ride and then brought me back,Ivhv?"-1s that how you deal with hostile pc~lice? After years of training,that is all you came up with? 'Are you talking to me?"'"Are you talking to me?""Don't start with me. You're walking the edge and you know it,so don't push me."I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him to the comer of theroom. I leaned over closer to him and spoke in a low voice. "Listen tome, Dov. You're on loan to the ,Mossad from internal security becauseof your expertise in operational security, right?"He nodded."I'm a Mossad officer. In a few weeks I will be posted, and even ifI'm not, I'm still a colonel [the rank I had received in Mossad]. I outrankyou ten times." He tried to pull awa); but I held on. "You cantell me whatever you want, that's your job. However, if you don'twant me to break your neck, and trust me I will, you'll treat me withrespect. Am I making myself clear?""Get your hands off me." He backed up."You'll get my report shortly, and if you don't like what you read,you can do whatever you bloody want. Now, if you'll forgive me, Ihave a coffee to drink." I walked hack to the main area.There were some loose ends I had to tie up, which was the reasonI had come to the academy in the first place. It had to do with a conferencethat had taken place the previous month at the Country ClubHotel, across from the academy on the highway to Haifa. The conferencehad hosted the representatives of the South Korean UnificationChurch of Reverend Sun Myung Moon, known as Moonies, and theirmotley group of associates. Meetings had taken place with right-wingKnesset members and some military personnel. Also taking part onour side were representatives of the intelligence community and dignitariessuch as Yehuda Blum, the former Israeli ambassador to the UN.An ex-colonel from the Korean central intelligence agency (KCIA) andseveral retired American generals were there too. One man I reallycouldn't stand was a Frenchman called Pierre Ceylac, who was amember of an extreme right-wing French fascist party. The man constantlywanted me to get him things. He thought that liaison meanthaving a servant or something. He had placed a request with theMossad for a computer program that would help him communicateand store data. Ceylac needed to keep the data secure from the Frenchsecret service. I was supposed to get the program that had been modi-