in charge <strong>of</strong> security. The guard insisted on knowing the purpose <strong>of</strong>my visit."I need to talk to someone from security," I repeated, pulling outmy Israeli passport and showing it to the guard.He reached out to take it, but I put it back in my pocket. "Only tothe man in charge <strong>of</strong> security."He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone and spoke inrapid Arabic for several seconds. Then he turned to me. "Just oneminute, please. The person you wanted is on his way. Would youplease walk through the gate?" He pointed to a metal detector gate,like those used in airports, situated in the center <strong>of</strong> the hall, just by thefour stairs leading up to a second level. After going through that, I waschecked by a second uniformed guard with a hand-held detector. Atall, thin man in a dark blue suit stepped into the hall. He stopped severalfeet from me. "What can we do for you?"I took out my Israeli passport again and handed it to him. "It'smore like what can I do for vou."He opened the passport and leafed through it, looking at thephoto and again at me. A smile appeared on his face, hesitant at firstbut gradually broadening into a grin. "Would you care to follow me,please?""I'd love to."He walked up the few steps and led me to what seemed to be thequiet <strong>of</strong>fice section <strong>of</strong> the embassy. We entered a small room with adesk and several chairs around it. The curtains on the large windowwere shut, but the room was well lit. On the wall behind the desk wasa large photo portrait <strong>of</strong> King Hussein in his military uniform, smilingat the camera.The place was as foreign to me as a place could get. I had feltmore at home in the Soviet embassy. The tall, elegant man sat underthe king's portrait and pointed to the seat opposite him. He was fartoo elegant for this <strong>of</strong>fice. "Would you care for something to drink, orperhaps a snack?"I began to wonder if there was some universal law <strong>of</strong> interrogationthat stipulated subjects always be <strong>of</strong>fered food and drink first. "A c<strong>of</strong>feewould be great," I replied.He spoke to the guard who'd escorted us to the room and senthim on his way. He then put my passport on the desk in front <strong>of</strong> me."What brings you to us"-he glanced at the passport again-"Mr.0s. .. rovvasky?""Ostrovsky," I corrected him. "You could say that greed broughtme here, also a good dose <strong>of</strong> wanting revenge."IIIITHE OTHER SIDE OF DECEPTION / 147"Revenge, now there's a nice word. Who do you want to takeyour revenge upon?""My former employer.""And who might that be?""The Mossad."I could see the color <strong>of</strong> his face change from a healthy tan to adusty gray in a matter <strong>of</strong> seconds. Had I chanced upon a mole theMossad had in Jordan? That was always a possibility, albeit a remoteone. Ephraim hadn't said there were none; all he had said was that itwasn't high on the priority list. I would not live very long if this manturned out to be working for the Mossad. He got up from behind thedesk and walked to the door. "I'll be back in a minute," he said, aslight tremble in his voice. I'd clearly made an impression on the man.If he was indeed a mole and worried that I was a Mossad defectorwho could uncover him, he'd be out <strong>of</strong> the building and on his way tothe Israeli embassy, which was probably visible from the window if Imoved the curtains.I got up and stared into the hall; there was no one there. Then theguard showed up with the c<strong>of</strong>fee, putting it and a large bowl <strong>of</strong> Oreoson the table. The Oreos made me smile. They seemed out <strong>of</strong> place, justlike I was.Almost fifteen minutes later, the man returned. He had his colorback and was smiling again. "How do we know that you are who yousay you are?""I have some documentation that you can see, and I'm willing toanswer any questions that you may have."We both lit cigarettes, and the questioning started. I made it clearright <strong>of</strong>f the bat that I didn't know the names <strong>of</strong> any Mossad agents inJordan, or in any <strong>other</strong> Arab country, for that matter. Nor was I aboutto give them names or descriptions <strong>of</strong> Mossad case <strong>of</strong>ficers I'd workedwith. He was mostly interested in finding out about the Mossad's interventionin the fundamentalist movement in Jordan and what influencethe Mossad had on the political agenda <strong>of</strong> Israel. He made it very clearto me that they had no trust in the Israeli politicians who were sayingthey wanted peace, because <strong>of</strong> the leaks. He explained to me that it wasmade clear time and time again to all the Israelis they had met, thatleaking details <strong>of</strong> the meetings or even the fact that the meetings tookplace would jeopardize them and render them invalid. And yet therewasn't a single time that the details were not leaked. The only conclusionthe Jordanians could come to was that the people they were meetingwith, at great danger to themselves, were not at all sincere and thatthe day was not far when such meetings would be a thing <strong>of</strong> the past.
THE OTHER SIDE O F DECEPTIOS / 149After several hours, the man was satisfied that I was who I said Iwas. "Now I'll call my boss. He might have some questions for you."A pleasant gentleman in his late fifties entered the room. Hisreceding silver hair was neatly combed back, and beneath his shiningforehead he wore gold-rimmed glasses, a small mustache, and afriendly smile.The younger man stood to attention. "Mr. Ostrovsky, BrigadierGeneral Zuhir."The newcomer extended his arm to me. "I'm very pleased to meetyou, Victor. I hope we'll have a long and fruitful relationship." Theman was good; right <strong>of</strong>f the bat, he came across as a friend, firstimpressions and all. "I hope that my friend here has treated youwell?""Yes, indeed.""I understand from him that you're a Mossad <strong>of</strong>ficer, or rather anex-Mossad <strong>of</strong>ficer?""That's correct.""Do you know the liaison <strong>of</strong>ficer <strong>of</strong> the Mossad in Washington?""I do.""I know him too. I met him at a party at the State Department lastChristmas.""Well, that wouldn't be my friend.""Why is that?""He wasn't here last Christmas. He only came here about threemonths ago."The man smiled. It was clearly a trick question that very few peoplecould have answered correctly. "Now that I know you were amember, how do I know you are not one anymore?""You have to trust me, I guess.""What are you <strong>of</strong>fering us?""I could help bring your intelligence agency into the twentieth century,and at the same time prevent some bad things from happening toyour economy and your king."The instant I mentioned the word "king," his face turned serious."What do you mean when you say that about the king? Is there anydanger to the king?""Yes. Nothing imminent or anything that I could tell you about atthe moment. But, yes, there are those who would like to see himdead."The room fell silent. The general was thinking. The younger manstared at him, waiting for him to say or do something. The tensionwas rising; even the guard standing at the door was serious."Would you be willing to go to Amman and see someone there?""Amman?" The question came at me like a locomotive. Amman,the capital <strong>of</strong> Jordan, so close to Israel, yet so far away. How the hellwould I get there, and would I ever come back? Was there a way toget out <strong>of</strong> this? Could I say no and still pull it <strong>of</strong>f? The general couldsee I was hesitant. "Think about it. I will be here all day tomorrow,and you can call and tell me what you have decided.""If I say yes, when will I be going?""I didn't say you will, I just wanted to know if you would agree. Ihave to talk to the right people about this.""Will you be using the phone line to talk about me?""No. I will use the embassy's coded system.""Don't-that is, if you don't want to kill me. Your code was brokena long time ago, and all your 'secure' lines are anything but.""So what do you recommend?""Use your diplomatic pouch or send a messenger.""That will take longer."I got up. "I'll call you tomorrow with my answer. I don't really seeany problems. I might just need some guarantees.""Okay. Until tomorrow, then.""One more thing. Would you see what you can do to take care <strong>of</strong>my greed, should things work out?""Don't worry. We will not leave you hanging, if you will pardonthe expression." He and the <strong>other</strong>s smiled, but I couldn't get myself todo so. "What will you call yourself when you call?" the general asked.I thought for a moment. "Isa. I'll say it's Isa.""See you soon then, Isa." The general smiled and walked out <strong>of</strong>the room. The younger man escorted me to the front door. "Should Icall you a cab?"Getting into a cab out<strong>side</strong> the Jordanian embassy, right acrossfrom, the Israeli embassy, was definitely not a good idea. "Could yougive me a ride instead?"We went to his car around the back, and he drove me to the nearestsubway station. I gave him the address <strong>of</strong> the hotel and my roomnumber in case they needed to get in touch with me in a hurry. Then Igot out <strong>of</strong> the car as fast as I could and entered the station. The ballwas rolling; I'd hit it halfway across the court, and now I would waitand see what would become <strong>of</strong> it.
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