before the UN, uncovering his shoulder holster and yelling “don't make me use this”. Sadat and Hussein, each portrayed a new and cultured diplomat.” Fazzi continued. “Sadat stating in that calm voice of his. “No more war! No more killing! No more grieving Egyptian and Israeli mothers! He said No more war, but also said and insisted that he wanted every bit of sacred Egyptian land back. Not one grain of Egyptian sand would he concede? By portraying himself as a pipe smoking cultured peace-loving man, he not only got them to withdraw from Egypt but he became the most dangerous enemy the Zionists ever had. He created a wedge in that solid Zionist wall. He saw and knew that the only thing that united them was their hatred of terrorists. Without that they would fall apart.”

“And is this what you are going to tell our 'friends in two weeks?” Allie asked.

“The Emirate can not do that, at least not now. They want to, but the time is not right yet. First things first - we must get complete control over all these groups. Later we can come into the open. Your work in Iraq proved it could be done. The world now thinks we can be negotiated with and trusted to keep an agreement. What will be in a few years from now-will be. In the meantime we will use Sadat's strategy, Negotiate but concede nothing and get it all!”

“Do you think it will work?”

“As long as we keep the hotheads in line, I think so. And that is our job Allie, yours, mine and also to a large part, Yussef's.” Fazzi said.

“Yussef's? How come it's his job? Is he involved in this in some way that I'm not knowledgeable of?” Allie asked, smiling to himself. Here could be the proof he needed in order to confirm his suspicions.

“Allie, Yussef is now my son. Well before I die, I will have prepared him for what he will have to do.”

“What if you die before that?”

“The Emirate knows what to do. I have set things up so they will use Yussef as a front man for international Arab charities. We have set up these agencies so that they appear to be legitimate and some of them are.” Fazzi said and then asked, “Have you arranged for the meeting place that I requested? It must be in that town I told you about.”

“Yes, but why there, there is nothing there. It is deserted. The town was bombed out almost nothing remains.”

“Yes that's why I want it there. It will only underscore the futility of all out war.” Fazzi said, “And remember no one is to know the meeting place. Our friends are to be housed in Damascus and bussed to the site.”

“Yes that part has already been arranged.”

“Well then unless there is something else you want or need to tell me, we are done for now. Again let me say that you are doing good work, I have told the Emirate how much you are assisting me and I'll see you in two weeks.” And then he hung up the phone.

About a mile away in the basement of a two-story house sitting before a bank of electronic recording equipment a young man removed his earphones and turned to his companion and said in Hebrew, “Well we know when and why. We can