Intercept
By Thom Tate
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Black Ops Agent Blake MacKay never anticipated becoming a former ally's target, but his life takes a dangerous turn when he's caught in their sights. After Iran's ex-nuclear guru resurfaces to lead a new nuclear weapons program, Mossad dispatches elite sniper Solomon Zinn to eliminate him. However, Ansar al-Sharia, the former Benghazi militant group, also has their sights set on Fallahi, and they'll stop at nothing to get him.
As tensions mount and the race to capture Fallahi heats up, Special Clandestine Agent Blake MacKay is sent to Vienna to intercept him before either group can carry out their plans. But when Blake discovers that his Mossad adversary is also a former lover, he'll need to devise an elaborate deception to complete his mission.
With all three factions descending on Vienna, chaos erupts in this gripping spy novella.
When the three competing forces descend on Vienna, all hell breaks out in this thrilling spy novella.
Thom Tate
I am an emerging writer in the Spy Thriller space. All my stories revolve around my main character, Blake MacKay. He has been described by reviewers as a cross between James Bond and Jason Bourne. Young, intelligent, and very deadly. Blake works for the Office of Clandestine Affairs at the CIA.My series, "Covert World" is currently made up of five ebook novellas and one full-length novel that can be purchased as a paperback or downloaded as an ebook. I am currently working on my second novel, Deep Rising and hope to have it finished this year (2023)If you like Vince Flynn, Brad Thor, and the like, then I think you'll enjoy these. The books, in order, are; "CzechMate", "Meltdown", "The 4th Strike", "Intercept" and "Red Storm" (avail. now on Amazon). "Intercept" and "Red Storm" are my personal favorites.My full novel called is "Spear Garden", and gives you a full experience into the world of clandestine operations.I am currently an independent author and do my own marketing by using Facebook, Twitter, and independent author sites. Any help that I can get is sincerely appreciated. If you've read any of my books and you enjoyed them, please write a review on the site that you've purchased them from. This helps me in more ways than you can imagine.Look for "Deep Rising", coming late 2023Thank you for your support.
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Intercept - Thom Tate
CHAPTER ONE
VIENNA, AUSTRIA
01:19 (23:19 GMT)
July 18th
The night was comforting. It enveloped the room like a warm blanket and provided a veil of safety. The glow of the streetlamps reflected off the damp pavement and spilled into the room like a ribbon of light, illuminating Solomon’s M89SR sniper rifle, resting on the makeshift table.
The rain had stopped more than an hour ago, but the sound of water dripping down the gutters outside the open window provided a soothing atmosphere. It was late; she was tired, and she’s been waiting for close to twelve hours. She’d chosen a room on an empty floor of a multi-purpose building in the Griechengasse, a small shopping area catering in the most part to tourists. Below were apartments, small shops, and restaurants, the kind putting out spinning postcard holders on the sidewalk. They invited customers in with the sound of traditional Bavarian music and the smell of fresh pretzels.
The conditions weren’t ideal, but she’d been in far worse. From her vantage point, she could make out the entire front of the Hotel Austria across the street. The location where her mark would arrive.
She spit out the last of her fingernail, a nervous bad habit she had no intention of breaking. To quell the butterflies and hunger she was experiencing, she moved over to the wooden crate she used as a table. With a sigh, she opened the Styrofoam container that had been there for hours. Rigor mortis had set in on the remnant of her sandwich. What had been hot had cooled and the cold fruit salad was room temperature. Her stomach growled, and Solomon devoured her leftovers.
Resting her fork on the makeshift table, she finished eating the last of the warm fruit, and cringed after washing it down with cold coffee. She shuddered.
Disgusting!
The sound of splashing water, forced out from beneath rolling tires, alerted her. She grabbed her M89SR sniper rifle and chambered a round as she hurried over to the window. A black Mercedes sedan followed by two silver Range Rover SUVs came into view. Adrenaline pumped through her veins and an overwhelming feeling of confidence pushed away her nervousness. This was it. The wait was over.
Two blocks away and around the corner sat a white Citroën panel van, outfitted to resemble a Deutsche Telekom utility truck. They had decked it out with ladders and tools of the trade, laying orange cones on the road to further disguise its true intent as the three men waited for their spotter to return.
The side door to the van slid open and Marid Kanaan stepped inside—out of breath. Light reflected off his water-soaked orange vest, part of their uniform to look authentic. The driver wore a bright green vest, while Abir and Marid wore orange. Safar, the man in the passenger seat, wore yellow.
They’re stopping now.
Abir checked his watch. How many?
I do not know, but there are three vehicles.
Abir Mammeri was not a tall man, but what he lacked in stature, he replaced with his passion.
He backhanded Marid across the face. You fool! How are we supposed to do this if we do not know what we’re up against?
I am sorry, Abir, I can go back and—
No! It is too late. Allah is on our side and he will ensure we are victorious.
Abir was the nephew of Mohamed Alzahabi, the leader of the now-infamous Ansar al-Sharia extremist group. Mohamed took Abir in when he was three, after his father died.
In the early eighties, President Reagan had ordered any Libyan plane venturing beyond the Line of Death
, an imaginary line extending twelve miles off the coast of Libya, to be shot down. Two F-14 Tomcats had shot Abir’s father, a Libyan fighter pilot, out of the sky when he had ventured beyond the line. As a result, Abir fell into the hands of his extremist uncle and his hatred for the West was born.
Abir said a brief prayer for the success of their mission and to protect the lives of his four-man team. The men pulled black masks over their heads and chambered rounds into their weapons.
Abir tapped the driver on the shoulder. Faadi, let’s go.
Solomon peered through her rifle’s scope and fixed it on her target.
Mohsen Fallahi’s work on uranium enrichment in the higher echelons of Iran’s nuclear program, was comparable to Robert Oppenheimer’s in the 1940s, in terms of its audacity and scope.
In 2006, Fallahi had fallen off the grid and was presumed dead.
The re-emergence of Fallahi and the stall of diplomatic efforts to contain Iran’s nuclear ambitions, had instigated Mossad to act. It was Solomon’s task to eliminate the bastard before he could start.
With both eyes open, she kept a fix on the back of the Mercedes sedan, her right eye peering through her scope. Solomon placed her finger on the trigger.
Four men in black suits exited the closest Range Rover while the doors of the Mercedes remained closed. Three of the eight men approached the passenger side rear door. One was bald, and the other sported a long ponytail. They faced each other, making a path for Fallahi. The third one, sporting a long black beard, stood to the side, his head on a swivel. The fourth one wore a traditional Iranian black cap and walked into the hotel.
Solomon targeted the second SUV. Of the two she could see, they looked to be wearing more traditional clothes. The driver wore a black turban, while the rear passenger had on a colorful red vest. The two others were out of her view.
The driver’s door of the Mercedes opened, and a massive man exited. He walked to the rear of the car and opened the trunk.
Dammit!
Solomon removed her finger from the trigger and stared out across the street. The trunk was now blocking her view, and a slight wave of panic washed over her, as she feared she wouldn’t get a clean shot.
The hulk of a man removed a bag from the trunk and closed it. Solomon settled down, peered back through her scope, and placed her finger back on the trigger.
After an interminable wait, the rear passenger door opened, and Mohsen Fallahi stepped out of the car. Solomon put her crosshairs in the dead center of Fallahi’s head. She took a deep breath, held it—
Machine gun fire shattered the quiet of the night, startling Solomon. The result was her shot went wide and far to the left, ripping through the black bearded one’s chest.
Solomon gazed in disbelief as a lone Citroën van squealed to a