On a silent lane in Tel Aviv, two men sat silently inside a parked car. The dashboard clock displayed 16:28

Benjamin lit a cigarette and started to roll down the window when a stern look from Yossi stopped him. Those were not their real names.

Cigarette fumes filled the car’s interior.

Yossi sent a short message using a stolen mobile.

They were all set.


Few more minutes!

Benjamin’s eyes strayed towards the young woman outside. Smiling pleasantly, she knocked on their window miming ‘smoke’.

He nonchalantly rolled the window down and stared into the muzzle of her Uzi Submachine gun.

Mossad knew.

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Photo Credit: Kent Bonham

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