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  “I am Mansour, Take the first flight from Nice to Rome and then from there to Jeddah, don’t tell anyone and do not take your phone, I will see you at Jeddah with Eyad, Sawsan and Jumana, Love you”

  Her tears continued as she leaned her head on the plane’s window, she did not know that this was a plan to save everyone from the grip of one of the most ruthless secret organizations, a plan created by her husband in cooperation with an Efreet from the jinn universe.

  Mr. Mansour Al-Zaydi was no less worried for the safety of his wife, he was heading north on the highway at maximum speed in his Lamborghini that Eyad had gifted him for his 60th birthday, he was heading to the spot that he had told Hawjan to meet him at after he was able to shake off the thugs; Mansour was thinking in a way that would suggest he had dealt with them before… or worked for them. Heading to the airport or the Saudi embassy in Paris was equivalent to surrendering themselves to that organization, as they would expect all of those possibilities and will monitor all roads leading there, the alternative was to insure Mrs. Manal’s return via Roma, and head to the Saudi embassy at Brussels while getting rid of any phones that the organization could use to track them. Everything went exactly according to plan, but Mr. Mansour noticed a helicopter appear in the horizon behind them, his throat arteries swollen announcing his worry:

  “Impossible!”

  Sawsan who was holding her child in the front seat shared Mr. Mansour his worry:

  “Dad? What happened?!”

  “They sent a helicopter to track us, how could they locate us?! We left all our phones, search your clothes and Jumana’s cloths, there must be a tracking device!”

  Sawsan went hysterically through her clothes and Jumana’s, and then shouted when she remembered the Little Ponies bracelet that Binyameen gave to Jumana… the ripped it off and was about to throw it out the window but Mr. Mansour shouted to stop her:

  “Don’t throw it! Quickly hand it over to me!”

  Mr. Mansour toke the bracelet and sped up to get closer to his target, the truck in front of him! He drove by its side and threw the bracelet at it then turned right to pass through Ermenonville Forest.

  Reaching his friend Christopher Augustin’s farm through the Ermenonville Forest added an extra two hours to their trip, he carefully pulled up to the hut’s door, and before he got out of his Lamborghini Christopher’s voice echoed, he had not seen his Frensh friend for years:

  “Last I saw you, you were a young man, now you return an old man with his grandchildren!”

  Mansour let got of his worry and embraced his old friend:

  “From what I recall you had more hair Christopher, what remained of it lost its golden shine”

  “Brauds prefer mature men by dear!”

  Their laughter encouraged Sawsan, so she carried Jumana and approached to greet Mr. Christopher:

  “This is Sawsan, Eyad’s wife, and that is Jumana my granddaughter… Jumana, say hi to uncle Christopher”

  Jumana crossed her legs and as she greeted him:

  “Happy to meet you Mr. Christopher”

  As she stood up right, she heard a familiar voice:

  “Jumana!”

  He ignored Christopher’s instructions not to come out and ran to hug Jumana:

  “Elyaseen! What are you doing here?!”

  Maram came out leaning on Jumara, Sawsan rushed to hug them; Christopher looked at Mansour by the edge of his eye and smiled as he said:

  “I thought you got old for adventures; you owe me plenty of stories from what I gather”

  Mansour felt a lot of relief when he saw Maram and Jumara, but a question was nagging at him, and before he asked Jumara answered him as she tried to control her tears:

  “Hawjan went to Eyad and Husam, he received a message from Binyameen!”

  The calls and messages between Sawsan and Hawjan before he got to Paris were the keys Binyameen needed to decipher the mystery, after he saw Elyassen, Jumara, Hawjan and Jumara vanish in the camera recordings from the Marriot Hotel, he now needed to locate those “beings” and communicate with them… the answers came to his through Elyana’s investigation… this so called Hawjan was the key to the mystery!

  “Husam and Eyad’s lives are in danger, follow this link to save them”

  An abrupt message that he sent to Eyad’s old phone registered under the name Dr.EZ was enough to force Hawjan to leave Jumara, Maram and Elyaseen in the care of Mr. Christopher after they were able to shake off the thugs following them and ditched the ambulance, Jumara then possessed Maram and Hawjan pretended to be her husband looking for a car to take them back to their farm.

  Hawjan rushed towards the live location that was sent by Binyameen, he only carried the phone and the gun he confiscated from the thug at the ambulance, and plenty of worry. The point was approaching fast, it was near a location he knew well… his home… Hindabah.

  “Binyameen, we are getting too close to the territorial waters of Saudi Arabia”

  Elyana was nervous as she flew the Stealth Bomber towards the point where Hawjan’s calls originated.

  “That is why I chose the Stealth Bomber, so that we can finish the mission without bothering the radars, but the idiots in the ministry of defense insisted on sending an escort of F-35”

  “Are you really convinced that someone will show up to save Husam and Eyad?”

  “We will shortly know for certain, I sent my message to the ghost Hawjan more than an hour ago, if he could teleport, he would have shown up by now, we must end everything immediately”

  The fleet of the Stealth Bomber and the two F-35 fighters were passing by Tiran island, carrying two capsules designed for deep see missions, Eyad was in one and Husam was in the other, they were programed to head towards the remote island of Tiran.

  Binyameen was not planning of suffocating Eyad and Husam in the depths of the Red Sea, the original plan was to put them in extreme situations to provoke Husam’s super abilities to surface, but the adjustments to the plan occurred when Hawjan came into the picture, the two capsules will land on the coastline of Tiran island that occupies the same space as Hindabah does in the other dimension. Binyameen swallowed his sorrow and worry to prevent them to show in his tone of voice as he said:

  “Connect me to Husam and Eyad, I need to bod them fair well, even if they were lucky enough to survive, I don’t think I would be so lucky!”

  Binyameen sent his message through the speakers in the capsules holding Eyad and Husam, Husam alone received it since Eyad was still unconscious; he then looked at Elyana who held the controls and commanded her to release the capsules after he lost hope in Hawjan showing up.

  But before Elyana executed his commands, something slammed into the bomber’s glass! Just a sound without any object, it made Elyana twitch and dive the plane as an impulsive reaction, while Binyameen’s smile toke over his entire face as he shouted:

  “Finally!”

  Bangs came in droves, Elyana started to panic and Binyameen got ecstatic, their panic and ecstasy got to its peak when the source of the banging appeared, Hawjan who started to materialize holding onto the edge of the glass in front of Binyameen with his right hand and in his other hand he held the gun that he smashed with all his might on to the glass, Elyana screamed as she sharply turned the plane forcing Hawjan to let go… and vanish from sight.

  Another scream echoed, but this time over the com system coming from the F-35 pilot:

  “Damn it! What was that?! It is shooting at me!”

  The bullets bounced of the fighter’s glass, Hawjan tried again, but this time he pointed at the jet engine, his bullets ran out, but none of them did any damage. Hawjan’s grip tightened on the plane in his last hope to reach Eyad and Husam, with all his anger and fury he released a thundering scream between dimensions, the pilot was pushing the engines to the limits:

  “We received orders to retreat and return to base immediately, I repeat retr…”

  His voice was cut off, in fact the entire plane was
ripped apart! Its nose vanished with parts of its wing and engine…

  It went to the jinn dimension for less than a second then it reappeared again to smash into its other half and falling into a fire ball towards the beaches of Tiran.

  “Elyana, release the capsules!”

  Commanded Binyameen as he secured his seat belts, Elyana who was overwhelmed with terror ignored him, Binyameen reached his hand to the control panel to launch the capsules, Elyana grabbed his hand in objection, but he harshly pushed her aside as he said:

  “He has come for them; you have to get rid of them if you are scared of facing an Efreet”

  The capsules launched and dove several meters into the Red Sea before it adjusted its direction towards Tiran coastline.

  Binyameen, as usual, ignored the orders from central command. He ejected himself from the bomber in the final chain of terrifying event for Elyana, his seat was ejected, and its parachute unfolded, and he floated calmly down to the beach of Tiran following Husam and Eyad’s capsules. His joy as he stepped in sea water heading closer to the two capsules far exceeded the joy of a bride on her wedding day to the prince of her dreams, he cam down on his knees, and started by opening Eyad’s capsule then Husam’s all the while laughing hysterically as he repeated:

  “I knew I was right! My mind never failed me!”

  As soon as he opened Husam’s capsule, a kick threw him on its glass nose, he turned and said:

  “We meet at last my friend”

  Hawjan who had materialized without taking any form, held Binyameen from his shirt and screamed in his face:

  “Here I am you damn psycho! What do you want from me?!”

  Binyameen surrendered to Hawjan’s grip, and looked through the emptiness where the voice came, his eye gears were turning wildly trying to capture any signal:

  “Your existence is enough… you are my proof! You are the doorway between the world and the metaphysics”

  Hawjan’s anger threw a punch into Binyameen’s gut, bit the latter did not allow it to pass this time, he still retained his blind insight that allowed him to see sound and movement, Binyameen held Hawjan’s unseen wrist:

  “Who are you Hawjan? What are you?”

  Hawjan’s face slowly started to form, Binyameen’s gears went mad with anticipation, and its crystal lens widened when Hawjan’s features became visible as he materialized in our world while saying with harsh anger:

  “All you need to know now is that I will pluck your neck if anyone got heart!”

  *****

  Mansour and Christopher sat on the porch overlooking the latter’s farm, they watched Jumana and Elyaseen has they played with joy with Vital the dog who was larger than the both of them combined.

  “Ah my old friend, tell me your story, I suspect it would be way crazier and exciting than your youthful adventures, please do not disappoint”

  He lit the flames in his pipe in anticipation, his statement forced a smile upon Mansours face, so he replied:

  “The issue is not in the amount if excitement, but in its believability, I promise you, I myself find it har to believe my own eyes”

  “I hope this has nothing to do with your old friends”

  “I suspect that they are the ones after us”

  “What?! I thought you cut all your ties with the group since the nineties”

  “That was youthful recklessness, the propaganda around the masonic movement was enticing as much as it was terrifying, but I was encouraged when I found out that prominent social and religious figures had joined them”

  “I don’t know what came over you! Such a unique successful person as yourself does not need to join a movement to achieve his dreams”

  “I joined the Frensh Latin Masonic house because it was more refined than its counter Scottish Anglo American counterpart, it represents the left labral wing of the Freemasons”

  “But of course, everything that is Frensh is superior to its English counterpart no doubt… but Freemasons are Freemasons”

  “By the time I made it to level three I started to discover that their slogans were nothing but a vail for the disasters that only a select few of their ranks ever get to see, that is why I decided to stop fooling myself, from the moment I was enlisted in their ranks they claimed that the objective of joining is to make me a better human; to strengthen my connection with God and my family, and to improve my performance at work and my interactions with people; all of those fluffy claims dissolved within their suspicions rituals and the excessive secrecy even amongst themselves, I became confidant that they were involved in a lot of crimes, so I decided to cut my ties with them”

  “I think that entering their brotherhood is much easier than exiting”

  “Exiting the brotherhood means to get your throat slit or hanged, those are the terms of joining, they did threaten me several times, but their taste for assassinations had receded, there was a time when they would not think twice to take out presidents and kings, but today they are struggling to fix their image, they try to maintain their grip in a time where awareness is flooding the world and the weapon of secrecy and pushing lies became worthless. But their beef this time is not with me, but with Eyad and his wife Sawsan, the bombing of the Marriot was a cover up for kidnapping them”

  “But Terrorist groups have already claimed responsivity for the bombing!”

  “Terrorist groups, secret organizations, crime families… all different names of the thugs who feed on the blood, money and freedom of the innocent , what worries me is their persistence for abducting Eyad and Sawsan, a suicide mission, attacking a hospital, chasing me with a helicopter, what drives them to risk their secrecy and provoking the Frensh government?”

  Christopher’s eyes widened and he almost choked on his pipe’s smoke:

  “And what do you plan on doing? How will you shake them off?”

  “Tomorrow I will head to the Saudi embassy in Brussels to secure our return to Jeddah”

  “What about Eyad?”

  “They abducted Eyad long before the explosion and took him to Israel…”

  “What I do not understand is your friend Joe… Joehan?”

  “Hawjan”

  “Whatever… did he really go to Israel to help Eyad? How? Is he not Saudi? Therefore, he can’t enter Israel?”

  Mansour smiled as he joked:

  “You can consider him from another universe”

  *****

  Sunset in a remote island like Tiran means that the night will ingulf everything, and nothing will escape its darkness save for the chandelier decorating it with holes the maximum they can do is separate the decorated sky from the dark earth. Silence was expected after the horrors that they’ve just been through, Husam gathered his breath while Eyad was regaining his consciousness as a result of the drugs pumped through his veins, Hawjan let go of his form and Binyameen ignored all the possibilities that he was going to face; they sat facing the sea who’s waves played a symphony that was not appropriate for the tense discussion:

  “I think that your experiments are over now Mr. Binyameen, now that we ended up here on this remote island with no living beings other than ourselves”

  Husam stated in a tone torn between anger and fatigue, Binyameen responded:

  “I thought this island was inhabited, otherwise, how did Hawjan call Sawsan from here?”

  Eyad’s eyes widened as he yelled:

  “What? Hawjan, is he…”

  “Sawsan knows everything! Relax they are all safe now, I left them with…”

  “Hawjan we are being watched”

  Husam said interrupting Hawjan as he recalled Binyameen’s signal to him at that burger place, he deduced that someone was monitoring everything his bionic eye was transmitting, but Binyameen replied assuring:

  “I turned my eye off the moment I saw Hawjan, relax”

  “And you expect us to trust you after attempting to kill us several times you despicable Zionist scum?!”

  Shouted Eyad who would have
jumped to snap Binyameen’s neck had he not been so severely injured, the latter replied:

  “You have the right to curse at me but never call me a Zionist! It dishonors me to be affiliated with a group that survives on killing the innocent and its interests are in destroying the world”

  “Is this a new scam?!”

  “Binyameen is not lying now”

  Replied Hawjan who knew Binyameen was being truthful because of his balanced aura, Binyameen went on:

  “When my father died; thy scammed my mother into moving from LA and settling in Israel, she had no choice really after his legacy as a movie maker in Hollywood turned into debt, the only thing he left her was a fetus who was fated to be born before the end of his seventh month as a result of the horrors that she had witnessed at the settlements, I lost my sight because of the stupid mistake of the nurse who ignored covering my eyes that had not been developed properly yet! My mother became a thorn in their sides, she participated in all anti-Zionist movements, produced several documentaries exposing their crimes, signed pacts with holocaust survivors’ families in support of Gaza and how the Zionists have been using their story as a justification for their crimes. She would rush with her jeep into warzones after every bombardment that targeted civilians neighborhoods to help save survivors; and that got her into heated arguments and fights with Israeli forces officers almost on daily bases, she dedicated all of her time, money, efforts and connections to provide care for the children she saved from beneath the Israeli bombshells; all while still taking care of her blind son… at the end… they killed her”

  Binyameen stopped, as he took in a deep burning breath that forced his bionic eye to cry, he almost crushed the black chess knight and he squeezed on to it then continued: