TERRA EMPIRE: ON THE EVE OF WORLD WAR
Episode 47: CHOOSE ABEL FELAINI OR ABEL HISRAM?
Abel again concentrated on writing the newly completed half on the computer. The man was so engrossed in his writing that he did not realize someone was quietly sitting behind him, observing every word he wrote on the computer, and understanding the meaning of the news he was about to convey. Abel Felaini reread his writing while muttering happily,“News like this will be of high value to the Washington Post, or Times.Preferably go there I put this news.”
The man lit his fifth cigarette again, “And now the final conclusion, let the whole world know that the Shah of Iran was responsible for the attack ******* at Machina Factory, and we will see what action Tramp *** that next.” he typed in a series of narratives imprinted in his mind and affixed his initials under his writing as suffixes.
“You are indeed happy to provoke people yes, Mr. Felaini!”
Abel gasped at the reprimand and looked back. A young man in his mid-twenties was sitting leisurely and his legs were on his feet. The foreign youth had never been seen in this office, and from the clothes that wrapped around his body clearly indicated that the stranger was not a reporter.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?”
“Who I am is not important. How can I get in, all idiots know a media office like this allows anyone to enter, including a stranger like me,” the young man threw a rancid smile. “The most appropriate question is what do you want to do with such information, Mr. The felaini? Or would you rather I call Abel Hisram?”
Abel Felaini's face spontaneously turned pale upon hearing his real name mentioned…
He turned around and tried to secure the article he was writing by removing or closing it from the screen as quickly as possible, but how shocked he was when the article was just written and had not been saved it was lost after being sent to an unknown email address, even though he did nothing. He turned to the stranger with an angry expression mixed with fear, “Hey, what are you doing?”
The stranger laughed…
This made Abel even more upset, “How did you steal my file?”
“If I ask you back, how do I do it? I'm sitting away from you, and do I seem to be doing anything to your computer?”
“You CIA?”
“I told you earlier, who I am does not matter. What we will discuss at this time should be you..” he took a document map from behind his coat and then pushed it to the table Abel Felaini. “...and a little about your past.”
Abel Felaini opened the file for a moment to glance at what was inside, his face frowned and closed the map back, “What happened to my past?”
“Interesting background to find out why you are being provocative. Also why would you want to bring down the regime of the Shah of Iran!”
“Nobody likes the Shah of Iran! I don't like Howard Tramp either. If they are in trouble, just let them both fight.”
“Have you heard the word complain sheep? That's what you do Mr. Hisram! More precisely that's what you do!”
“I'm just telling the truth. No more!”
“The growing truth makes the atmosphere of both countries hot?”
“I understand now.You must be from Interpol. Not too happy to see the world screwed?” Abel Felaini laughs.
“Let's focus this problem on you! I'm not here to introduce who I am, because it doesn't matter. I came to tell you to do a good thing to do. And that is to refrain from publishing anything sensitive. Because the impact may not only feud two people who you hate, but also will come to you with a form of death.”
“You threatened me? I am hereby protected by the Amendment for freedom of speech and opinion, especially in the interest of the press!”
Abel Felaini was silent. The young man continued, “According to you, about who will give me the highest offer for your files? CIA or SAVAK? I just have to wait for who gives me the highest offer, like you want to sell your article to the highest bidder, is it the Washington Post or Times.I think SAVAK would want this more, right?”
“Entahlah,” said Abel with a huff.
“If you were me about what do you think? SAVAK or CIA?” again, the man provoked. “As a senior journalist you definitely understand more than me about this.”
“Ya..ya...I understand you mean..” Abel cut tightly.
“Then how did you decide?”
“Alright, I'll forget it! Although I'm not sure the SFPD will be able to withstand the information I know.”
“Don't think of something you can't accomplish,” the young man squinted. “Quite affirm the intention for yourself. Where is the life you want to live? Abel Felaini or Abel Hisram?”
“Abel Felaini!” the man answered quickly.
“You sure?”
“Go asap from here, I don't want to see your face again.”
“Happy with you, Abel! As a reward for your right decision, I leave this document folder for you!”
The young man left the study room where Abel Felaini was still sitting with a feeling of annoyance. The big news that would tell the world that the Shah's regime of Iran was responsible behind the attack orders of the ****** in San Francisco should simply vanish from his hands. Missing is already news worth selling hundreds of thousands of dollars and the opportunity to get a Pullitzer.and it's all because.
His hand grabbed the thing and threw it into the air. Where it went was not important, he did not want to see the files anymore. Therefore, Abel did not ignore the papers that fell apart in all directions…
With a huff of cigarettes that he did not know how many nights it was, and Abel Felaini began to suck it deeply, he took out a bottle of Whiskey which he then swallowed directly from the lips of the bottle to repel the anger that still has not subsided…
When Abel Felaini was drunk, accompanied by his sense of regret, inside the Metro Plaza – building where the San Francisco Heraldotcom office is located – people who make Abel upset are even walking casually to leave the building. The young man sent a message to Mr. Janus through Auris, told that he had carried out his mission to deliver a message to Abel Felaini, also had received an appointment from the reporter not to continue reporting on the matter ******* the Machina Factory or the Iranian government.
He sent the recording piece when Abel Felaini said his promise to Mr. Janus. Throughout the conversation he tuned his Auris to record mode and he got good material. The material was at once a savings that could be used if Abel Felaini turned out to break the promise. Short answer from Mr. Janus immediately accepted it, he said,
‘R√ Good Job, Constable Valdano’
He replied to the message immediately,
‘S√ Thank you, Sir! But I have other information for you’
After that, he sent the data he got from Machina Factory…
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