Blind Scorpion: Iran's Nuclear Sting, Book 1 by Mike Wells

Author:Mike Wells
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: spy thriller, iran, nuclear weapons, nuclear war, tom clancy, middle east conflict, nuclear bomb

Chapter 1.6

Around noon, Pam Carlisle walked into Ross’ office carrying a plate in one hand, a bottle of water in the other, and cheerfully announced, “Lunch time.”

“What do we have?”

“Your usual: avocado, provolone, cucumbers, sprouts, and sour cream on rye bread. Happy?”

“What would I do without you, Pam?” he said, without looking away from what he was reading.

She placed the food in front of Ross. “You’d be lost.” Then she said, “By the way, someone named Peter called and said he was in town and needed to see you. That the Colonel had sent him.”

Ross looked up. Suddenly eager, he said, “Where is he?”

“I don’t know.” Pam shrugged. “I told him you were busy. Who’s the Colonel anyway?”

“Someone from the Pentagon who wants me to look at a project,” Ross said. “Did Peter leave a number?”

“Yes. His cell. I’ll get it for you.”

Within the hour, Pam ushered Peter into Ross’ office and closed the door behind him. He was a small man carrying an oversized briefcase. About thirty, he barely stood taller than five feet. He wore blue jeans with an open-collar white shirt under a navy blue blazer. A pair of black-rimmed glasses sat on a large nose, which dominated his expressionless face. Other than looking nerdy, and a bit awkward, he was clean cut.

“Hi, I’m Peter.” He stretched his hand a little too early as he walked toward Ross. “Colonel Nash sent me.”

“Peter who?”

“Peter Erwin.”

Ross suspected that wasn’t his real name. It sounded too pedestrian. But he understood. After all, the man worked for the CIA, and they live in aliases. Ross stood and introduced himself. “What brings you here, Peter?”

“Colonel Nash sent me to brief you. I’m a regional analyst and mostly cover Iran.”

They walked to the conference table and sat on adjacent sides. Peter placed his briefcase on the table and opened it. It was full of neatly organized files and papers with a few stamped CLASSIFIED in blue. Ross noticed the edge of a thick red envelope, which was visible from the inside pocket of the briefcase. Red envelopes usually mean TOP SECRET, he thought, but he couldn’t be sure.

“How much time do you have, Dr. Shaheen?” Peter asked.

“As much as you need.”

“I’ve briefed countless people on Iran, but never an Iranian. This is a first for me. I’m afraid you may already know a lot of what I’m about to tell you. So, I apologize in advance for any redundant information.”

“Don’t worry,” Ross said. “I’ve been out of Iran and out of touch with its politics for so long that I might as well be a stranger.”

Peter pulled out a small map and placed it on the table. It showed Iran and her surrounding neighbors. He also handed Ross a thick, spiral-bound book titled, The Islamic Republic of Iran: Geo-Strategy, Internal Politics, and Markets. “Read this at your leisure. It has a wealth of information. Nothing classified, but it should be treated as confidential. I wouldn’t take it with you on your trip.”

So he knows about my plans, Ross thought.

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