Chapter XLV. His Face is Familiar

Over the following days, he received a quick intelligence training. The plan and contingency plan were drawn up.

You will go to Jerusalem, to check on your grandmother, you are still worried about her health, as she was not well on your last trip. Then you will speak to Mousa and ask him to meet, in the same place, and leave the rest to us. Live the situation as it is, forget your mission, forget us, and be yourself. Our eyes will always follow you, you will not have microphones or anything suspicious, just meet him, talk to him like you did last time, and we will take care of the rest.

On the morning of the last day, he met Alex, final instructions in the intelligence rooms, last-minute instructions are the most important.

Alex: Although that is highly unlikely, I will show you a picture of him, in case it was Mousa, tell me so.

She turned her cell phone screen to him.

He looked at him, the same picture as before but the full size, Natasha fell into his arms, now he sees his face.

He kept looking at the picture, his eyebrows furrowed, and something was floating around inside his head.

-No, unfortunately, he is not Mousa.

Alex: As we expected, it is okay, remember his picture by heart, in case you happen to meet or see someone who looks like him, you must tell me immediately by message on the private number between us.

His mind drifted away, it was evident on his features

-What is wrong with you?

-Madam, he looks familiar to me, I have seen him before, I do not know where.

-On your last visit to Israel, perhaps?

-No, before that, but I do not remember.

-Well, don’t stress yourself out, his face is kind of familiar.

In his apartment, he is still sure he knows him, but he does not remember where he met him!

He remembered the words of Mousa, Christine, and the site, despite everything that has happened, he has become somewhat convinced of the logic of their proposal, and this will not prevent him from avenging his grandfather.

-Damn my brain, can I force it to remember those old details!

He moves from place to place, trying to force it to remember, with no results.

He pulled a pin out of the drawer and poked his finger at it,

-remember, remember, remember.

Without avail…

In the evening, one last evening with Christine, I must return to Israel, it will not be long.

Innocent and as pure as snow, that bastard took advantage of her with his logical thoughts and killed my grandfather, and here he is after me.

Do you want me? Yes, you do.

Here I am coming to you.