Abe Marks tapped lightly on the open door to Sir James' office, carrying two fresh coffees, “Good morning Sir, coffee?” he said as he entered the inner sanctum of the chief spook.
“Come on in Abe,” said Sir James, “Have a good holiday?”
“Not bad Sir, except watching that fiasco in Jerusalem on Christmas day,” answered Abe.
“Take a seat Abe, what can I do for you?”
“I just thought you would want to know, Israel has signed an agreement with Pickles for the entire defence of the state, seems to have cut the middle-east’s most powerful military right out of the picture.”
“What,” exclaimed Sir James, “how in God's name did he pull that one off?”
“Rick Pickles seems to be regarded as a bit of a super hero by the Jewish populace already with that stunt a while ago, some call him the new Messiah.”
“Yes I read about that, so what’s he doing for them,” Sir James asked.
“From the reports that were on my desk this morning, pretty much everything,” reported Abe, “he's set up a command and control base somewhere, we are trying to locate that, and he's been knocking down Iranian aircraft, ten to this point, and one missile, it seems, since Sunday. What's worrying me is that he has installed some very sophisticated weaponry, which he must have been developing covertly and funded himself.”
“What do you mean by sophisticated weaponry,” asked the chief spook.
“I only have sketchy reports, so I will contact Ben again later, but he seems to have energy weapons and some sort of energy shield. He has informed all the main airlines and air traffic control centres that they need an access code added to their transponder beacons, which they have to pay a fee for, of course. British Airways Traffic Controller tells me that any air vehicle that does not transmit the code gets knocked out of the sky, automatically. You have the code and you just fly through.”
“Why do you suppose he has kept all this to himself,” asked Sir James, “our military has been asking munitions developers to produce an energy weapon for years; they have all said that it is not possible, science fiction British Aerospace called it.”
“That's the question Sir, he could write his own contract price within Europe, but he has kept it secret, why?”