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CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY 5:45 p.m. Tehran Time (9:45 a.m. Eastern Standard Time) The Ministry of Intelligence of the Islamic Republic of Iran Tehran, Iran “Is that all she told him?” The man stared out a large bay window at the snow-capped peaks of the Alborz Mountains. To the west, the last of the day was fading, the weak yellow light playing on the white of the snow and ice. His name was Mohammed Younessi. He was tall and thin, completely bald, and bore more than a passing resemblance to the famous actor Yul Brynner. His title, translated into English, meant Director of Accountability. It was not internal organizational accountability, however, that he was in charge of. “No,” the man behind him said. “He also said she told him that America would destroy the weapons themselves, if we won’t d
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