The Fifth Season. Kerry B Collison
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has been a good friend to this country, and we should let him go as quietly as can be arranged. Understood?’
‘Of course, Mr. President,’ Cohen answered, the CIA Director and National Security Adviser also nodding affirmatively. There was a brief silence, the Secretary managing to choke another cough. They waited; a few minutes ticked by, then the President nodded, almost absentmindedly, permitting the keris to slip slowly from his hand, onto the table.
‘Keep me posted,’ was all he said, before turning back to peer through the window again, the specter of a Moslem Indonesia loaded with nuclear-capable missiles weighing heavily on his mind.
Unaware that their Indonesian intelligence sources had blundered seriously, the President’s advisers quietly took their leave, each returning to his own powerful security realm to initiate steps to remove, and replace, the Javanese born President, believing that these actions would preclude any emergence of an Indonesian Islamic state, and the threat of a Chinese dominated Asian-Middle Eastern trade bloc.
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The Middle East
Abdul Muis
Haji Abdul Muis was most impressed with what he had observed, relishing the knowledge that very few Iranians, let alone foreigners such as he, had ever been given access to the country’s secret installation. The Haji acknowledged that it was his position as leader of the Indonesian Mufti Muharam Moslem party which had provided him with this opportunity to inspect these sensitive facilities. This was his third visit to Iran, his efforts to consolidate his relationship with the powerful ayatollahs, so far successful.
Situated not far from Semnan, Muis was not aware that this Chinese-built missile plant was, in fact, smaller than the two North Korean engineered installations at Isfahan and Sirjan. These liquid-fuel producing plants would not be on the visitor’s itinerary, nor would he visit the Iranian missile test facilities at Shahroud. For it was there that the Chinese M-9 single-stage, solid-fuel road-mobile missiles were stored under cover, away from prying American satellite cameras which crossed this nation on regular, hourly orbits. The Iranians had successfully evaded detection, the United States still believing that recent pressure applied on China had prevented delivery of these advanced missiles. Although they had come to trust their brother from the East, they would need more time before the Indonesians would be accepted into the fold.
The Haji ’s brief tour was to be treated solely as a public relations exercise to demonstrate to their fellow Moslems how Iran’s fundamentalist regime had prospered technologically. His hosts were aware that Muis had little understanding, or knowledge of weaponry and armaments, as Indonesia had yet to acquire such sophisticated systems. They were supportive of Abdul Muis’ aspirations, and keen to demonstrate this in a material manner.
Iran’s political shift had greatly benefited the post-Shah regime. Although the end of the Iran-Iraq war had seen the United States exert considerable pressure on Russia, China and India to withhold nuclear reactor technology from its former ally, the country continued to receive substantial support from communist nations desperate for foreign currency. And then there was the Iranian chemical warfare capability, developed as a response to Iraq’s attacks on Iranian troops during the Gulf War. Now, these neighboring countries both had stockpiles of nerve agents and other deadly chemicals which could be delivered by artillery shells, or as part of a payload on board any of the country’s four hundred SCUD missiles. Muis was determined to acquire such weapons, and raised the subject with his hosts during the visit.
Abdul Muis completed his tour through the missile plant and returned to Teheran in time to attend the private dinner organized in his honor, by his friend Osama bin Ladam.
They had first met during Muis’ second visit to Iran, the Indonesian immediately impressed, by the persuasive Arab. From the outset, Muis had been captivated by bin Ladam’s knowledge and the man’s commitment tohis long-running holy war, or Jihad, against the West. Although Muis suspected claims of his friend’s involvement in the recent bombings of American targets to be true, this in no way diminished his admiration for bin Ladam. If anything, from the time of their first meeting, Muis started to emulate his hero in many ways, even in the manner he dressed.
The dinner was attended by a handful of close bin Ladam associates, who had specifically asked to meet with Haji Abdul Muis. Later, the Indonesian was to conclude that the function was to provide bin Ladam’s associates with the opportunity to assess Muis for themselves. The two leaders arranged to meet again the following morning, at which time an accord was reached between the two powerful factions.
When bin Ladam had entered his quarters, Muis was again struck by the man’s presence. Gaunt features covered partially by a long, graying beard, jutting down from his ears covering most of his face and neck, belied bin Ladam’s inner strength. Muis might have been surprised when first meeting the Islamic leader. His movements were slow, stiffened by years of crippling back pain and he carried a cane to support his thin-framed body. But by the conclusion of their early morning tête-à-tête, Abdul Muis was left with no illusions as to Osama bin Ladam’s strengths, impressed with the forty-year old’s clarity of thought, and obvious dedication to his Moslem beliefs. Their discussion was candid, conducted in an atmosphere of Islamic brotherhood, and mutual respect.
‘As a token of my respect for you and your people,’ bin Ladam had said, with an unsmiling face. Surprised, Muis accepted the unsealed envelope.
Inside there was a cheque drawn against a Swiss bank for ten million dollars. He was stunned by bin Ladam’s generosity.
‘For what purpose?’ he asked, silently counting the zeros again, and the international terrorist explained. Muis listened, nodding from time to time, interrupting only towards the end.
‘I have just the place!’ he claimed, excitedly. ‘Ten hectares would be sufficient?’
‘Yes. But the facilities must be constructed without attracting too much attention. You understand what might happen if the Americans discover our secret?’ he asked, and Muis understood.
‘There will be no problem with security. The land I have chosen is in the country, far from prying eyes. We will build a wall around our project.
Those who come to know of its existence will believe it is my country estate. I will build a small mosque inside the property. None will dare enter the property of Haji Abdul Muis, I can assure you.’
In that one, brief, historic meeting, Haji Abdul Muis secured a powerful ally, their mutual hatred for the Americans, further strengthening the bond. Muis understood that the United States would do everything in its power to prevent Indonesia from acquiring weapons of mass destruction, the American influence, an obstacle to his success. He received bin Ladam’s undertaking to provide the technology, materials and expertise required for the advancement of his cause, the commitment conditional upon the Mufti Muharam reciprocating by jointly developing training facilities in Indonesia, similar to those under the Arab’s control, in Afghanistan. Sworn to secrecy, Muis was astonished to discover bin Ladam’s involvement with the development of Pakistan’s Islamic bomb.
Muis left Iran for Switzerland, where he opened a numbered account, deposited the ten million dollars, and made arrangements to draw against these funds via his Singapore bankers. Satisfied that all was in order, Abdul Muis returned to Indonesia, confident that the commitment he had in hand from Iran’s rulers and Osama bin Ladam, would guarantee his succession to power.
Once this had been achieved, Muis intended revising the Constitution, declaring Indonesia a sectarian state under his rule. He would raise his fist to the United States and her allies, removing his Islamic state from their sphere of influence. Indonesia would then acquire the sophisticated technology hitherto withheld by the Americans, a technology which would soon be demonstrated in Pakistan’s deserts, by those in his new alliance.
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Java, 1998
Mary Jo Hunter
Word that there had been another outbreak