Ch 4:

He gritted his teeth. Najama's idea came. Extremely.

Yes, sir. My idea: Oh God! The army operator was startled by the loud signal on the headphones and looked at the ripples on the screen. They are being chased, sir! ' He said with a sigh. Bearing cumin-seven-four. A sixth bat, sir. Coming from behind their headland, on the Starbird side. Very light bait, sir. Light, fast. I think it's a disciple, sir. '

Nazim Masaddeq brushed his teeth, usually in front of Kuder. Chela is a Russian-made petrol hydrofoil. These things are not supposed to be in the hands of the Israelis, perhaps through a third country. Not new, it has already become old. It has two pairs of 13mm machine guns, and a pot drum search radar. The speed is extremely fast, shallow water hake or rough sea can move everywhere with arrow speed.

'Chelai, sir, no doubt — running straight at them, the distance between them is decreasing fast,' said the army operator with a sigh.

On the raft, they heard the heavy sound of a petrol boat engine, shortly after leaving the beach.

Shall we use the engine? Will I try to escape? ' Kajal Rahman asked Rana in a hushed voice. | 'Escape is not possible. Rana knows what to do, but he doesn't want to worry about the consequences.

Kajal Rahman relieved him of the difficult task of making a decision, leaning back and said to Rana, 'Let him come closer, be ready for the explosion. Don't wait for me. If Limpet doesn't hurt me, I'll try to cross the beach. The Palestinian refugee camp is not far from the beach. As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out of the raft and fell into the water, swallowing the sea in the blink of an eye. Him | Rana knows that Kajal Rahman has a pair of six limpet mines. If properly installed, two holes will be made in the fuel tank of the hydrofoil. He also knows that Kajal Rahman himself will probably die in the mine blast.

At that very moment, the searchlight's eyes fell on them in a daze. The speed of the trailing bait slowed down, it stopped. The distance between the raft and the petrol boat is not too much now. The instructions in Hebrew and English came from Loudheiler, Holt! Holt! This is a military order! We will take them to know the identity and purpose. If they don't stop, we will be forced to shoot. Holt! Holt! '