CHAPTER FORTY TWO
8:01 a.m. Israel Time (1:01 a.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Samson’s Lair – Deep Underground
Jerusalem, Israel
The command center was dead quiet.
Yonatan Stern sat at the head of the conference table without moving. Every set of eyes in the room, thirty pairs, were looking directly at him. They were waiting for him to give the final order—the order that would bring an end to their enemy Iran, of course, but also to themselves. It was an order that would dash the dreams of countless generations over two thousand years.
It seemed that insanity had won. It seemed that terror had won.
All along, for many years, his hope had been to reach a place where Israel achieved complete peace through unassailable strength. Eventually, Israel would become too powerful to attack, and t
