CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
7:31 p.m. Israel Time (8:31 p.m. Iran time, 12:31 p.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Samson’s Lair – Deep Underground
Jerusalem, Israel
“Now what?” Yonatan Stern said.
“There’s been a provocation.”
He looked at the young aide who had come into the war room with the news.
“A provocation? When, in the past two days, hasn’t there been a provocation? Please. Don’t be shy. Tell us everything.”
Yonatan hated the tone of his voice when he spoke like this. He hated that the aides feared him and avoided him. But he had a temper, and he had contempt for hesitancy. It was so deep inside of him, he didn’t know how he ever might remove it. Probably not in this lifetime, whatever amount remained of it.
“In the Persian Gulf,” the young man said. “The Strait of Hormuz. Just over ten m
