Luke looked at Ari.
Ari nodded. “Yes. This was a suspected site.” He looked at Zadeh. “And what of Bushehr, on the Persian Gulf? Our intelligence estimates suggest that this—”
Zadeh shook his head. “It’s a decoy. We built many things there, all fake. It is a… do you know this phrase? Potemkin village? The enrichment facilities near there could not be made to produce the necessary material. It was obsolete technology. But we carried on building silos anyway, to frighten the Saudis. For a ballistic missile, it is a three-minute flight to Saudi territory from there. It is eight minutes to Riyadh.”
“There are no nuclear warheads at Bushehr?” Luke said.
“No. Not one. It’s not possible to build them there, and we cannot truck nuclear warheads overland. Too many eyes are watching.”
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