Selected Detective
GOA OLD SALT MINE III

About halfway through, the roar of the generator momentarily subsided, making the room dark for a few seconds before the motor turned back on itself and the cave was once again illuminated by a brightly lit light, wait for it to happen again, then move on.

The Nazi flag looked bigger in front of them, the crate felt closer, until they finally stopped a few meters in front of it.

The roar of their breath was so fast and irregular, their foreheads were sweating. Ben-Roi thrusts the crowbar at Layla.

“Female first.” Layla hesitated, realizing how suddenly the man's pupils had enlarged, feeling that whatever the man had been doing these past few days was getting closer to the end. Then, while receiving the crowbar and placing it next to his flashlight, he approached the crate.

“The moment of truth,” he said, while forcing a nervous smile on his face.

“Ya,” whispered Ben-Roi. The back left corner of the crate is broken, the wood is cracked and chipped. By surrounding her Layla inserting the head of a crowbar deliberately set apart, there was one large, square-shaped crate, about as tall as a man.

“That's it,” said.

“Ya,” whispered Layla. “Ya.”

they stare at the object, then, while picking up the crowbar again, Ben-Roi shifts the elevator's control limbs forward. There was a loud clicking sound, and with the tremors of the wooden platform it slowly began to descend, rumbling with the sound of engine creaking before stopping a few centimeters above the cave floor. they jumped to the floor and walked, their footsteps inaudible on the flat surface of the rock. The coffin rack was towering like a wall on their side, the cave felt even bigger and impressive as now they saw it from the ground floor.

Ben-Roi stood watching him. “Galia,” said after a while.

“Sorry?”

“Name as Gaul.” Layla pulled the crowbar out and inserted it a little further, pulling it with all her might.

“Whose name?”

“In my living room.photo it. photo of women. You asked who he was. His name is Gaul.” Layla turned her head towards him.What the hell is this guy talking about?

“Oh,” said.

“Tactation.”

“Oh,” he repeats. The cover had started to open now, the nails gaping one by one after they were torn from his house. Layla walks around to the other side of the crate and then forward so that her back turns against Ben-Roi, lifting and unloading. Behind him the Israelite began to move his flashlight from one hand to another, and his eyes were fixed on the back of his head.

“We're just getting married.” Only a few nails survive. Under the lid of Layla's coffin can see a yellow collection of straw.

“On the shores of the Sea of Galilee,” said. “Under the sun. Beautiful once that day.” Layla glanced through her shoulder why did this person tell her this? then back to the box.

“What happened?” tanyakanya. “He dumped you?” The flashlight is now in Ben-Roi's right hand.

“She got a blast.” Layla's shoulders stiffened.

“Sunday before wedding. In Jerusalem. Hagar Square. Al - Mulatham.” There was a loud noise and the last nail came off, the lid of the crate moved backwards and fell on the floor with a noise. He hardly noticed. Oh God, he thought, that's why they killed his fiancee. And now ...

Behind her Layla can feel Ben-Roi's steps approaching her, while raising her hand. With her energy, angry and desperate, Layla swings a crowbar, trying to dodge and protect herself. Ben-Roi prepares for him, lands a blow and pushes him to the side of the rock surface with a maglite barrel, leaving Layla face down on the floor.

“You must trust me,” he interjected, nervous, confused, feeling Ben-Roi's knee on his back as he crushed him.

“I don't..” He feels his backpack being opened, Ben-Roi's hand reaching into the inside of his bag, then his palm slips down Layla's chin and turns his head back.

He was bluffing like an animal.

“I'm wearing a manio, Damn Arab Woman!” objurgation. “You understand? I'm wearing a manio! Now, where is that guy? Say it! Tell me or I break your neck!”

In the end climbing the mine was not as bad as Khalifa thought, although it was quite difficult, especially the last part when the cold air began to actually bite his hands and feet. The fact that Ben-Roi and Layla have opened a path through the snow has made their way easier than ever before. By stopping every hundred meters or so to read the paper he carried and rubbing his hands anxiously at the temporary conflagration of maps, facsimile sheets and pages of log books, he can survive to stay warm, at least to protect himself from freezing to death.

At the top, on the edge of the forest, he paused for a moment to adjust his position. The surrounding world is silent unless******* its breath and the soft twang of the ice-covered twig. Khalifa then moved towards the mine. As he did so, choosing a path across the open, he heard another voice, like a whining, almost inaudible, but it grew louder as soon as he walked further. When he reached the mining gate, the sound was clearly unmistakable was the roar of the generator motor.

Khalifa stepped into the hallway and stopped, listening. The noise was clearly coming from within, even where exactly he did not know. He stuck his head out, squatting into the darkness, but separated from the small part of the wall and floor right in front of him that could be seen in the sparkle of the moonlight outside, he saw nothing but a velvety, impenetrable darkness. He lit a lighter and, holding it, began to look for a way along the corridor.

The buzz of the generator is getting louder, the heartbeat is harder. He walked twenty meters, then stopped. There was something in front of him, almost imperceptible, a kind of light, misty in the air on the right wall of the hallway, like a blob forming the letter ‘o’. He rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe he was just dreaming, then moved again. The mist grew wider and thicker as he got closer, until he finally realized that what he saw was not some sort of paranormal ghost but a dim corona of lights coming out from the right wall of the open hallway. He approached her and, bowing, looked inside through the hallway.

“Allahu Akbar!” he murmured, while watching the rows of boxes and chests, and the large cave that shone brightly at the end of the hallway. He crossed the hallway. At that moment he heard a voice like the scream of a woman. He stood up straight, listened to it, heard it again, really screamed and then continued walking. Two meters from where he found an open chest full of weapons.Mauser, the same one he used at the police school. He pulled one up, checked it, and opened the ammunition clip, slipped a spare clip into his pocket and continued walking. The gleam at the end of the hall grew brighter, the buzzing sound of the generator was getting louder until finally, while blinking, the sound of the generator hum was getting louder, he looked up at the vast rock level where Layla and Ben-Roi were fifteen minutes ago.

At the same time the generator shuts down for the second time. The cave lights flickered and died so that his eyes almost had a chance to notice the arched ceiling above, the pile of boxes and chests, the, and a giant Nazi flag hung on the back wall before everything was suddenly shut up in the dark. It freezes, loses orientation, and stays that way for a time that feels like a year, but only a few seconds, before the engine coughes and turns back on. As smooth as he ambushed the cave, the darkness was wiped away by the bright lights. He stepped into the front of the court, resting on one of his knees and, lifting a gun, pointed it at the pile of crates below.

“Ben-Roi! You there?” There was still no answer, and just now he was about to call a third time when, like a bully wolf, this voice of the Israelite suddenly appeared from below.

“Khalifa, you idiot! What are you doing here?” There is a movement about a third away from the foyer, and Ben-Roi appears between the two chests, clutching Schmeisser's Sub-Machine gun, while the other hand grips Layla's jacket collar. He pulled her out into the middle of the alley and made her kneel. There was a blood spatter around his nose and a bruise on his upper left cheek, purple like a birthmark.

“Come you,” thought Khalifa. “You filthy beast Jewish.” He clicked back the trigger on his gun and aimed the barrel of his gun.

“Drop your weapon, Ben-Roi!” The mouth of this Israelite was pouting, his eyes widened, red. He looks crazy and angry.

“Listen to me, Khalifa!”

“I'm a shooter in my class and now I'm pointing this gun right between your eyes,” cried the Egyptian, his finger firmly attached to the trigger. “Now, drop your gun.”

“Listen, idiot moron!”

“Drop your weapon!”

“He's coming! Youunderstand? Al - Mulatham's. He'll come here looking for Menorah. This woman works for him. She works for him.” In front of her, Layla looked at him, her eyes panicking, begging. He shook his head weakly and his mouth moved to say the word la no. Khalifa shifted her body slightly, trying to keep the position of her gun on her trembling hand.

“I won't tell you anymore, Ben-Roi. Drop that gun and go!”

“Devil you, Khalifa,” said the Israelite. “She admits. He works for her. Al - Mulatham is coming! He killed Gaul and will now come here!” His voice rose to the point like a scream. He was helpless, thought Khalifa.

“Drop that gun and we can talk,” Khalifa exclaimed again.

“There's no time, moron! He's coming! Al - Mulatham is coming!” Ben-Roi grabs Layla's hair, attaches his gun to the back of Layla's head.

“Tell him!” his screams. “Tell him that you have told me!”

“Let him go, Ben-Roi!”

“Tell her, female Fucking Woman!”

“Ben-Roi!”

“How do you recruit bombers! How the whole article was a lie! Tell him, Arab murderer!” She shook Layla like a doll, shaking her head forward and backward.

“Do not!” scream Layla.

Khalifa pressed the trigger further, pulling it as far back as possible. He shouted another warning as Israel showed no sign of retreating, popping it up, right on the floor to Ben Roi's left. Bullets bounced on the rock, smashed into the back wall, bouncing away into the pile of crates. Ben-Roi was stiff, his breathing was short, his breathing puffed, his eyes blazing wildly. For a moment he just stood up; then, with a snapping of anger, he took his hand off Layla's hair and stepped back. The machine gun was still clutched in his hand. Khalifa is ready to trigger another bullet.

Layla fell on the floor. “Thank God,” he said, holding his head, frowning. He took a few breaths, then looked towards Khalifa. “He works for Har - Zion,” Layla says in a raucous voice. “Fighters David.they know about Menorah.they follow us.” The Israelite let out a blaring laugh, his eyes alternating wildly looking at Khalifa then at Layla and back at Khalifa.

“Omong empty!” yells. “He lied to you!”

“This is right! I've seen them. In Jerusalem, at the airport. He has been providing information to them all this time.”

“He lied, Khalifa! He lied!”

“He has tricked us all,” he said, standing upright, retreating closer to the crate. “You, me, everyone. He is Chayalei David.they come to take the Lamp. they will start the war.”

“Do not trust him!”

“We have to stop it. Before it's too late.”

“You Arab liar..” Ben-Roi steps closer to him, lifting his Schmeisser.

Khalifa fired the next eruption, re-reflecting bullets around the cave before disappearing among the piles of boxes.

“That's the last warning, Ben-Roi!” he said in a loud voice, while pulling the trigger. “Now, drop your weapon!”

“You don't know what you're doing!” the cry of Israel, the splash of his saliva gushed between his lips. “Come on, Khalifa, you have to trust me. I've been watching him, following him. It works for Al - Mulatham!” Ben-Roi started blabbering. With all his strength he controlled himself, slowing his speech down.

“Listen,” said, while taking a deep breath, his voice tense, attempted in such a way as to stay flat, “He wrote the article. A year ago. After the Gauls died. Interview with Al - Mulatham. He said that Al-Mulatham was wearing oil to shave manio. It means he knows her. I wear a manio too, Khalifa and she doesn't know him. I put on a manio and he asked what oil I used after shaving. He doesn't know. He doesn't know!”