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CONTENTS

Chapter  1.  The Fugitive

Chapter  2.  The Plan

Chapter  3.  Presidental Succession

Chapter  4.  The Transformation Process Begins

Chapter  5.  Organization And Clean Up

Chapter  6.  The New Pope

Chapter  7.  Izz Ad-Din Al-Qassam Brigades

Chapter  8.  Election Strategy And A New Relationship

Chapter  9.  Meet Maria Montez

Chapter  10.  Cat And Mouse

Chapter  11.  The Swiss Guard Plan

Chapter  12.  The Election Strategy

Chapter  13.  Home On The Range

Chapter  14.  Surgery And The Aftermath

Chapter  15.  Swiss Guard Transformation

Chapter  16.  The Chase

Chapter  17.  The Race Begins

Chapter  18.  Escape From Columbia

Chapter  19.  The Announcement

Chapter  20.  A

Chapter  21.  Depression Takes Over

Chapter  22.  Gina Gatti

Chapter  23.  Press Release

Chapter  24.  The Plan Details

Chapter  25.  Convention Bound

Chapter  26.  Final Preperation

Chapter  27.  Launch Time

Chapter  28.  Day Two

Chapter  29.  Day Three

Chapter  30.  The Aftermath

Chapter  31.  The Convention

Chapter  32.  The Election

Chapter  33.  The Final Result

Chapter  34.  Inauguration

CHAPTER 1

THE FUGITIVE

January, 2031, Barcelona, Spain

Ariella Abba said goodbye to her classroom children and to the other teachers and chaperones that had accompanied the group on their classroom field trip to Spain. Everyone knew that Ariella had planned to meet her husband Aharon for some beach time after the field trip in Barcelona. She and Aharon would take a break before returning to Israel. The trip had gone well and everything was on schedule for their romantic meeting on the beach just south of Barcelona.

The only difference from the announced public plan was there would be no romantic meeting with Aharon, nor would there be any beach time. Aharon was not in Spain but instead lay dead in his own bed in Tel Aviv as the result of a visit from a nasty snake. Multiple bites had done the trick.

Immediately after leaving the group, Ariella proceeded according to her plan and visited a small fruit stand off an alley in Barcelona. She carried with her an overnight bag. She arrived and mentioned to the vendor that she thought his stand was the best that she had seen. The vendor looked at her and said, I have more items in my shop if you would like to see them?

Yes, I would, thank you, Sir. Ariella then followed the vendor to a small shop around the corner.

In the shop, she was greeted by a woman in her fifties who addressed her by name, Ariella, we have prepared the paperwork as desired. As part of our plan, a bank account has been established in your new name at the BBVA Bancomer. It is a Mexican bank with branches all over South America. Your account balance is one and a half million U.S. dollars which is payment in full for your services. Should you desire to change your identity along the way, you will need to also change your bank account. We would suggest that you leave the Mexican account open. Open a new account in the country desired and then transfer part of the funds to the new account as needed.

From this point on you are no longer a citizen of Israel but rather you are a citizen of South America. Your new name is Juanita Hernandez. Your passport, bank check book and paperwork are in order and your new personal history is included in the enclosed papers. We have also included a cash amount of five thousand dollars to begin your venture. You are encouraged to study and memorize your new personal history before booking a flight to wherever you choose. Once you are comfortable with your new background you should book the flight yourself and proceed accordingly. I do not want to know where you are going and my services, and that of my team, end at this point.

In addition to the documentation on Juanita Hernandez, we are also supplying you with two additional sets of documentation per your request. The second is a passport with family history in the name of Maria Montez. Montez is a Mexican from Mexico City. Her family history is also attached. The third, with accompanying picture and history is under the name of Gina Gatti. Gatti’s citizenship is Italian. We believe we have assembled everything you required on Gatti. We wish you the best of luck in your new life.

With those remarks, Ariella, who was now Juanita, turned and left the small shop. Before departing she said, Thank you, I appreciate your efforts.

No need to thank me, my dear, you have done a great favor for those of us who have no desire to see Israel continue to exist on this planet. With that, Juanita turned and left the shop. She had no idea what group had arranged for her support in this transition but she suspected that it was in all probability the Russian Mafia that was still loosely connected to Iran.

Within a twenty minute walk she entered the lobby of a small local hotel. A reservation had been made in the name of Juanita Hernandez and her room was waiting.

Once in her room, she sat on the side of her bed and opened the package that had been provided to her. She took a long breath and then turned to the business at hand.

Juanita slowly read her new background. She was born to a single mother in Pasto, Colombia. She grew up in Pasto and Florencia at the foot of the Andes Mountains. She was educated in public schools and did not attend the University. Her mother was a hotel maid and she had no recollection of her father. Her mother never mentioned him as she was growing up. She had no brothers or sisters.

After high school she began work at a local school as a teacher’s aide and studied English for use with the children in the classroom. As a result of her studies she was bi-lingual in both Spanish and English and valued by the school and her students. Never married, she had taken a leave of absence from her school and was using the time to travel around the world. Her passport indicated that in the past six months she had been to the United States, Canada, Scotland, Ireland, the United Kingdom, Portugal and now Spain.

She was visiting Spain as a tourist and would be returning to South America. The package contained a profile of the city she had grown up in. It stated the following: Pasto, officially San Juan de Pasto, is the capital of the department of Narifio, located in Southwest Colombia. The city is located in the Atriz Valley on the Andes Cordillera at the foot of the Galeras volcano, at an altitude of 8,290 feet above sea level. The city has a population of approximately 400,000 inhabitants.

Pasto is the center of an agricultural region specializing in the production of dairy products. The manufacturing of furniture is also an important part of the local economy. The city is an important center of commerce with many malls. It is often visited by people from nearby Ecuador.

One of the most important events held by the city is the Black and White Carnival, with outstanding displays of craftsmanship in floats portraying legends and traditions, often mixed in with references to current political events in Colombia.

Juanita read that during the carnival the city goes wild. She noted that the carnival is held every year between the 2nd and 7th of January.

She noted that this would be the excuse for her travels during this period. She wanted to get out of town. She would further read and weave into her story that during these days the streets of Pasto become an urban playground where men, women, children of all ethnicities and backgrounds use black, white and color cosmetics to paint each other as a symbol of communion and joy in their ethnic and cultural differences.

That afternoon, after extensive review of her new background, Juanita felt that she needed a break and some air. She was also hungry.

Before leaving her room she opened the small carry-on bag that she had brought with her and laid out the clothes she had prepared for this part of her journey.

She had thought extensively about what she would put in the bag to wear on this next portion of her journey. She knew that typical Latin American dress was influenced by a mixture of traditions handed down over the generations. Typical clothing was characterized by its emphasis on color. The uses of bold colors, like red, orange and bright blue, were a staple of Latin American woman’s clothing.

She had picked nondescript items of clothing. She had chosen a black tango skirt that was slit only in the front to allow for movement. She wore with it a white peasant blouse of the style said to have originated in Mexico in the early 17th century and with it a matching shawl that was done in a mixture of red and orange colors. On her feet she wore simple leather sandals.

Once dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror and with the exception of needing darker skin she looked the part of a South American peasant woman. It was the look she had hoped for and she was not disappointed. From this point on her languages would be Spanish and broken English. She had practiced both and was comfortable that she could pull it off.

She left the room and went for a walk. Her mind was turning and she was still trying to decide where she would go from this point. She had not yet decided on a specific place but she had decided that South America would be the best alternative given her language capability and its diversity.

So far she was safe, nothing had happened. She knew that the date had been set by Iran and that sometime between the 18th and the 20th the nuclear warheads would hit Israel. She knew she needed to be settled someplace before that occurred.

She stopped at a small diner and ordered a light lunch. In Spain, lunch is known as la comida and occurs later in the afternoon. Juanita was well aware of this and the timing was perfect.

She ordered gazpacho soup made from red tomatoes and vegetables, a light salad and a piece of pan fried fish. She had a glass of red wine with lunch but no dessert.

As she sat waiting for her meal and enjoying her glass of wine she thought about past events but had no regrets for the decisions she had made.

She thought about her parents and how the Jewish police had killed both of them in the middle of the night when she was three years old, with no evidence, just rumors.

She thought about her desire to seek revenge for their death and of her plan to assist with the total destruction of Israel.

Her husband, who she had cared for to some extent, was simply a piece in the puzzle. His death was just a necessary part of the plan. She would begin anew and rejoice when the complete destruction of Israel took place in a few days.

As she looked out the window she saw a hotel. The sign in front said Santa Marta Hotel. She thought for a moment and then knew that her new destination would be Santa Marta, South America. She was well aware that Santa Marta was located in Colombia and was home to jungles and beautiful beaches. She also knew it was not a well travelled city and might provide the quiet location she sought. She made up her mind that once back at the hotel she would look Santa Marta up on the internet and see if it might work as the next stop in her travel plans.

She finished a long, slow, leisurely lunch in the typical Barcelona style and then paid the bill and walked back to her hotel. Once there in the hotel she removed her new clothes and folded them neatly on the bed. She would next wear them to the airport to begin her new life.

She stood in the room in her bra and panties and looked at herself in the mirror. Without her clothes, Juanita could have been a model for Victoria’s Secret. She was perfectly proportioned and absolutely beautiful. This was an asset she had only shared with her ex-husband. She had used her body to attract him and at the same time to keep him interested in their marriage all the while she was extracting the information needed for the leaders of Iran. She wondered if her body would again prove to be a key element in her long term survival.

Enough of that thinking, she sat in front of her computer and began the search for Santa Marta, Columbia.

She typed in Santa Marta, Columbia. The information popped up immediately. The website said that to locate Santa Marta one simply needed a map of where Central America connects to South America, go east along the coast just past the Magdalena River and you would find the city of Santa Marta. She also noted that there was a flight into Santa Marta with one stop from Barcelona.

There were a number of highlights describing Santa Marta, as a unique location:

•  It had the highest coastal Mountain Range in the world (the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta)

•  Amazing biodiversity in plants, animals, insects, amphibians, reptiles

•  A coast on the Caribbean easy to reach.

•  Jungles

•  Beaches and warm waters.

•  A major stop off for both migratory and local birds

•  A great variety of fruits and vegetables, many which are unknown to most people.

•  It was also described as an area that is as supernatural as it gets.

It sounded perfect; she called the airport and booked a flight out the for next day on Avianca Aerovias Airline. The flight would leave at 5:26 pm and arrive 11 hours later at 1:50 pm.

She arrived at the Barcelona Airport two hours prior to her flight the next day. She had only her small carry-on bag which was empty except for a hairbrush, lipstick, her passport, wallet and a couple of magazines she had purchased at the airport. She did not check any luggage. She provided her passport with its stamps to the airline attendant and answered a few questions. She knew she would have to clear customs and that they would ask her about her background and travel plans. The attendant then gave her the ticket and directions to the plane.

The date was January 17th, 2031. As the plane proceeded down the runway, Juanita thought to herself, now I begin the process of disappearing into thin air.

CHAPTER 2

THE PLAN

There was one stop on the way to Santa Marta but there was no plane change so she remained aboard during the stop. She tried to sleep but found it impossible. Her mind was full of unanswered questions. Would Iran be successful and launch a nuclear attack on Israel? Would the entire nation of Israel be wiped out including men, women and children? Would they put two and two together and eventually link her to the Iranian Intelligence Group and begin a global search for her? If the plan works how would she deal with the fact that she was instrumental in causing the destruction of an entire country? She finally decided that at this point the only thing she should focus on would be her own survival.

She was due to arrive in Santa Marta at 1:50 pm. She would need to find a place to stay and then put a plan in place that would completely cover her tracks and make her invisible to the world. She had a basic idea of what she wanted to accomplish but she knew that to be successful it could not be achieved immediately. It would take at least two full months of effort.

On arrival, her first test was to clear customs into South America. This would be a test of her Spanish fluency and would provide her with significant confidence, or no confidence, depending on how the interview went. In the back of her mind she thought, I hope that when the time comes, my Italian will work as well.

She stood in line for returning citizens and patiently waited her turn. She had studied more about Pasto on the plane and was well versed in its location, customs and population. She reached the first of the line and was met by a very serious customs agent. He was short, had piercing eyes and to her looked a lot like a weasel.

Buenos Dias, Senorita, welcome home.

Gracias Sir, I am looking forward to returning to Pasto.

I see you have been on a long trip and have visited a number of countries on your journey.

Yes, Sir, she replied in Spanish. It has been an adventure. I traveled to the United States, Canada, Scotland, Ireland and the UK. On my way home I stopped in Portugal and Spain and now am completing my trip.

What made you decide to leave Ms. Hernandez?

Well, to be honest, I have been a school teacher for many years and have dealt with many children in the course of my career. I am single and finally felt I had had enough of children. Frankly, I needed an adult break and that is the real reason I left.

The customs agent smiled. I understand what you mean, Senorita, my wife and I have four children of our own and almost every month I wish I could take an adult time out and not have to be with them every hour of every day. Your point is well taken. Welcome home and enjoy the rest of your trip.

Thank you, sir.

He stamped her passport and she was allowed to enter the country with no additional questions asked. She was pleased with her Spanish and felt like the first test had gone well. She knew there would be many others on this journey but getting through the first one was a confidence builder.

Santa Marta, Colombia

January 17, 2031

Once she had cleared customs, Juanita headed for baggage claim like all of the other returning citizens. She had no bags, however, so once in baggage claim she simply walked on through and out the door in the direction of ground transportation. She stood in line for a couple of minutes until a cab pulled up. She informed the driver that she would like to go to the Caribe Mar Hotel in El Rodadero. The driver nodded and they left the airport.

Juanita did not speak on the way to the hotel but the cab driver talked without letting up. He told her that she had picked a very nice, inexpensive hotel. He said that it was only 800 yards to Rodadero Beach and that the hotel was very quiet. Juanita asked him how he knew about the hotel and the driver replied that his sister-in-law had worked at the hotel for a couple of years. She was no longer there but had always said nice things about it.

The cab ride took about 15 minutes. She figured that it was about three miles from the center of Santa Marta. The driver pulled up in front of a small two story hotel with bars and a gated front entrance. Juanita paid the bill and the driver drove off. The trip was not memorable, thus Juanita felt sure the cab driver would probably forget she even rode in his cab.

She passed through the gate and entered the hotel. The lobby was long and narrow. The reception desk was along one side. A young woman was at the desk and greeted her on arrival.

Juanita approached the desk and inquired in Spanish if there were any rooms available. The desk clerk checked her reservation sheet and indicated that the hotel currently had six rooms available. The prices ranged from a low of $36.00 per night to a high of $75.00 per night. Juanita selected a small room at the back of the hotel with a view out to the courtyard. The room had a new air conditioner and had its own bathroom. The price was $55.00 per night.

Juanita booked the room for one week. She took the key and proceeded up the stairs to her room. Once inside, she took a deep breath, lay down on her bed and allowed the tension she had been feeling for the past 24 hours to slowly drift away. She was exhausted and before she knew it was sound asleep. She did not wake up until six the next morning. She opened her eyes and had to think for a moment where she was and how she got there.

She was still fully clothed. Boy, I am tired, she thought. She got up, undressed and headed for the shower. Her shower had one small bar of soap and that was it. No shampoo, no moisturizer, just the one small bar of soap. The water was just warm enough to feel good. She cleaned up and just let the water run over her neck and shoulders for over five minutes. She finished, dried off and then put her clothes back on. First thing would be to find a small coffee shop, next a clothing store