Tel Aviv was enjoying another routine day of business and commerce. Decorations for the upcoming Chanukah festival were beginning to make appearances in stores and restaurants. Many began dusting off their menorahs and placing them in their customary annual spots by the window. While Tel Avivians went about their business and tourists traversed the city, two men calling themselves Daniel and Victor were notified through encoded email that it was time to proceed with their mission. Victor commented how much easier it would have been to pick off a target in Athens, where security paled in comparison to Israel.
“We are here because we are the best,” Daniel responded with a smile.
“Good point. Hey, toss me a beer since you are up,” Victor said.
“It’s not even one o’clock.”
“I know, I’m ready for lunch.”