No mistaking that the innuendo from Chavez is that if we do not change our position, a flood of illegal immigrants will inundate the Southwest, which would increase the danger of terrorist attacks”. “Through the back door, we are aware that Chavez talked with the kingpin of the drug cartel in Venezuela and an official of Hamas in Lebanon”. “Do you know who this Hamas character is?” asked Roscoe. “No, but the CIA is on the hunt; rumor has it that it is most likely Ali Ben-Saud, a known terrorist”, she answered.

“So what have you been up to, Ros?” (Nan’s short for Roscoe). “Just a little detective work for Genco”. “As you know, Genco has several government contracts, which need some scrutiny with respect to security”. “As a member of the State department you must be aware of the theft that has recently occurred. It is vital that these items be recovered soon”. Nan said “I was just made aware but I was not aware you are involved” The conversation continued with each appreciating the candlelight and soft music. As dinner was over it was now time for dessert…

Caracas @ 11:30 hours

Chavez was in his typical anti American mood having a tirade over the falling economic condition of Venezuela. His oil export has declined to an all time low; unemployment was at an all time high at 56 percent. Civil war was looming and Chavez’s social society was about to crumble.

“We must take drastic steps to stave off our government’s collapse,” yelled Chavez to his defense minister Paola Avina. Chavez continued “I need action not words, so come back with plans to force the Americans to reconsider their position-you have one week!” Chavez turned to his oil minister, Juan Diaz and asked; ”What is our situation concerning oil exports?” Diaz replied; “Our exports have fallen by four million barrels per day resulting in an average daily revenue loss of two hundred and forty million American dollars. Also, Citgo has been fined two million dollars per day for violating U.S. environmental laws and all outlets have been closed until the law has been adhered to and all fines paid”. His fist twice pounding the desk Chavez stormed out of the room.

Beirut, Lebanon @ 15:30 hours

Ali Ben-Saud sat at in an alcove of a downtown bistro sipping a cup of coffee and reading an email from his covert contact in the U.S. Neither Ali or his contact had never met face to face nor did they know each other’s name. All contact was done via the Internet with a high degree of re-routing so as not to divulge a particular address or location.