Ali Akbar Rashmi had made promises and alliances and was put in Ramallah’s seat on the board of OPEC.
“It may take some time, but as sure as the sun rises in the east, I will have my revenge.” Ramallah’s face registered rage.
Rashmi had financial backing but the relationships were fragile; he also had a fetish for German prostitutes, opium, and rare honey.
A Middle-Eastern man sat on a divan across from Ramallah.
“The National Cricket team looks good this year.” He got up to introduce himself.” I’m Khalil Rajoub.”
After four hours, Ramallah discovered Rajoub was a BBC journalist. They agreed to have dinner the next night.
During dinner, Rajoub made a telephone call.
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” A man called Mr. Barkstar greeted the two men. “Mr. Barkstar is a consultant who represents Brittan’s financial interests.”
“I remember you from Cambridge—.” Barkstar tried to form a common ground.
“Forgive me, Mr. Barkstar. If I am not mistaken, you are with intelligence services.”
“It is in the interests of Her Majesty’s government to have you involved with OPEC and the Oslo accords. Rashmi has strong ties with people with no scruples. I have amassed a dossier on our friend. Enough to blackmail him with.” Barkstar responded.
“If the Government of Saudi Arabia gets wind of this encounter, it will not bid well for me.”
“Tell me what you need, and it will be provided,” Kahlil gave him a card.
“I will get the list.” Ramallah said.
“Your cooperation with the Crown is appreciated.” Barkstar stated.
“Your offer is noted.”
The next week Kahlil flew to the Saricayir Valley, Turkey. Acting as a straw purchaser a shell company was formed
The company proceeded to lease the Colca Canyon Mine in Peru. The reason given was for deep-space habitation. The mine was 10,730 feet below ground level.
A British engineering company developed a chamber that was temperate, humid, and pressure-controlled to match the mine shaft at Saricayir Valley. No one knew what Ramallah had planned…