actually discuss with Elie—not at this time and place, anyway.
“Our destiny,” Elie said, barely audible, “is about to arrive. Money and power to launch Counter Final Solution. ”
Lemmy nodded.
“I’m banking on you!”
“Of course.” Lemmy understood. It had been Elie’s lifelong project—to take possession of the enormous fortune SS Oberstgruppenführer Klaus von Koenig had deposited with Armande Hoffgeitz fifty years ago and use it to finance a worldwide network of Jewish assassins who would eliminate every enemy of the Jewish people. “I’ll gain control over the account very soon. It’s a lot of money. Will you transfer it to Paris?”
Elie shook his head. “Up to you. You’ll be in charge.”
“What do you mean?”
“As my successor.”
“Me?” Lemmy pushed aside the half-full plate and leaned forward over the table. “I’m a Swiss banker. I’ve never communicated with anyone but you. I don’t know anything!”
“The information will be available to you when it’s time for a transition.”
“Not interested. It’s too dangerous!”
Elie clacked his tongue.
“My life is complicated as it is. You don’t know—”
“I know more than you think.” A hint of a smile passed over Elie’s thin lips. “All in good time. Have a pleasant day, Herr Horch.”
Lemmy folded his coat over his arm and made his way to the aisle. Their table mates lifted their beers in greeting. Glancing back, he saw Elie examine the cover of The Economist , his thin body rocking back and forth as if in prayer.
*
In his alcove off the foyer of the synagogue, Rabbi Abraham Gerster took out the stapled booklet Itah Orr had given him and placed it on the small desk. ILOT – Member Manual – Top Secret. The second page carried typed text that resembled the oath recited at the swearing-in ceremony he had seen on TV. The third page had the Table of Contents:
1. Tight lips – how to keep your true identity secret from friend & foe;
2. False identity – how to select, maintain, and change your alias;
3. Passwords – how to create, obtain, and use them;
4. Comrades’ personal info – what you don’t know you can’t reveal;
5. Field security – how to detect and shake off a tail;
6. Surveillance – how to conduct basic tracking, scouting, and watching;
7. Sabotage – how to maximize damage while using everyday materials;
8. Street warfare – how to start a riot, trip law enforcement, and slip away;
9. First aid – how to treat for tear gas, baton strikes, horse kicks, and bullet wounds;
10. Light weapons – how to obtain a license, purchase, and maintain guns;
11. Target practice – basic rules, secret locations, standards of proficiency;
12. Surviving capture – how to resist physical/psychological pressure by the authorities;
13. Readiness to sacrifice – giving up your life for Torah, Land, and People of Israel!
Rabbi Gerster proceeded to read each page of the ILOT manual with growing concern. The loud, constant hum of hundreds of Neturay Karta men studying Talmud in the synagogue filtered through his door, providing none of the calming effect he usually found in the familiar noise. Some of the pages provided detailed instructions, which appeared to have been copied from military manuals more suitable for urban warfare than an illegal militia. The pages dealing with passwords, aliases, and surveillance tactics contained details and procedures that had clearly originated in professional secret service training manuals, not in the mind of an amateur right-wing activist.
A knock came from the door. Rabbi Gerster folded the ILOT manual and stuck it in his coat pocket. “Yes?”
Benjamin’s eldest son, Jerusalem, poked his head in the door. “My father asked if you would like to hear today’s lecture.”
“Ah, yes.” Rabbi Gerster rose slowly from the chair. “I can’t wait to hear how Benjamin explains the sage Elazar’s comment about the lawyers.”
“You mean, how not
“Our destiny,” Elie said, barely audible, “is about to arrive. Money and power to launch Counter Final Solution. ”
Lemmy nodded.
“I’m banking on you!”
“Of course.” Lemmy understood. It had been Elie’s lifelong project—to take possession of the enormous fortune SS Oberstgruppenführer Klaus von Koenig had deposited with Armande Hoffgeitz fifty years ago and use it to finance a worldwide network of Jewish assassins who would eliminate every enemy of the Jewish people. “I’ll gain control over the account very soon. It’s a lot of money. Will you transfer it to Paris?”
Elie shook his head. “Up to you. You’ll be in charge.”
“What do you mean?”
“As my successor.”
“Me?” Lemmy pushed aside the half-full plate and leaned forward over the table. “I’m a Swiss banker. I’ve never communicated with anyone but you. I don’t know anything!”
“The information will be available to you when it’s time for a transition.”
“Not interested. It’s too dangerous!”
Elie clacked his tongue.
“My life is complicated as it is. You don’t know—”
“I know more than you think.” A hint of a smile passed over Elie’s thin lips. “All in good time. Have a pleasant day, Herr Horch.”
Lemmy folded his coat over his arm and made his way to the aisle. Their table mates lifted their beers in greeting. Glancing back, he saw Elie examine the cover of The Economist , his thin body rocking back and forth as if in prayer.
*
In his alcove off the foyer of the synagogue, Rabbi Abraham Gerster took out the stapled booklet Itah Orr had given him and placed it on the small desk. ILOT – Member Manual – Top Secret. The second page carried typed text that resembled the oath recited at the swearing-in ceremony he had seen on TV. The third page had the Table of Contents:
1. Tight lips – how to keep your true identity secret from friend & foe;
2. False identity – how to select, maintain, and change your alias;
3. Passwords – how to create, obtain, and use them;
4. Comrades’ personal info – what you don’t know you can’t reveal;
5. Field security – how to detect and shake off a tail;
6. Surveillance – how to conduct basic tracking, scouting, and watching;
7. Sabotage – how to maximize damage while using everyday materials;
8. Street warfare – how to start a riot, trip law enforcement, and slip away;
9. First aid – how to treat for tear gas, baton strikes, horse kicks, and bullet wounds;
10. Light weapons – how to obtain a license, purchase, and maintain guns;
11. Target practice – basic rules, secret locations, standards of proficiency;
12. Surviving capture – how to resist physical/psychological pressure by the authorities;
13. Readiness to sacrifice – giving up your life for Torah, Land, and People of Israel!
Rabbi Gerster proceeded to read each page of the ILOT manual with growing concern. The loud, constant hum of hundreds of Neturay Karta men studying Talmud in the synagogue filtered through his door, providing none of the calming effect he usually found in the familiar noise. Some of the pages provided detailed instructions, which appeared to have been copied from military manuals more suitable for urban warfare than an illegal militia. The pages dealing with passwords, aliases, and surveillance tactics contained details and procedures that had clearly originated in professional secret service training manuals, not in the mind of an amateur right-wing activist.
A knock came from the door. Rabbi Gerster folded the ILOT manual and stuck it in his coat pocket. “Yes?”
Benjamin’s eldest son, Jerusalem, poked his head in the door. “My father asked if you would like to hear today’s lecture.”
“Ah, yes.” Rabbi Gerster rose slowly from the chair. “I can’t wait to hear how Benjamin explains the sage Elazar’s comment about the lawyers.”
“You mean, how not
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