Jos
Rookie
- Feb 6, 2010
- 7,412
- 757
- 0
- Banned
- #1
The Plumbat AffairOn a Saturday evening in July 1973 Dan Aerbel was standing in the main street of Lillehammer, a placid Norwegian resort town 80 miles north of Oslo. On the other side of the street was Lillehammers only cinema, showing the World War II adventure epic Where Eagles Dare. Aerbel was not interested in the movie, but in a man he had watched go into the cinema for the last programme of the day. Aerbel and nine companions now in different parts of Lillehammer were waiting for the movie to end and the man to come out. When he did, they would kill him.
They had been tailing their target around Lillehammer all day. They first sighted him that morning as he relaxed over a cup of coffee at a street café in the town centre. They followed him when he went to swim at the Lillehammer pool, and then as he made his way to an apartment block on the edge of town. They staked out the building in four rented cars from which they could cover all the exits. They saw him emerge around 7:30 that evening in the company of a woman wearing a bright yellow raincoat which did not disguise the fact that she was heavily pregnant. They followed the couple as they walked back into town and saw them disappear into the cinema. Aerbel stood watching the cinemas main entrance from across the street, hoping he was not too conspicuous.
Where Eagles Dare came to its bloody but victorious climax at 10:30 pm. The audience spilled out of the cinema into the warm night air: in the midsummer twilight the man and the woman, wearing a yellow raincoat, were easy to spot. As they turned up Lillehammers main street, Storgaten, heading for the bus stop, Aerbel followed them on foot. He watched as the last bus of the night pulled up and the couple climbed on board. The message was passed on by walkie-talkie radio: the target was coming.
There were half a dozen people on the bus. It stopped once to let off a small girl and then a second time close to the apartment building where the couple had spent the afternoon. They were the only ones to get off. The bus drew away.
The woman noticed a car parked in the road facing her, its parking lights on. We thought it was waiting for the bus to pass so that it could turn, the woman said later. Then it moved slowly toward us. It passed by very close to us. Then it stopped.
Inside the car, a white Mazda, were three men and a woman, alerted to expect the bus by the radio message. As the bus disappeared up the street two of them, a man and the woman, got out. Each held a handgun, a .22 caliber Beretta fitted with a silencer.
The man who was their target saw them approach. He shouted one word: No.
The pair from the car did not reply. They shot the man six times in the stomach. As he slumped to the ground they shot him twice in the head. As he lay prostrate they shot him six more times in the back.
The pregnant woman could not believe what she saw: it was like a scene from a gangster movie. Even the guns seemed unreal. They sounded like cap pistols, she said. I saw bright flashes, many of them. It was all over in seconds.
She fell to the ground beside the dying man. The two killers ignored her, walked back to the white Mazda, got in and drove away. The pregnant woman was still huddled there when a second car, a green Volvo, drew up. The driver looked across briefly at the forlorn tableau. Certain that the man was dying, he picked up his walkie-talkie and said in English: They took him. All cars go home.
Dan Aerbel was waiting min a white Peugeot in the centre of Lillehammer when the signal came. With him were three of the others who had tracked the target to his death. They drove out of Lillehammer and headed south for Oslo. Five miles down the road the Peugeot stopped at a rendezvous point. The rest of the team were already there. Someone asked one of the killers how things had gone. He replied that a job was a job.
The small convey of cars, all of them rented, continued their journey to Oslo. Despite the apparent ease with which the task had been accomplished, Dan Aerbel, in the back of the Peugeot, was anything but relaxed. He complained of a stomach ache and took swigs from a bottle of whisky, although he professed to be a teetotaller. The young girl sitting beside him seemed just as nervous. Aerbel took her hand. Even he was not sure whether his gesture was intended to comfort or seduce.
continued how israel stole yellow-cake uranium to make it's Nuclear weapons