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gated and cultivated； so that what was once barren land had bee areas of rich soil suitable for vines； orchards and grain。 The fields were protected against incursion with nothing more than fences of cactus and thorny jujube； although the living quarters themselves were behind a tall stockade。 Asil and Youssef's intention had been to blow up one of the kibbutz's water towers located outside the pound with explosives readily supplied by their Jordanian hosts。 But as they broke through the crude boundary under the cover of darkness； they came upon a young Israeli couple； a youth and a girl； who had found a remote spot where they could make love without being disturbed。
The couple were lying beneath a eucalyptus and it was their murmurings that caught the attention of the two Arab intruders。 Asil and Youssef looked at each other in surprise； their eyes wide and clear in the star…lit night； then crept closer to the source of the breathed sounds。 The things they saw the youth doing to the girl sent shivers of excitement running through them； for never in their lives had they witnessed such wantonness； and never before had a female's hidden flesh been exposed thus。 Because of the urgency of their lovemaking； the young couple did not hear the Arabs' approach。
Asil quickly disposed of the girl who； apart from curiosity over her secret places； held little interest for them。 Ire slit her throat while Youssef rendered her lover unconscious with a hefty stone picked up from the ground。 Between them they dragged him back through the opening they had made in the rough perimeter fence。 Once they were a safe distance away they tore strips from the Israeli's clothing to tie and gag him。 Then they enjoyed themselves with his body。
But they did far more to him than they had ever done to each other。
Their sadism was spoilt only by his abrupt finish； a lesson well learned by them； for in later years they practised curbing their extremes so that the exquisite pleasure would last for hours； if not days。 The corpse was barely recognisable as human when they had done； and their coup de grace was to cut off their victim's private parts and bring them back in a goatskin pouch to their masters in the fedayeen （who； although irritated that their orders to destroy the water tower had not been carried out； realised the dismemberment and castration of a Jew held true significance）。
Asil and Youssef had proved they were worthy soldiers of the jihad； as well as revealing their skill in passing through well…guarded enemy lines without detection。 It wasn't long before they were sent to a terrorist training camp in the Bekaa Valley of Lebanon。 There they lived in a cement shack and were taught how to use Russian firearms； rocket…launchers and mortars； how to make bombs and use them with altimetric； movement and time detonators； assassination techniques； how to enter locked buildings quietly； stalk their prey through the streets； and methods of escaping pursuit。 They ran six miles every morning then did four hours of physical training。 All this was followed by daily indoctrination classes。
They were taught that their destiny （not merely their duty） was not only to kill Zionists and their close allies； but members of any nation showing friendliness towards the non…State of Israel。 Within a year or two； Asil and Youssef were travelling to other countries as an efficient and respected assassination team。 However； they had a weakness they strove to keep from their associates （although not as cleverly as they thought； fortunately their masters allowed certain indulgences as long as operations were never jeopardised）。 That ecstatic thrill of their first sadistic murder of the Israeli youth at the kibbutz near Ofra had never been forgotten They sought to relive and refine that excitement time and time again in the foreign capitals they visited。 There are many hundreds of missing persons reported in cities all over the world every year； and most of them never appear again。 At least not ；alive。 It was relatively easy for Asil and Youssef to pick up men or hogs； or sometimes even girls （for the two terrorists； the latter was a perversion of a perversion）； and lure them to some quiet place where they could abuse； torture； and finally kill their prey。 And sexual crimes； where there is no other motive involved and no previous connection between victim and murderer； are perhaps the most difficult to solve。
The bomb had gone off prematurely。
Asil and Youssef had left the package with its quietly ticking contents beneath a bench at the Gare du Nord； leisurely strolling away from it through noisy and earnest…looking travellers towards the arches that led out to the streets of Paris。 The explosion from behind stunned everyone into an eerie three…second silence （or perhaps the roar had deafened ears to the screams）。 Pandemonium broke loose； muters and tourists curling up against walls； running out into the streets…incredibly； some going towards the source of the explosion…or clutching at each other and waiting for the worst to happen。
The two terrorists knew that the European clothes they wore and the fact that they were among a cosmopolitan crowd would not help if they panicked and rushed from the scene； even though others around them were doing precisely that。 At that particular time； Parisians were regarding any Arab or Algerian 'type' with suspicion； for the French authorities had arrested a known PLO activist a few weeks before under a charge of conspiracy； an ultimatum had been delivered by Al…Fatah that unless the 'hostage' was released and allowed to leave the country； then France could consider itself at peril。 The French authorities had a reputation in those days for 'going soft' under such pressure； and the bomb planted at the Gare du Nord was meant to show how serious the terrorists were。
Asil and Youssef forced themselves to walk calmly away from the train station。 Unfortunately it was their apparent coolness that gained the attention of an astute gendarme who was making his way into the station。 The police； including the CRS and CSP； hod been put on special alert since the arrest of the terrorist； and this particular gendarme had taken note of his pre…duty briefing on exactly what to look out for before and after an outrage such as this。 He hurried after the two smartly dressed Arabs； stopping them with a sharp； 'Alors； messieurs！' when he was close。
The mistimed blast had considerably shaken Asil and Youssef； for if the bomb had exploded just a few moments earlier； it would have been their own bodies spread across the station concourse。 Now they were being apprehended by the police！ Without even waiting to be questioned； Asil drew a knife from a hidden sheath in his jacket and stepped towards the uniformed man。 He was expert with the blade； as Youssef had bee expert with the garotte； and knew that the policeman's belt and buttoned tunic might prevent a clean thrust into the stomach。 The heart was equally as difficult； because their pursuer had raised his left arm across his chest； intentionally or unintentionally blocking a lunge。 Asil went for the next best target； aware that it would take his victim a minute or so longer to die； but at least he would drop instantly and lose consciousness within fourteen seconds。 The knife slashed across the gendarme's upper left arm； the thrust outwards and deep； severing the brachial artery。 The wounded man stared in disbelief； then fell to the pavement。
A woman screamed； but in the hubbub of similar cries and the blaring of sirens； no one took much notice。 The Arabs fled； no longer concerned whether or not they were more noticeable。 They ducked into the metro； hastily purchasing tickets and anxiously waiting on the quaff for a train…any train…to e in； expecting shouts from the barrier at any moment。 When one arrived； Youssef shuffled along beside it； pulling at the latch which opened the partment door before the train had fully stopped。 They collapsed into seats； praying to Allah that the doors would shut and the train move off before any blue…uniformed men tumbled in after them。 They changed at the next station； Gare de l'Est； going on to Chaussee d'Antin； and from there to Mont
