Tag: intelligence drama

The safehouse in Kornos was barely more than a ruin. A single-story stone farmhouse nestled between olive groves, long since abandoned to heat and wild […]

The café in old town Limassol didn’t exist on Google Maps. It sat between a shuttered antique shop and a boarded-up photography studio, its faded […]

The sun was already high by the time Alon and Nora reached the outskirts of Limassol, where Cyprus flattened into industry, dry ports, warehouses, truck […]

The apartment was dark except for the wash of green and gold from Nora’s laptop screen. Outside, the Larnaca night deepened, quiet streets interrupted only […]

The Red Sea was a mirror that morning, flat, gleaming, deceptively still. Below the surface, currents pulled quietly, shaping unseen paths in the salt and […]

Larnaca smelled of salt and citrus and secrets left too long in the sun. The plane touched down just before dusk, wheels kissing the tarmac […]

Eilat woke slowly, the city blinking under a gauze of pre-dawn haze. The Red Sea was still, colored in bruises, violet, charcoal, a streak of […]

The Arava Valley was all bone and heat and silence. A single road stretched into nothing, swallowed by dust on both ends. The horizon shimmered. […]

The industrial edge of Eilat was a skeleton of its former self, warehouses cracked open like broken shells, half-built storage hangars swallowed by desert wind. […]

Eilat wasn’t a city, it was a mirage stitched together by sun and silence. The kind of place where things disappeared. People. Weapons. Truth. The […]