Judah’s Justice

By Robin Winters

Islamic terrorists loyal to Hezbollah have plotted to detonate a thermonuclear IED (improvised explosive device) in New York City. With God’s grace, the CIA acted as liaison with SOCOM (Special Operations Command) in a highly classified, Super Secret, clandestine operation, code-named Wrath of God. The land of milk and honey is under siege by genocidal Islamic combatants. The threat to humanity must be terminated under the most supreme law—the divine decree of God’s law.

Judah’s Justice sheds a very bright light upon a very dark path that our courageous counterterrorism operatives must tread. You’ll be deeply shaken, inspired, and motivated to respect and honor the sacred men and women of the CIA Directorate of Operations, Clandestine Service. Without their sacrifices in the face of existing dangers, America would be under martial law; our civil liberties and freedoms lost. Life in America would be anarchy. The true colors of our star-spangled banner would no longer shine. Judah’s Justice is the stage for the NWOD (New World Order Decree) endorsed by the United Nations Security Council.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546254744

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CHAPTER 1

Israel

Haifa District

Gold Farm Estate

21 March 2026

7:00 A.M. IDT-Israel Daylight Time

Dawn brought upon the day a bright sunny morning, the sky a pale azure blue color, cloudless with a slight humidity index. Transparent sheer white curtains of Judah Gold’s second story bedroom billowed gently with incoming breezes wafting of a sweet floral bouquet scent from his mother’s flower garden of lavender and centifolia roses. Judah rose to start the day, rubbing his eyes of sleep, yawning, a glance outside spurred a smile, upon taking notice of beautiful weather in store for his 18th birthday party celebration. Judah are you awake? I’ve prepared your favorite pastry, cinnamon babka, come along dear it’s fresh from the oven, his mother announced loudly.

Judah hastily washed his face and hands, slipped on a cotton robe, a gift from Hanukkah embroidered with capital JG in fancy gold characters of Hebrew, then scurried to the kitchen downstairs for breakfast.

Judah’s mother and father were an affluent Jewish farming couple whom resided on a 100 acre estate just six miles on the outskirt of Haifa, Israel. Ben and Rose Gold were prominent members of Haifa high society, dearly respected, admired, and loved by all those whom considered their friendship an honor. Gold Farm Estate produced an exclusive cash crop, which thrives in desert alkaline soils and climate. Saffron, the most expensive spice in the world, was cultivated in vast quantities for domestic sales to gourmet restaurants, luxury hotels, and posh resorts throughout Israel.

The Gold Farm Estate agribusiness flourished, Judah was proud of his parents, they respected and honored each other, a virtue seldom seen in upper class elite Jewish society. Judah dearly loved his parents for their compassion for others less fortunate, and most of all the love they’ve shown for himself.

Judah today is your 18th birthday, soon your transition from boyhood to manhood shall commence, and hence your responsibilities, obligations a man attains, go with it, Ben Gold announced sternly.

With this advancement in your life, understanding your ambition to follow the footsteps of your grandfather, I purchased a very special birthday present for you Judah, Ben Gold stated.

On the kitchen table was a long gift-wrapped present and birthday card. Judah closely inspected his birthday present, curious what could be inside, perplexed at the length of the box.

You may open your birthday present Judah, Ben Gold said as Judah stared at the box in awe.

Judah delicately removed the gift wrapping to reveal a rifle case, though he was not aware of it’s purpose. Gently opening the two clasps Judah lifted the rifle case top open, inside was a Hatsan 135 QE Vortex .22 caliber break barrel air rifle.

Father many humble thanks from my heart,! Judah bellowed as he embraced his parents for honoring his birthday wish this year.

Judah my research has indicated the Hatsan 135 QE Vortex .22 caliber break barrel air rifle is the most powerful of it’s class and engineering. You will be enabled to hone your skills in stalking and marksmanship here on the farm, with pest control, hunting the invasive Eurasian collard doves, Judah’s father said.

Son make efficient use of your idle time wisely. Your mother and I are so proud of your championship victory at the Israeli Krav Maga nationals. Though we feel it’s imperative you devote more time, and concentrate on your stalking skills, marksmanship, Ben Gold said.

Yes sir father. Each and every day I’ll devote a couple of hours with targets and hunting doves in our saffron fields, Judah replied.

Israel is a desert country, a junction of three continents which makes the invasion of foreign species an issue to contend with for state wildlife biologists. The INPA - Israel Nature and Parks Authority initiated a special hunting season in an effort to curb an ever increasing population of Eurasian collard doves. These birds have been a serious pest to many hundreds of kibbutz farms in Israel, eating the seeds of newly sown vegetables and flowers with a voracious appetite, causing much distress among farm foremen. On Gold Farm Estate Eurasian collard doves hinder the production of prized saffron, a primary cash crop for the Gold family. A variety of measures to drive the large flocks of doves from their saffron fields have proven altogether futile.

Judah’s late grandfather, Abraham Gold, was a mentor his entire life often reciting combat missions around campfires after sport fishing at sea.

Judah’s deceased grandfather was an infamous military sniper of the IDF - Israeli Defense Force, with a record number of confirmed kills, mostly militant enemy combatants of the PLO - Palestinian Liberation Organization. A number of ranking Hamas terrorist organization operatives as well. Abraham Gold later was recruited into the Israeli intelligence agency, the Mossad. Part of a paramilitary clandestine branch of the Mossad, the Kidon a division of highly trained assassins deployed to liquidate threats to Israeli state security. Abraham Gold was a black belt Krav Maga champion, fluent in six languages, and was among the most brilliant masterminds within the Mossad for 30 years. At 88 years old, Abraham Gold died of natural causes. Judah was devastated, mourning his beloved grandfathers death for months afterward, Ben and Rose had to seek professional help on behalf of Judah’s mental health.

With the cherished fond memories of his late grandfather Abraham Gold, Judah refines his skills in stalking and marksmanship hunting doves with intrepid stealth in the saffron fields of Gold Farm Estate. Concealed among windbreaks of centifolia rose bushes and sweet acacia trees planted along the farms fencelines to protect developing crocus blooms, Judah laying in wait for the troublesome feathered quarry, often harvests dozens of birds daily.

Judah’s mother, Rose Gold, was a superb cook of Middle Eastern cuisine and each weekend prepared a relished dish of spicy, kosher dove paprikash from breast meat. A special time for the Gold family and farm workers at Gold Farm Estate was to gather around a campfire on the shoreline of their 3 acre irrigation pond for a picnic dinner in celebration of improved saffron production. Much camaraderie among family and friends was a heartwarming event for all. After numerous bottles of Israeli Goldstar beer Judah’s father, Ben Gold, stood to announce a toast in a slightly drunken stupor.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, may I have the undisputed honor to nominate the sacred date of November 11th 2004 for the historic archives of the state of Israel as a national holiday. Please raise your bottles in a toast to rejoice on this splendid day on behalf of all peoples throughout Israel. Eat, drink and be merry for we are truly God’s children,! Ben Gold slurred.

Excuse me Mr. Gold. Why do you elect November 11th 2004 as an Israeli national holiday,? a young farm boy worker shouted from across the campfire.

Heavens praise be the day. You say you don’t know why young man,? That was the glorious day our scourge of Israel, Yasser Arafat, kicked the bucket,! a drunk Ben Gold exclaimed loudly.

Roaring laughter erupted, the party of 45 adults and children found Ben Gold’s joke so hilarious all were in tears almost choking on food and beverage, attempting to redeem their social composure in a futile effort.

Oh Ben, you are so obnoxious, you silly man, sit down and stop that nonsense immediately, there’re children present, Rose Gold blurted in embarrassment at her drunken husband’s morbid sense of humor.

Benjamin I’ve one for you old friend…Why did Adolph Hitler run to Berlin’s largest department store,? Jacob Kahn, the Gold Farm estate foreman, asked earnestly.

I haven’t a clue Jacob, Ben Gold slurred.

Because he heard boy’s pants were half off,! Jacob Kahn shouted laughing gleefully.

Gales of guffaws, stifled snickers, ensued among all partygoers gathered around the campfire drinking Goldstar beer in a festive manner. Moments later a woman stood to exclaim aloud…

Jacob Kahn I do declare you’re so nasty with your vulgar jokes, enough of that already,! Patsy Kahn, the wife of Gold Farm estate foreman, shrieked in mock anger at her drunken husband.

As the sunset fell, a chilling temperature of the desert night permeated in the crisp, dry air to spur an end to a memorable gathering of family and friends at Gold Farm Estate.

Judah slept soundly that night, feeling the effects of three Goldstar beers he cleverly smuggled, then guzzled, from an ice chest when his mother was not present. Morning evolved with a characteristic cock-a-doodle-doo wakeup call courtesy of Clovis, Judah’s Rhode Island Red rooster pet. Judah rose to embark on a day of target practice and dove hunting in his family’s saffron fields. Being ravenous, Judah wolfed down two bagels topped with cream cheese, slices of ripe cantaloupe melon, orange juice and black coffee sweetened with raw sugar, a breakfast of champions he thought to himself.

En route to the barnyard Judah was summoned to their den for a word with his mother and father.

Judah, your father and I are going to Wadi Nisnas Farmers Market in Haifa. Please collect the 50 pound saffron crop harvested last week and stow it in the Range Rover dear. With God’s grace the head chef from five star Carmel Forest Hotel will broker a purchase of our crop through three other hotels, Rose Gold declared.

Yes mother I’ll do so right away, Judah replied.

Ben and Rose Gold departed their desert farm for Haifa, to purchase a weeks worth of groceries, and hopefully seal a deal on a pricey saffron crop.

Waving his parents goodbye Judah gathered a small wooden stool, a hunting satchel, and his new high-tech, powerful break barrel air rifle for a morning dove hunt in the saffron fields of Gold Farm Estate. Settling in amongst densely planted centifolia rose bushes and sweet acacia trees planted parallel to their farm’s fencelines as a windbreak, Judah sat down to await flocks of Eurasian collard doves. Peering through the powerful Zeiss 5 X 25 air rifle scope at a small flock of 12 doves which landed merely 50 feet directly in front of his concealed blind, Judah began to expertly dispatch dove by dove. Casting additional handfulls of chicken scratch grain of cracked corn and wheat, drew doves in by the hundreds. A short time thereafter Judah had harvested 36 doves so he decided to return to their farmhouse and process his birds, thus to avoid possible spoilage, as the temperature was already 90 degrees. Unexpectantly a strange, faint and very distant boom was heard, interrupting a peaceful morning.

Jesus Christ of Nazareth what was that,? Judah spoke out loud to himself.

Immediately despair filled his thoughts, Wadi Nisnas Farmers Market was the location where a Palestinian suicide bomber, Hamas jihadi, blew herself up killing nine people, four of which were children, just a month ago.

Without any delay Judah ran to their farmhouse with his gear, sweating profusely, breathless on the verge of nausea. Reaching for a landline phone Judah called the field office of Shin Bet, Israeli national police in Haifa. A shallow, somber voice answered his call…

Good morning, Haifa Shin Bet, the dispatcher said.

Yes good morning to you sir. My name is Judah Gold, I’m calling from our farm in the Haifa District, Gold Farm Estate. I just heard what seemed to be an explosion. Has there been another suicide bomber attack,? Judah exclaimed nervously, almost in tears.

I’m afraid so son, the Shin Bet agent stated in a sullen tone. We’re investigating on the scene with first responders to assess the damage and casualties. I’ll phone you with information when we learn the facts. Please convey a phone number where I can reach you shortly," the Shin Bet agent requested.

Judah relayed their residential phone number to the Shin Bet agent and pleaded for a return call as soon as the facts were discovered, that he was worried about his parents Ben and Rose Gold. Judah went to the solitude of his upstairs bedroom to deal with the impending emotional turmoil manifesting deeply, he began to shudder in fear, a cold, empty anguish engulfed him.

Judah was shaken up so terribly he could not contain his composure. He began to recite the memory of television coverage a month earlier of a female Hamas terrorist member of the PLO - Palestinian Liberation Organization detonated a massive C-4 explosive suicide vest. She smiled at a vegetable vendor, then held up a spring loaded toggle switch manufactured to detonate the bomb when the spring was released, not pressed. The vendor was badly injured but survived miraculously.

Alarmed at the ring of an incoming phone call Judah sprinted downstairs to the phone in their kitchen.

Gold residence,! Judah shouted in exasperation to the unknown caller.

Judah I’m Amos Levi from the Haifa Shin Bet field office. Could I see you please? I’m at the front gate of your farm, the Shin Bet agent stated sullenly.

Yes sir I’ll be right there,! Judah blurted in tremendous apprehension.

Sprinting to the massive ornamental wrought iron entrance gate of Gold Farm Estate, Judah noticed two men dressed in black suits with military crew cut hair, wearing Ray Ban Aviator sunglasses, slowly approaching him. Shin Bet agent Amos Levi introduced himself, presenting his badge as he placed a hand on Judah’s shoulder.

Shin Bet agent Amos Levi removed his sunglasses as a tear fell, in a trembling voice he asked Judah to take a seat on a nearby granite stone bench.

"Judah I’m sorry to say but your parents were killed this morning at Wadi Nisnas Farmers Market by a Hamas suicide bomber. Judah abruptly stood, frozen in agony, petrified, unable to utter a word. A minute passed when the reality of his parents demise fell upon his psyche, Judah began to lose his mind screaming.

No! God in heaven no! No! No! No! No way, not my parents, Judah screamed at the top of his lungs.

Shin Bet agent Amos Levi grabbed Judah to embrace him in his time of grief. Judah pushed him away and screamed…

You stinking, filthy terrorists! By all that’s holy on God’s green earth I’ll have my justice, Judah’s justice. I’m going to unleash the mighty wrath of God upon your wicked souls. May you cowardly, heartless vile bastards burn in hell,! Judah screamed to vent his growing rage inside his mind.

Gold Farm Estate foreman Jacob Kahn and his wife Patsy arrived running at full speed, with their two children Aaron and Dahlia.

Oh my God Judah we’re so sorry for your loss, come here dear boy, Patsy Kahn cried as she embraced a sobbing, emotionally disturbed Judah Gold to comfort him.

Never has Judah ever encountered such debilitating emotional and spiritual suffering. An agony of unfaltering depression, bouts of insomnia for weeks on end, staring with eyes wide open into the darkness of night, shouting aloud at God why he brought this fate to his beloved parents. From that point onward Judah changed emotionally, so traumatized his expression seemed as though he was manifested in a state of catatonic psycho immobility. To ease his pain Judah ventured out in the coolness of night with his tactical flashlight, headlight, and Hatsan air rifle to hunt for deadly venomous desert horned vipers. Affixing a red laser pointer to the end of his air rifle barrel Judah relished every chance to punch a hole through the ghastly heads of these wretched snakes native throughout the Middleeast.

Quite an impressive collection of tanned snake skins was accumulated in the barn at Gold Farm Estate. Online Judah purchased a special tanning compound from a taxidermist supply company in the United States. Judah used a special sealer to permanently preserve his snake skins, gluing the skins on strips of white felt, then framing under acrylic glass, he sold his novelties to many wildlife biologists at the INPA - Israel Nature and Parks Authority. Many were sold to tourists in Haifa.

Judah detested these vile serpents of the night, attaining much gratification in killing them, as he would one day hunt down and kill terrorists.

Jacob Kahn, Gold Farm estate foreman, and his wife Patsy were having a cup of coffee to start their day when the landline phone began to ring. It was 8:00 A.M. which was unusually early for any agribusiness related phone calls. Patsy Kahn was puzzled as she answered her kitchen phone.

Good morning Kahn residence, Patsy Kahn said to the unknown caller.

Good morning Mrs. Kahn. My name is Talia Dentz I’m a case manager with the Israeli Child Welfare Services office in Haifa. I apologize for calling so early in the day, but there’s a pressing matter we must resolve as soon as possible. My assistant, Elijah Abelman, and I wish to arrange a house call to consult with you and your husband concerning Judah Gold’s case. Would it be an intrusion if we scheduled a consultation this morning at 10:00 A.M.,? the case manager inquired.

Could you be more specific, what’s the nature of your business,? Patsy Kahn asked somewhat offended.

Mrs. Kahn due to your husband’s unemployment without an income, coupled with the fact Gold Farm Estate is being auctioned to settle outstanding debts, a judge has decided Judah should be placed at Mount Carmel Orphanage for adoption. After the court order is served Judah will be placed with a wealthy Jewish couple in New York, USA where we feel his best interests will be met, the case manager stated rather arrogantly.

For the love of God! Who do you people think you are,!? Judah has been a part of our family ever since the day he was born. Rose and Ben Gold have been our employers and dearest friends for 17 years. How dare you insinuate we’re unable to provide a family setting, to love and nurture him, as parents. Jacob and I have two children of our own whom adore Judah, an infuriated Patsy Kahn shouted at the case manager.

I’m sincerely apologetic Mrs. Kahn. I don’t have any administrative affiliation with the judiciary other than providing progress reports, and initial case profiles. Family court judges make all the final decisions based on the specific facts within each individual case. I understand you’re distressed with the state and their final ruling. In all due respect to you and your husband it’s my official duty to inform you that if you fail to comply with the judges court order, Shin Bet federal police will be subsequently summoned to place you under arrest for contempt of court, the case manager stated bleakly.

Very well then. My husband and I’ll agree to meet with you and your associate stormtrooper at 10:00 A.M. I do hope you have a fatal car accident en route,! Patsy Kahn screamed and slammed the phone down in it’s cradle.

Patsy Kahn burst into tears, sobbing hysterically as Jacob embraced her lovingly.

Oh my God Jacob what are we going to do,?! Patsy Kahn wailed as her husband shed tears of his own.

Patsy I’m so sorry but honestly there’s nothing we can do. Basically we’re at the mercy of the courts, Jacob Kahn declared in a trembling voice of grief.

We can challenge them in court Jacob! Are you going to give up on Judah! What would Ben and Rose think of you now,!? Patsy Kahn retorted.

Oh Patsy we’d spend a fortune, most of our life savings, with attorney’s fees, fighting a battle we cannot win. I’m just as distraught as you are but we must be strong together and overcome this secondary tragedy as a family. Please try to maintain your composure when the case managers arrive, Jacob Kahn said.

That morning at 10:00 A.M. sharp two case managers from the Israeli Child Welfare Services arrived to obtain signatures from Jacob and Patsy Kahn confirming receipt of the official notice and court order for Judah’s placement at Mount Carmel Orphanage.

Patsy I’m going out to see Judah. He’s hunting doves in the saffron fields. You must not allow your grief to compromise your character, it’ll only worsen Judah’s frame of mind. Do you understand me,? Jacob Kahn asked his sobbing wife.

Jacob Kahn left the small stone cottage farmhouse Ben Gold built for him and his family a decade ago, entered the rustic old wood barn, and took a seat in a John Deere Gator utility vehicle. Searching for the right words, and the courage to speak them, was a challenge for Jacob Kahn. Judah was a second son to the Kahn family, Jacob knew his two children, Aaron and Dahlia, would be equally as distraught. He started the John Deere Gator, pulled out of the barn to meet Judah in the saffron fields hunting doves.

Judah! Good morning son, any luck so far,? Jacob Kahn inquired as he parked under the shade of an old mulberry tree.

As usual my morning take of a dozen doves Jacob. I want to smoke these with fruit tree wood to see if smoked dove breast is any good, Judah replied.

I imagine smoked dove will be very tasty. I do know smoked duck breast is quite delicious, and smoked turkey breast too. But honestly I’m not a serious advocate of turkey, Jacob Kahn said.

What are you doing, fence inspection,? Judah asked.

Judah we must have a talk son, I’ve some important information to share with you, Jacob Kahn said trying to keep his emotions in check.

Judah rose from the wooden stool he was sitting on concealed among dense centifolia rose bushes and sweet acacia trees then walked over to Jacob Kahn.

What’s going on Jacob? I’m not altogether well at this moment with the expression upon your face. Judah stated.

Judah have a seat, the subject is rather involved so try to see the bright side of it, Jacob Kahn said.

Judah held his hand up to interrupt Jacob Kahn in midsentence and boldly exclaimed…

Jacob enough of the stonewalling, what’s up,?!

"Judah the Israeli Child Welfare Services paid Patsy and I a visit this morning. I don’t know how to say this but a judge has issued a court order for your placement at Mount Carmel Orphanage in Haifa. You’re not a legal adult, thus cannot reside alone in your home without a legal guardian. Gold Farm Estate is being auctioned to settle taxes and debts your father incurred which are none. Your father was a wealthy man son, he had no debts and always paid taxes on time.

I’m going to tell them to fuck off,! Judah shouted in anger. What judge issued the court order,!?"

Son we weren’t at liberty to inquire what legalities are involved. And due to the fact I’m officially unemployed I cannot adopt you. You know we would if we could Judah, Jacob Kahn said struggling to keep his wits.

What a bunch of fucking commies! Israel is a free sovereign country not a fucking dictatorship! I should be able to reside here on my parents farm! I want to have a word with that pompous ass judge! Jesus Christ of Nazareth Jacob, act like you got a pair, know what I mean,?! Judah yelled.

Judah I love you with the same love I have for my son Aaron. I’d do anything in the world to adopt you. It’s out of my hands son, Jacob Kahn replied tearfully.

Judah jumped out of the John Deere Gator furiously and left for the farmhouse to place a phone call to the Israeli Child Welfare Services.

Good afternoon, Israeli Child Welfare Services, how may I direct your call,? the receptionist inquired.

Yes my name is Judah Gold. Please patch me through to Tokyo Rose, the tyrannical pork eating asshole in charge of my case on the double before I get even more excited than I already am,! Judah shouted on the phone.

Excuse me sir, but I must insist you refrain from your use of vulgarity please. Just one moment, the receptionist replied.

Talia Dentz speaking, how may I assist you,? the case manager said.

So you’re the clown that showed up at my farm this morning informing Jacob and Patsy Kahn I’m being placed for adoption, by court order, at Mount Carmel Orphanage,! Judah yelled on the phone.

Judah, young man, please try to contain your composure. We understand you’re faced with a difficult situation, we’re here to see to it your best interests are met, the case manager replied.

Bitch I have news for you. You and your chickenshit colleague had best keep your ass off my farm. Fuck you and that broken-down, unshod, tick-ridden, swayback, mangy bag of bones of a horse you rode in on! I was born and raised here on Gold Farm Estate, how dare you two state puppets insult the Kahns the way you did this morning. While you’re at it send my humble regards to that control freak over at the Gestapo, that fucking commie judge,! Judah screamed as he slammed the phone down almost breaking it.

That afternoon at 3:00 P.M. a van from the Israeli Child Welfare Services arrived at Gold Farm Estate, accompanied by an unmarked sedan from the Haifa Police Department. In remembrance and honor of his deceased parents Judah went peacefully with his escort to reside in a very strange and new environment.

A month elapsed at Mount Carmel Orphanage, it was actually not so bad as Judah had originally thought, the image of an orphanage is a depressing one to many homeless, destitute children of the world. Judah was permitted to practice target shooting at paper plates with his newly found friends. Many shooting matches between his friends proved to be an activity generating much excitement, though Judah was always the victor. One early morning after breakfast a counselor from the Mount Carmel Orphanage staff summoned Judah to her office for a conference.

Judah I’ve some wonderful news for you this morning. A very gracious Jewish couple from New York, United States of America has traveled here to Israel so they can meet you in person. We’re all overjoyed. Please be the honorable young man I know you are and show them their due respect, alright Judah,? the counselor implored.

Honestly I feel like the Israeli Poster Child for the United Nations Children’s Fund. So then what if I’m not eye to eye compatible with my envisioned prospects,? Judah inquired sulking.

Please Judah, open your heart to Simon and Judy Bakal, as they’re opening their hearts to you. You’ll adore them, they’re maple sugar producers and reside on a sprawling farm in upstate New York, the case manager stated.

Maple sugar producers? Farmers,? Judah asked the counselor curiously.

Yes the Bakals are farmers indeed. Their farm estate is not a cultivated tree plantation orchard which you’re familiar with like what we have here in Israel, such as olive, orange, and lemon. The Bakals own a 6,000 acre hardwood forest of sugar maple trees. Each Spring when daytime temperatures rise, sugar maple trees begin production of sap stimulated by the climate. Trees are tapped, small holes are drilled in their trunks, steel spigots are inserted in the holes, sap is collected then boiled down to remove the excess water leaving a delicious syrup behind. Here I’ll let you sample maple syrup Judah, the counselor said.

The counselor opened a bottom drawer of her desk to remove a package of Jewish pita bread and a small bottle of Maple Mountain brand maple syrup from Simon Bakal’s company in New York, Maple Mountain, LLC. She poured a dollop of maple syrup on a paper plate and handed it to Judah with a piece of pita bread.

Dip a piece of the pita bread in the maple syrup, it’s delicious, the counselor said assuringly convincing.

Judah followed suit then exclaimed…

So sweet and delicious. I love it! Wow this syrup comes from trees,? Judah asked.

That’s correct Judah. I’ll show you photographs of Simon Bakal’s farm estate here on my desktop computer, pull a chair around my desk I’ll let you view the gallery the Bakals emailed me, the counselor said.

See the maple trees here, they’re wild native trees of the Northeast United States and Canada. Notice the spigots in the trunks, and pipelines connected to collect the sap. And this is what’s called a sugarhouse where the raw sap is boiled down to render syrup, the counselor concluded.

That’s very interesting. These maple trees are wild and not cultivated, Judah said.

And Judah you must know Simon Bakal has one of the largest collections of bolt action sporting rifles in the world, he’s an avid collector, the counselor went on.

So I’ll be able to explore the estate and hunt with my Hatsan air rifle, Judah inquired.

I’m certain of it Judah. Simon Bakal has traveled the world on safaris and is a member of every wildlife conservation organization in the world. Every single one of them, I’d guess to be several hundred, the counselor deduced.

Maybe I should have a change of heart and embrace the Bakals with open arms, Judah declared.

Yes Judah, I think you certainly should, the counselor whispered with a tear in her eye.

That afternoon Simon and Judy Bakal met Judah for the first time. The senior Jewish couple were deeply touched when they learned the tragic events Judah had sustained in his adolescent youth, having to endure the loss of his biological parents Ben and Rose Gold by a Hamas PLO suicide bomber. Then the heartbreaking ordeal of being torn away from the Kahn family by the state of Israel. Being very wealthy, having most of anything a person could ever want in life, the Bakals felt a part of life was missing. To adopt a poor child, and become parents would fill a void in their lonely lives with love and affection, a child was the answer to their prayers.

Judah was granted a special day pass to explore Haifa, have lunch, go shopping, and see the sights of the city. Judah soon developed a spiritual bond, with great respect and admiration for the two seniors. At the day’s end Judah embraced Simon and Judy Bakal with a fierce hug.

Simon and Judy I had a wonderful time today. Thank you for the lunch and cloths. To think you traveled 5,635 miles to come visit with me is endearing and quite humbling. Honestly I must say at first I thought I was the new candidate, Israeli Poster Child, for UNICEF. I don’t feel that way anymore, Judah said almost crying.

We’re here for you Judah. We love you and will do our very best to provide a structured life, a family setting, with respect and admiration for you as our son. In time Judy and I hope you’ll see the goodness in us, and love us as your parents, Simon Bakal croaked in emotion as Judy began stifling an emerging sob forming deeply in her chest.

"Judah dear boy you’re a very intelligent young man with your whole life ahead of you.

We’ll be there by your side, day and night, to deal with life’s trials and tribulations as a family. Don’t ever hesitate to share your thoughts with us on any matter or need in life. We’re your parents, we love you Judah," Judy Bakal stated managing to keep her composure, though it was a task to do so.

The newly formed Bakal family spent the following week exploring Haifa District, Wadi Nisnas Farmers Market was avoided despite the numerous flea markets, and crafts vendors present.

Judah Gold bid farewell to his friends, counselors, and staff at the Mount Carmel Orphanage. He phoned the Kahn family assuring Jacob and Patsy, along with their two children Aaron and Dahlia he’d be in touch soon.

At dawn the following day, Simon and Judy Bakal, along with their newly adopted son Judah Gold, departed Haifa International Airport for the 5,635 mile flight to New York, a new beginning, a new life, for a new family. During the 13 hour flight Judah and Simon talked for hours about break barrel air rifles, bolt action sporting rifles, and big game hunting. The subject of ultra long range target competition, and military snipers came up. Simon was briefed in detail the profile of Judah’s late grandfather Abraham Gold, his exploits as a famous sniper in the IDF - Israeli Defense Force, and later his recruitment into Israeli intelligence, the Mossad’s Kidon Division.

Simon are you familiar with the Hebrew word Kidon,? Judah inquired as his adopted father was finishing a third Dewars whisky on the rocks.

Simon Bakal knew exactly what kidon meant in Hebrew, but declined to reveal his knowledge in order to coerce Judah to further divulge his interest in knowing if he did.

I’m not fluent in Hebrew, I speak basic phrases and so on Judah. So tell me what’s the meaning of kidon,? Simon asked his newly adopted son.

Kidon means tip of the spear, the name of the division in the Mossad, a paramilitary covert black operations unit. They execute operations, assassinations liquidating HVT - High Value Targets, mostly terrorists, Judah said with the glare of a lunatic Simon will never forget.

CHAPTER 2

New York, USA

St. Lawrence County

Canton Township

Maple Mountain Estate

8:00 A.M. Eastern Standard Time

6 April 2027

A year passed, life was pleasant at Maple Mountain Estate, Judah began to develop a spiritual bond with his adopted parents Simon and Judy Bakal. Judah spent his days exploring the 6,000 acre sugar maple forest, hunting squirrels with his cherished Hatsan 135 QE Vortex .22 caliber break barrel air rifle. One afternoon as Judah was hunting squirrels he spotted a porcupine feeding on the succulent new growth shoots of a sugar maple tree. He phoned Simon to consult with him about the creature feeding on their prized sugar maple trees.

Simon there’s a porcupine feeding on a sugar maple tree, quite busy foraging on the new growth shoots, what do you propose to do,? Judah inquired.

We eradicate porcupines at will son. Porcupines and beaver are the scourge of our maple syrup industry. Last year a neighbor maple syrup producer lost a couple hundred sapling trees cut down by beaver and porcupines. Your .22 caliber air rifle isn’t powerful enough to dispatch beaver, but if you’re close enough, with a well placed shot in the critter’s neck, you can take it down. Be careful, the quills are dangerous, needle sharp, Simon Bakal advised his son.

Will do Simon. What should I do to dispose of the carcass,? Judah asked.

Natures scavengers will consume it entirely. Foxes, coyotes, skunks, and raccoons abound in these mountains my son, Simon replied.

Alright then Simon. I’m going to sever the critters head for my crania collection. See you later Simon, Judah stated.

Simon and Judy Bakal understood the debilitating emotional disturbance which effected their newly adopted son when his biological parents, Ben and Rose Gold, were killed in Haifa, Israel by a Palestinian Hamas suicide bomber. Consequently the Bakal couple underwent many psychotherapy sessions to determine the best means of counseling their son Judah. Three psychotherapists concluded that post traumatic syndrome affects developing adolescent minds in a variety of manifestations.

That the healing process involves adoptive parents close intervention, to gain an understanding with confidence was of utmost, vital importance. Concerned with an apparent abnormal obsession in collecting animal skulls, Simon and Judy Bakal expressed their fears with a noted adolescent psychotherapist, Dr. Jack Martin, Ph.D.

Dr. Martin we want to confide in you with a behavioral anomaly of our son Judah that we feel is somewhat deranged, it’s psychopathic in nature we think. Judah has developed a fascination, seemingly obsessed with animal crania, he collects skulls. Currently he has had a local taxidermist professionally clean, bleach, and seal skulls of squirrel, rabbit, muskrat, and recently a porcupine. He displays the skulls on a shelf in his room on our estate, spending considerable time admiring them, the skulls are his treasured trophies, Simon Bakal said.

I was quite shocked the other day when I inquired with Judah about his crania collection. He made a statement which I deduced to be rather disturbing, Judy Bakal declared.

What did Judah say Mrs. Bakal,? Dr. Jack Martin inquired quite attentively.

Judah stated one day in the distant future his crania collection of animal skulls would be a world renowned exhibit, a museum in fact, Judy Bakal said grimly.

"Mrs. Bakal it’s a common practice for sportsmen and biologists to collect animal skulls as a trophy souvenir,