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interested him in the least. He looked at them with raised brow that hooded his dark eyes.
    “Do you believe in the greatness of God?” he asked as his eyes bore into theirs.
    “Yes,” both mumbled humbly.
    “This…” He turned and gestured toward the railing of the platform and the flying saucer beyond. “This apparatus must be destroyed and its mechanics scattered to the sands of our most barren lands. I will not start our world with this … this thing of the shah. I wish it burned to nothing.”
    The professor looked as if he were about to say something in protest, but his student shut him down with a slight touch of his hand and spoke before the Great Leader could see the protest from the older man.
    “Of course we agree. This thing cannot be a part of our world revolution. God is Great, and this … this machine has to be from Satan.” He looked directly into the ayatollah’s hard eyes. “It must be burned and its ashes hidden from the sight of men.”
    Ayatollah Khomeini turned and looked at the man he had spoken to, then placed a hand on his shoulder. The old cleric moved off into the group of religious men, who nodded their heads and left the viewing room.
    The bearded man then smiled and walked up to the physicist and his student. He placed his hands behind his back and stopped in front of them. He half-turned and looked to make sure they were alone. Then his smile vanished as he turned back to face the two scared men.
    “Did you understand the ayatollah’s orders?” he asked.
    The men didn’t say anything but just stood there waiting for him to continue. Instead of continuing he removed a gold case from his suit jacket, opened it, and lit an American cigarette. He blew smoke out and smiled at the two men.
    “Secrets amongst friends,” he said with a smile as he held the American brand into the air for them to see. “Now, I have been issued the same orders as you—orders that have to be followed to the letter.” The man turned his back and walked over and looked down at the saucer. “Conflicts can arise in any given situation. And I have a conflict.” He faced the two men once again. “I have been charged with the security of our new country. That is my job and I do it very well.”
    The young student started to see the flicker of daring in the man’s eyes.
    “No one will ever know my name. The clerics here tonight do not even know who I am. But you gentlemen will. I have need of you. Are you both familiar with another revolution which occurred not so very long ago—something called the Cultural Revolution?”
    “China, Mao, yes we have heard of it,” the young man answered, anxious for the man to get to his point.
    “And what was the Great Leader’s biggest blunder in this so-called revolution?”
    The two remained silent.
    “It was detrimental to his nation because he set Chinese technology back a hundred years and they are just now fighting to catch up. Gentlemen, Iran cannot make the same mistake no matter what our great man of God says.” He watched for a shocked reaction, but was soon pleased to see the two men just waiting for him to finish. “Yes, I am not about to destroy a thing that can guarantee the future of this country.” He leaned over into the younger of the two. “When these madmen are finished with it, of course.”
    “What are you saying to us? You want us to disobey our leader and commit what amounts to treason?” the young man asked, his eyes boring into those of the internal security man.
    “Precisely; that is why you were brought here. Your politics are well known in the circles I frequent. You would have been rounded up if it had not been for my protection from afar.” He looked at the old, tired man of science. “You and the good professor here.” He paused and then seemed to think something over. “To demonstrate how serious and compassionate our new and fearless leader is, your roommate is at this moment being buried in a shallow grave not far