In Beirut, she stood by the window of her hotel room, illuminated by the glow of twilight, seizing her golden opportunity. As a struggling actress from America, the upcoming film could be her breakthrough—her big shot. The Israeli producer had promised her more than fame, and the role was nothing short of thrilling: the lead as a Mossad agent infiltrating an international terror cell. I will act the part. I have to, she reminded herself. There was too much at stake. The story was controversial, to say the least. Given what had been happening in Gaza, she knew the film would stir emotions. It wasn’t just another action flick—it was political, explosive in every sense. And if the film hit global screens as intended, she would be at the center of the storm, her face plastered across news networks and magazine covers. Perhaps, overnight, she would dominate Instagram.
Unknown to her, more eyes were on her than she thought. The real Mossad had been watching her for months. They had studied her, analyzed her every move. A charming starlet adrift in life, she was perfect for their plan. They didn’t need a seasoned agent for this operation; they needed someone like her—someone who could slip between identities with ease, who could play a part so convincingly that even she might forget it was all an act. The man she was meant to lure was a faceless killer, responsible for the deaths of hundreds of innocents. Yes, his trail was cold, but Mossad had uncovered one weakness: a fondness for exotic women, particularly those from the West. The American actress fit the profile perfectly. She had become the bait before she even realized she was part of the real story.Her phone buzzed. It was a message from the producer: The Dinner Scene Tonight. 9 PM. Outside, the blood-stained sky darkened into night.
Written & illustrated by renqiulan
