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"It is said that at all times, there are 36 special people in the world, and that were it not for them, all of them, if even one of them was missing, the world would come to an end." - TALMUD, THE CENTRAL RELIGIOUS TEXT OF RABBINIC JUDAISM, AS QUOTED BY WIKIPEDIA Was the crucifixion engineered to end Roman rule? Could World War II have been avoided? Could the Titanic have been saved? The 36 Watchers tells the story of Jenna Berg, a young, professional, carefree NYC dweller, who, almost unwillingly, becomes a member of the most secretive and powerful group that has been protecting humankind from total destruction since the beginning of time.
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The 36 Watchers
Book I: Fall
Dan Bar Hava
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-06-30
The 36 Watchers About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgments Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 “30” “Horns” “Legacy” Chapter 8 Chapter 9 “UISA” Chapter 10
About The Author
Dan Bar Hava was born and raised in Jerusalem. Creativity was an essential part of his life early on, with music being the focus during teens and young adulthood, and writing thereafter. After serving in the military and phase one of higher education, Dan moved to the US. He has co-written the film Falling Star (aka Goyband ), a romantic comedy featuring Adam Pascal and Natasha Lyonne; and Brooklyn All American, a coming-of-age sports tale. The 36 Watchers is Dan’s first novel.
Dedication
Dedicated to my lovely family for all their love and support, especially to Galia Ella and Tal, and to my dear friends Bree, Scott, Matti, Itai, Alisa, John, and Alex for their encouragement and assistance.
Copyright Information ©
Dan Bar Hava (2019)
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Publisher’s Cataloguing-in-Publication data
Bar Hava, Dan
The 36 Watchers: Book I: Fall
ISBN 9781641829472 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781641829489 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645366492 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019937232
The main category of the book — Fiction / Thriller / Suspense
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First Published (2019)
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Acknowledgments
Thanks to Michael for his friendship, mentorship, and support, and to Gary for a great editing experience.

It is said that at all times there are 36 special people in the world, and that were it not for them, all of them, if even one of them was missing, the world would come to an end.
Talmud, the central religious text of Rabbinic Judaism, as
quoted by Wikipedia
You could not step twice into the same river.
Time is a game played beautifully by children.
Heraclitus of Ephesus (c. 535 BC – 475 BC)
The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand.
Frank Herbert, Author of “Dune”
Prologue
Henry was walking his dogs back to his home when he saw the mail truck appearing in the distance, snaking its way up the long, winding path to his modest comfortable dwelling, hiding appropriately behind a few oak and pine trees.
In this part of the North Midwest, a measure of privacy was almost mandatory.
It was an interesting contradiction unto itself—if one didn’t hide oneself, then folks assumed one had something to hide.
Rocky and Apollo, light and dark golden retrievers named after his favorite movie characters, were playing with each other in the morning mist.
He always felt that they were walking him, not he walking them; a welcoming thought that fit neatly into his new, retired self.
The air was crisp and clean with both remnants of summer warmth and hints of winter chill. Fall was a very short season here and Henry intended to enjoy every bit of it.
His wife and two sons were away for a few days. “Away from old war stories,” as Sam, his younger son would put it. Henry didn’t take offense. There was a healthy equilibrium in the Morgan family, between the imposing career of the father and the normalcy of the rest of the clan, especially now, that he was retired.
When he approached his doorstep, he noticed a package left by the mail truck.
He knew the mail truck driver was one of his undercover guards, so there was no alarm at the sight of a sizable manila envelope, a few inches thick.
Henry actually felt a small tinge of excitement. Although he enjoyed his newfound tranquility, part of him still longed for days gone by, when envelopes like this were routine.
When he picked it up, he noticed the sender’s name and smiled. Steven was a comrade-at-arms, albeit from a very different department, dealing mostly with Middle-East affairs. Henry spent most of his personal and professional life in Europe, before and after the wall fell. He and Steven cut their teeth at Langley at the same time, all those years ago. They were good friends and their friendship didn’t require constant reaffirmation. It was always there; solid, unwavering.
Steven retired a few years prior and unlike Henry, his retirement was very active.
As he promised, he dove right away into the world of books, TV, and movies based on his real-life experience as a special agent, with some measure of success.
Henry, after feeding the dogs, took the package to his study; something told him that he would need a drink so he poured himself a Hennessy and settled himself in his favorite warhorse of an armchair.
The package contained a small thin envelope and another manila envelope, stuffed with papers.
He opened the thin one first. It contained a letter.
Hey buddy,
How are things in the Midwest? Are you bored yet? Just kidding… I need your advice.
I came across this material and not sure what to do with it.
You will see that it was classified in the old way. Langley doesn’t work like this anymore.
I do not know what to do with this, it could be the new Indiana Jones, it could be dangerous, it could be nothing.
I could give it to one of my writers and have it published as fiction, but I am not sure it’s the right thing to do.
Please give it a read; you’ll see why I sent you a snail mail with this material—I don’t want any cyber footprint here until I make up my mind.
I would feel bad asking you this favor, but according to my calculations, you must be bored out of your mind right about now in this Midwest hell paradise of yours!
Later, S.
Henry smiled at the ending; he could hear his friend’s voice throughout the written words. Old dog, new tricks was a phrase they kept throwing at each other, rightfully so.
A sip, a quick look around his comfortable study; relics of almost forgotten battles, a piece from the Berlin wall, a picture with Lech Walesa, and a few rounds of an AK-47.
A signed copy of Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag, pictures of his family in the magnificent Black Sea region, not far from Crimea.
Steven was right; he WAS bored out of his mind. Curious, he opened the package.
Central Agency
Classification: Level 12
Verification class: Omega 9
Field report.
Subject: “Desert Rose”
Operative deep UC friendly Alpha X-12
The following report is part one of a result of a three-day debriefing of the subject, aided by members of the dramatic reconstruction unit to maximize impact. Operative wishes to convey that, although easy to dismiss as imaginative flights of fancy and/or results of highly sophisticated use of recreational hallucinogenic substances not yet known to the general public, the following depiction and reconstitution of information, timeline and events, real or otherwise by Desert Rose may contain information of interest and vital to national security.
It is the operative opinion that details such as the veil hierarchy and the ORMES/ MAG structure and function need to be examined with care.
There are numerous literary references in appendix A, at the end of part II, thatmay be of help regarding the aforementioned areas of interest.
In addition, the invisibility/dimension X/antigravity and ‘so called’ ‘Mental-chemistry’ effects depicted in the narrative should also be looked at dispassionately.
As to the fleeting references to the crown jewels, and to the ceremonial application of menstrual blood, both could most likely be dismissed without further consideration.
Needless to say, the highly innovative, imaginative, and controversial content of this report should be kept classified as it could stir high emotions at a time when calm and logical handling of recent global events is highly necessary and in short supply.
DUFAX-12
Chapter 1
“You’re lucky that Chris wore me out,” said Jenna into the tiny cell phone cradled on her shoulder, “You know I would’ve kicked your butt all over the court otherwise.” Her best friend Stephanie took the bait. Smiling, Jenna stretched her legs over the ottoman and listened to a torrent of fake-injured pride, a signature of Stephanie’s love for a good drama pouring from the receiver.
Jenna’s body was in that happy state of exhaustion that makes one’s limbs feel heavy and liquid. The silky night’s light was dancing gracefully over the wall paintings and over a few pieces of furniture. Her cozy Park Avenue studio housed a chic collection of contemporary art and comfy, retro pieces, comfort food for the sense of home, like pancakes and maple syrup, apple pie with whipped cream or a Norman Rockwell painting.
Jenna liked soft pastel colors; they provided her with much-needed contrasting effect to the sharpness of her mind and her existence. Everything was clear to Jenna; including the need to lose herself in the welcoming warmth of a rust-colored rug, deep enough to sink her feet in.
Jenna also liked black-and-white drawings, an Escher reproduction, a Kandinsky print; they kept her company in this late, late happy hour.
Her promised treat, should she win the match—an old habit from her prep school days that persisted hap

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