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The Search - Left Behind Kids 09

Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins

Category: fiction religion

Synopsis:

When Global war errupts, the young Trib Force loses one of the most important people to them in the

world. Also, Judd, Vicki, Lionel, and their friends set out on a desperate search to find Ryan.

The exciting series for kids continues as the Young Tribulation Force attempts a rescue before another

all attack by the Global Community. In the process, the kids face new dangers and encounter a top

Global Community official.

Tim LaHaye, who conceived the Left Behind series, is a former educator, minister, and prophecy

scholar. His forty non-fiction works have sold more than 1 million copies. He and his wife.Beverly, live in

Southern California.

Jerry B. Jenkins, writer of the series, is the author of more than one hundred books, of which six have

been national best sellers. He and his wife, Dianna, live inColorado Springs.

Youth Fiction ISBN 0-8423-4329-6

Jerry B. Jenkins

Tim LaHaye

WITH CHRIS FABRY

TYNDALE

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

WHEATON,ILLINOIS

Visit Tyndale’s exciting Web site at www.tyndale.com Discover the latest Left Behind news at

Robert Flesher.

Published in association with the literary agency of Alive Communications, Inc. “7680 Goddard Street,

Suite 200,Colorado Springs,CO80920.

Inc. Used by permission.

Edited by Curtis H. C. Lundgren ISBN 0-8423-4329-6

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What’sGone On Before

After the vanishings of millions of people, Judd Thompson Jr. and the other kids living in his house make

a decision.

First, Judd Thompson puts his faith in Jesus Christ.

Then Vicki Byre and Lionel Washington do the same. Finally, Ryan Daley and several others join the

Young Tribulation Force to spread truth and fight the raging evil around them.

Now, a year and a half after the vanishings, the future of the Young Trib Force is uncertain. The opening

attack of World War III has left the kids bruised and scattered.

While searching for the youngest member, Ryan, Judd discovers the body of Pastor Bruce Barnes.

During the frantic moments after the bombing stops, Judd and his friend John search for John’s cousin,

Mark.

Mark, who is heavily involved in the militia movement, narrowly escapes death.

Vicki and her friend Chaya are at the hospital when planes fly overhead. After a harrowing run through

the neighborhood, they discover Chaya’s mother has also died in the bombing of the hospital.

At Judd’s house, the grief-stricken kids consider their future. Ryan is missing and may be dead. But

Lionel Washington won’t listen to their fears. He believes Ryan is alive.

Now the kids must pull together like never before as they search for the truth about their young friend.

Ryan heard movement in the hospital hallway and scrunched behind Bruce’s bed.

“I gotta go now,” Ryan whispered. Bruce wasn’t moving anymore.

“You get some rest. I’ll tell everybody you said hi.”

Ryan squeezed Bruce’s hand. Bruce didn’t respond.

Ryan tiptoed to the stairwell door without being noticed. He closed it gently and bolted down the stairs.

When he came out on the first floor, he ducked into the gift shop and bought licorice and a candy bar. He

slipped past the older woman at the desk and calmly walked out the emergency-room doors.

Outside, three women were smoking. For a moment, Ryan couldn’t get his bearings. Had he come from

the right or left?

“Which way to Kirchoff Road Ryan said?

A frail woman tried to speak but coughed violently. She pointed to the right.

“Thanks,” Ryan said, and he was off.

It felt good to be on his bike again and heading home. Ryan wanted to tell Judd about his visit with

Bruce. He knew Judd would be ticked, but he didn’t care. Ryan would just laugh and takePhoenixfor a

run in the park.

As he rode toward a hill, he heard a plane overhead. It was flying low. Too low. Ryan looked up in time

to see the underside of the fighter jet. The roar was deafening. Ryan was sure it was going to crash.

He glanced down just as his front tire hit the curb. Ryan struggled to stay up and swerved into the street.

Just as he gained control, an earth-shattering explosion behind him threw him to the pavement. His bike

skittered ahead. He saw blood on his elbow and a huge hole in his jeans.

Tires screeched. A van was sliding toward him! He stared, frozen, as it demolished his bike and stopped

within inches of his face.

He smelled gasoline. Fire crackled behind him. Screams filled the air. More planes flew overhead.

Another explosion. Then another. The van backed up and tried to get around him, but his bike was

caught underneath. Ryan grabbed the front bumper and pulled himself up. The driver was looking back.

The man on the passenger side was short with a round face and looked like he needed a shave. Ryan

saw something move in the back of the van.

The driver turned and yelled. The other man banged on the window and screamed, “Get outta the way,

kid!”

Ryan ran to check his bike. The crumpled handlebars were caught between the back wheel and the

bumper. With the explosions and noise around him, his first thought was to run. Find shelter. Get to

safety.

But something drew him to the van. He peered through the tinted window. Nothing. He cupped his hand

to block the light and was barely able to make out a kid with heavy gray tape over his mouth. Ryan

tapped on the window, and the kid turned. Blindfolded!

“Get away from there!” the short man yelled as he jumped out and tried to pry the bike loose.

“Stupid kid.”

Ryan studied the rear license plate, but the short man yelled, “Help me with this!”

Ryan felt the heat from the explosions, and the smoke made it hard to breathe. He yanked the bike loose

and watched the short man throw it aside.

“What’s wrong with that kid?” Ryan said.

“What kid?”

“The one with the duct tape.”

The man looked at him menacingly.

“You didn’t see nobody, understand?” The man jumped into the van, and it sped off.

Suddenly it stopped and screeched back right at him. He ran to the hill. The van was right behind him as

he neared the top. Flames and smoke rose into the air. Before Ryan could see what was on the other

side, the van slid to a stop in the grass, and both men jumped out.

“Get him!” the driver yelled. Before Ryan could react, the short man was on him. They threw him into

the back of the van. Ryan banged his head on an armrest and lay on the floor. From there he could see

only the kid’s hands. Riding boots. Long fingernails. Weird, Ryan thought.

The men held Ryan down and taped his hands and feet. He kicked and screamed with all his might, but

they were too strong. They laid him sideways beneath the seat.

“Sorry, kid,” the short man said as the van sped away.

“Can’t takeno chances.”

“You’re king of the double negative,” Ryan said, “You know that?”

The man ignored him and wrapped tape around the back of Ryan’s head and over his mouth. Getting

this off is really gonna hurt,

Ryan thought. Before the man tied the blindfold, Ryan could see only black smoke out the window. He

wondered if he would ever see Bruce or his friends again.

The police, as usual, put Lionel on hold. Finally a cop came on and said, “Your friend will show up,

okay?”

“You don’t understand,” Lionel said.

“No, you don’t understand,” the officer interrupted.

“World War III just broke out, in case you didn’t notice. We gotfires, we got people trapped in rubble,

looters, more bombs.

Now stop buggin’ us. Find him yourself. “

Lionel wanted to scream.

“Don’t call the police again,” Judd said.

“All we need is them snooping around here.”

“We should at least try to find Ryan,” Lionel said.

“He’d do that for you.”

“I wouldn’t want him to,” Judd said.

“That puts everybody in danger.”

“Then why’d you go out this morning?” Lionel said.

“That put us in danger.”

“That was before the bombs started,” Judd said.

Vicki and Chaya pleaded with them to calm down.

“We need to pull together,” Vicki said.

“I don’t even want to survive,” Chaya said.

“Going to heaven has to be better than living without my mother or Bruce or Ryan.”

Lionel crossed his arms and shook his head.

Vicki put a hand on Lionel’s shoulder.

“We all want to find him,” she said.

“It’s just hard to even think straight.”

“He probably went to his stash of Bibles,” Lionel said.

“He could be there hiding—or the place could have been bombed and he’s trapped.”

“Does anybody know where he hides them?” Judd said.

“I was with him when he started picking them up,” Vicki said, “but he never showed me where he put

them.”

Judd sat on Lionel’s bed and rubbed his face with both hands.

“Let’s go through this one more time,” Judd said.

“You’re sure Ryan wasn’t at the hospital?”

“We didn’t see him,” Vicki said.

“And they don’t allow kids in intensive care.”

“That’s what J told him,” Judd said.

“He thought I was trying to shut him out.”

“You were!” Lionel said.

“I was trying to take care of him,” Judd said.

“Let’s back up. Ryan was mad because we didn’t let him in on the meeting about Mark. “

“So was I,” Lionel said.

“He wanted to go see Bruce, and I told him to forget it.”

“Yeah, that’s when he took off,” Lionel said.

“When he came back he brought me a card and asked me to give it to Bruce when I saw him.”

“And you said you would, if you had the chance,” Lionel said.

“If you hadn’t been so-” “This is not helping,” Judd interrupted.

“What kind of card?” Vicki said.

“Excuse me?” Judd said.

“What kind of a card did Ryan get for Bruce?”

“Why does that matter?” Judd said.

“It was something about heaven,” Lionel interrupted, trying to remember.

“That’s it. He found a card that looked like heaven, and he wanted Bruce to see it.”

“What did you do with the card?” Vicki said.

“I left it over there. Hey, it’s gone!”

“He was there!” Vicki shouted.

“What are you talking about?” Judd said.

“On the nightstand by Bruce’s bed there was this card, blue sky with clouds—like heaven. That has to

be Ryan’s card. He could have gotten someone else to deliver it, but the nurses and the orderly hadn’t

seen him, so it only makes sense that he gave it to Bruce himself. “

“But how?” Judd said.

“You sell him short,” Lionel said.

“He’s a lot smarter than you think.”

Judd hung his head.

“He may have been inside when the bomb hit.”

“You guys don’t know him like I do,” Lionel said.

“If he saw Bruce, he would have come back here fast. He’d have wanted to tell you, Judd. He’d have

been juiced about it.”

“Then where is he?”

“I don’t know,” Lionel said.

“That’s why we have to go back to the hospital.”

More explosions rocked the van when they drove away, but then the bombing stopped. The traffic must

have been bad.

Ryan felt lots of stops and starts. The men didn’t say much, and with the tape over his mouth, Ryan

couldn’t talk to the other kid.

Every time the van stopped, Ryan slid forward and hit his head on the metal posts under the captain’s

chair. The short man laughed at him.

Ryan finally managed to roll onto his side and position himself so he wouldn’t get hurt at every stop. The

floor of the van felt filthy.

Ryan tried to pick up sounds, but mostly he heard the hum of traffic. Someone kept punching buttons on

the radio. Finally a news station interviewed an eyewitness to the bombings. A flurry of reports about the

damage followed. There were chaos and terror throughout the world.New York Cityhad been hit.

“Ah, who cares aboutNew York?” the driver said.

“Maybe it’ll dear up some traffic.”

The short man laughed, and someone turned up the radio.

“...devastating carnage everywhere in the heart ofManhattan,” the reporter said.

“Bombed-out buildings, emergency vehicles picking their way through debris, Civil Defense workers

pleading with people to stay underground.”

Ryan thought of Chloe and Buck. Their apartment was inNew York. They had been inChicagothe week

before, but could they have gone back before the bombing?

Ryan heard the panic in the reporter’s voice.

“I’m seeking shelter myself now, probably too late to avoid the effects of radiation. No one knows for

certain if the warheads were nuclear, but everyone is being urged to take no risks.

Damage estimates will be in the billions of dollars. Loss of life is impossible to determine. “

“You think those bombs we came through were nuclear?” the short man said.

“Shh, I’m trying to hear this,” the other man said.

“All major transportation centers have been closed or destroyed,” the reporter continued.

“Huge traffic jams have snarled the Lincoln Tunnel, theTriboroughBridge, and every major artery out of

New York City. What has been known as the capital of the world looks like the set of a disaster movie.”

The other kid sniffled throughout the ride. They were speeding when a huge blast shook the earth. The

short man cursed.

“Look at that mushroom cloud!” he shouted.

A few minutes later the Cable News Network Global Community Network coverage explained the

blast.

“Our news base inChicagohas been taken out by an incredible explosion. The bomb has flattened

O’Hare International Airport. No word yet on whether this was an attack by militia forces or a Global

Community retaliatory strike. We have so many reports of warfare, bloodshed, and death in so many

major cities around the globe that it will be impossible for us to keep up with all of it.”

“What luck,” the driver said.

“Can you believe this timing?

Even if the kid’s dad goes to the cops, they’ll be sobusy, they won’t have time to worry about us. “

The traffic slowed; then the van took sharp turns. Finally they stopped. Ryan heard a garage door open,

then they drove inside. It sounded as if the two men carried the other kid away. Then they came back for

Ryan. They cut the tape over his ankles, and he climbed, still blindfolded, three flights of stairs. The place

smelled of wood, and boards creaked under his feet. Ryan heard horns, sirens, and a rumbling. A train,

he thought. He knew from going to Cubs games with his dad that the elevated train snaked through

Chicago, and he guessed it was somewhere along the miles of that track that he’d been taken. But he

couldn’t be sure. He had been in the van an hour and could even be inWisconsinorIndiana.

Someone pushed him from behind and steered him to a door. He heard a key in a lock and the driver

arguing with the other man.

The short man said, “You should have just kept going and left him there.”

“Too late now,” the other man said.

“I could take him to the river or, well, there’s a hundred ways to take care of him.”

“Let’s keep ‘em both for now,” the driver said.

“Stick him in the utility room.”

Someone cut the tape from Ryan’s arms and pushed a greasy cheeseburger and some fries into his

hands. When the man ripped the tape from Ryan’s mouth, it took a patch of hair from his neck, and Ryan

yelped.

“There’s no easy way to do that,” the man said.

“Sorry.”

He led Ryan into another room and took off his blindfold.

The room was dark.

“Keep walking,” the man said.

“Mattress is on the floor. And you two keep quiet.”

Ryan sat, letting his eyes adjust. A thin strip of light sneaked underneath the door. Heavy curtains

blocked light from outside. Ryan held his hand in front of his face but could barely see it.

The other kid’s voice startled him. He hadn’t expected the voice of a girl.

Judd, Lionel, and Vicki hurried back toNorthwestCommunityHospitalthrough massive traffic jams.

Smoke still hung in the air. Emergency crews picked through the rubble looking for survivors. Though

there were scores of emergency vehicles and hundreds of people, an eerie silence hung over the search.

Judd explained their situation to a guard.

“Did anyone inside survive?” Vicki said.

“They found a baby,” the guard said.

“Only others I know of were three women on their smoke break outside.

They were taken to Lutheran General.”

“Maybe one of them saw Ryan,” Lionel said.

“Let’s go.”

Ryan jumped when he heard her.

“Of all the indignities,” she said.

“It’s bad enough being kidnapped by a couple of bumpkins. Now I have to share a room.”

He couldn’t see her, but her voice was thin and proper. She spoke as if she were drinking a cup of tea

with her little finger in the air.

“My name’s Ryan,” he said.

“Darrion Stanley,” she said.

“I wish I could say I was pleased to meet you, but under the circumstances, I’m not.

Where are we? “

Ryan explained his hunch that they were inChicago.

“How dreadful. I told my father if he decided to move us toChicagoI wouldn’t live anywhere close to the

city.”

“What’s wrong withChicago?”

“If I have to tell you,” she said, “it’s not worth the breath. The violence. The dirt. Not to mention the

noise.”

A train passed again, and she paused.

“See what I mean?”

“Living in the suburbs didn’t protect you from those guys,” Ryan said.

“I was riding at the stables. They must have watched me, planned it all along.”

That explains the boots, Ryan thought.

“Why would they kidnap you?” he said.

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TheSearch-LeftBehindKids09TimLaHayeandJerryB.Jenkins Category:fictionreligionSynopsis:WhenGlobalwarerrupts,theyoungTribForcelosesoneofthemostimportantpeopletothemintheworld.Also,Judd,Vicki,Lionel,andtheirfriendssetoutonadesperatesearchtofindRyan.TheexcitingseriesforkidscontinuesastheYoungTribula...

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