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Death Strike – Left Behind Kids 08

Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins

Category: fiction religion

Synopsis:

A horrifying future awaits the Young Trib Force. As Vicki fights for her life in a detention center, Judd

sets a new goal that could put the group in the greatest danger yet.

With conflict arising, Judd faces a decision that will affect the rest of his life. The rise of a rebel group, a

global we the kids a heartbreaking challenge.

Follow Judd, Vicki, Lionel, and the rest of the Young Trib Force as they struggle for their lives in a

world crumbling around them.

Youth Fiction ISBN 0-8423-4328-8 A LEFT BEHIND Book

DEATH STRIKE

Tyndale House books by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins

The Left Behind series Left Behind Tribulation Force Nicolae Soul

Harvest Apollyon Assassins The Indwelling-available spring 2000

Left Behind: The Kids #1: The Vanishings #2:Second Chance #3: Through the Flames #4: Facing the

Future #5: Nicolae High #6: The Underground #7:

Busted! #8: Death Strike

Tyndale House books by Tim LaHaye Are We Living in the End Times? How to Be Happy though

Married Spirit-Controlled Temperament Transformed

Temperaments Why You Act the Way You Do

Tyndale House books by Jerry Jenkins And Then Came You As You Leave

Home Still the One Jerry B. Jenkins

Tim LaHaye

WITH CHRIS FABRY

Tyndale House publishers, Inc.

Wheaton,IllinoisVisit Tyndale’s exciting Web site at www.tyndale.com Discover the latest Left Behind

reserved.

Robert Flesher.

Published in association with the literary agency of Alive

Communications, Inc. 1465 Kelly Johnson Blvd. Suite 320, Colorado Springs, CO 80920.

Inc. Used by permission.

Edited by Curtis H. C. Lundgren Designed by Jenny Destree

ISBN 0-8423-4328-8

Printed in theUnited States of America06 05 04 03 02 01 00 987654321

ToShannon

What’s Gone On Before

Judd Thompson Jr. and his friends are involved in the adventure of a lifetime. The global vanishings have

left them alone.

After helping to publish several editions of an underground newspaper that explains what happened,

Vicki Byrne, a freshman atNicolaeCarpathiaHigh School, is sent to a detention facility, then to a foster

family. There, she becomes friends with a Jewish believer, Chaya Stein, who has been disowned by her

parents. Vicki leaves, knowing they won’t want her either, now that she has befriended Chaya.

Everyone is aghast when their supposed enemy, Coach Handlesman, is unmasked as a Christian.

Judd accompanies Pastor Bruce Barnes toIsraeland is arrested when he returns. But Sergeant Thomas

Fogarty ofChicagohelps the kids and destroys evidence that would sink the Young Tribulation Force.

Vicki is caught and sent back to the detention center.

Now the kids face an uncertain future as their world spins out of control.

Vicki Byrne saw the flash. A knife, she thought. Her friend Janie turned and screamed as a girl

approached with the crude object.

“I’m sorry, Daria,” Janie whined.

“I’ll get you the stuff today. Tomorrow at the latest.”

“You won’t be getting’ me anything,” Daria snarled.

“You’re go in’ down.”

Janie scooted under the lunch table and out the other side.

Now only Vicki separated Janie from harm.

“I got no problem with you, Byrne. Outta the way.”

Janie hunkered down behind Vicki. She knew the damage a homemade shank could do.

“I don’t have a problem with you either, Daria,” Vicki said.

“Put that away. We can settle this without anybody getting hurt.”

“I said I’d make her pay if she stiffed me again.”

Vicki looked for a guard. Daria had waited for the right moment to bring out the knife.

“I didn’t stiff you!”

“Shut up, Janie,” Vicki said. She turned to Darla.

“What if she gives your money back? Then everything’s square, right?”

Janie tapped on Vicki’s shoulder and whispered, “I don’t have it.”

“That’s it,” Darla yelled, pushing past Vicki and lunging toward Janie.

Vicki grabbed Darla’s arm and pulled her down as a sharp pain invaded Vicki’s side. Someone

screamed. A whistle blew.

Shouting. People crowded around, looking at her. A guard pushed people away.

“She’s bleeding!” Janie yelled.

Vicki felt woozy. The room spun. Something warm ran from her side. The guard shouted, “Leave the

knife in! You’ll do more damage if you take it out!”

Judd passed the security gauntlet at Nicolae High. There were more Global Community guards this year.

Mrs. Jenness, the principal, kept watch at the front. Judd had vowed to become valedictorian of his

class. Speeches he had heard during the most tumultuous year in history left him hollow. If he had the

chance, he would use the opportunity to give a speech his classmates and their parents would never

forget.

Judd had never had to work for good grades. But his newfound faith had encouraged him to study the

Bible like never before, and the discipline helped in other areas. Before the disappearances, several

students had been ahead of him academically. Many of them had vanished. The rest he could pass with

straight A’s. He set his mind toward the goal.

But Judd had problems. His father’s money was quickly running out. The monthly bills, the trip toIsrael,

and the expense of the Underground had drained the account. If he didn’t come up with an answer soon,

he would be forced to sell the house.

Throughout the summer, Judd and the others had written Vicki. When she wrote back, she seemed

hopeful, but Judd could read between the lines.NorthsideDetentionCenterwas an awful place. Pastor

Bruce Barnes told Judd and the others to keep praying. He was working on a plan.

Between his many trips overseas, Bruce had put the Young Tribulation

Force through a rigorous discipleship program. Ryan called it Bible Boot Camp. Judd couldn’t believe

how much they were growing and learning. And it was fun. Each new insight and memorized verse made

him feel stronger. He had once seen the Bible as difficult to understand. Now each passage was a

challenge, a truth waiting to be uncovered.

When Bruce was away, Chloe Steele took them through their daily paces of study and memorization.

Her friendship had meant a lot to Lionel and Ryan as well. Nothing could stop the pain of losing Vicki.

They had no idea when or if she would ever return.

“Thompson, in my office,” Mrs. Jenness said.

“Now!”

The last time the two had been face-to- face, Judd was in a police station under suspicion for

involvement with the Underground.

As soon as Judd was seated. Principal Jenness said, “Your friend, Coach Handles- man, is continuing

his re-education with the Global Community. He probably won’t be back. At least not here.”

“What does that have to do with me, ma’am?” Judd said.

“If the coach really was behind the underground newspaper as he claimed, that little problem should

disappear.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” Judd said without blinking.

“Maybe nothing,” she said, studying him.

“Just listen carefully during the assembly. The new directives from the Global Community apply doubly

to you.”

Vicki awoke to searing pain and cried out.

“Lie still and I’ll get you something,” the nurse said.

Blood stained the sheets. A bandage stretched across her wound. Vicki was afraid to look at it.

“You’re lucky,” the nurse said.

“Didn’t hit any vitals. But we had to stitch you up and give you a shot for infection.

That was a pretty rusty shank. “

The nurse left as Mrs. Weems came in the room. She was a large woman whose presence was felt

anywhere she went.

“Care to tell me your side?” Mrs. Weems said.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Vicki said.

Mrs. Weems snarled, “You’re a strange kid, Byrne. You’re different.”

“Thank you,” Vicki said.

“I hate different. To survive here you have to learn to get along.”

“That’s what I was doing,” Vicki said. She explained what had happened.

“That was Janie’s last chance,” Mrs. Weems said.

“She didn’t do anything.”

“She was selling drugs,” Mrs. Weems said.

“She’ll be shipped downstate to an adult facility.”

Vicki had heard the hard juvenile cases were being treated as adults, but she didn’t want to believe it.

“And me?”

“Come to my office as soon as you can move. I have some papers that need to be signed.”

“Papers?” Vicki said.

“When you can walk, you’re out of here.”

“I’m going downstate too?” Vicki said, but Mrs. Weems was already out the door.

The field house was full. Incoming freshmen were required to sit in the front. Most hung on Mrs.

Jenness’s every word.

Several times Lionel turned around and looked at Judd.

Lionel rolled his eyes each time. Mrs. Jenness welcomed students and introduced key faculty members.

To her right were Global Community guards in uniform.

“Looks like they’re stepping up security,” John whispered.

“Why do they need eight guards?” Mark said.

“It is our hope,” Mrs. Jenness said, “that when you look back at Nicolae Carpathia High School twenty

years from now, you will think of a time of unprecedented peace and learning.”

In six years, I won’t be thinking about this place at all, Judd thought.

“Last year a faculty member caused great anxiety on this campus,” Mrs.

Jenness said.

“He is no longer with us. We are grateful that the Global Community peacekeeping forces have been

given the power to enforce the new rules.”

Mark caught Judd’s eye.

“Sounds like trouble,” he said.

“Belief is a private matter. Individuals must come to their own conclusions. Our new policies include zero

tolerance for those who push their beliefs on others. Any student, faculty member, or other employee

doing this will suffer quick and severe punishment.”

Judd saw several freshmen look at each other. They had to wonder what Mrs. Jenness was talking

about.

“Students will be expelled, their records destroyed. Hopes for higher education will be lost. Those

involved in any divisive activity like last year may be sent to a Global Community re-education facility.”

John leaned over and whispered, “Are these just threats?”

“See all the extra cameras in the hallway?” Judd said.

A freshman raised a hand. Mrs. Jenness shook her head.

“We’ll save time for questions. Now I want you to see another move toward school unity.”

Two students, a boy and a girl, walked on stage and stood by the podium. The boy wore black pants

and a gray shirt. The girl wore a black skirt and a gray top. On the left shoulder of both shirts was a

dove, the new mascot of the school.

“I liked it better when we were the Prospect Knights,” John said.

“It’s hard to root for a football team called the Doves.”

Judd stifled a laugh.

“Beginning tomorrow,” Mrs. Jenness continued, “you may purchase these uniforms in the school

bookstore. Those who object to our symbol of peace may opt to wear this.” She held up the same style

of shirt, but in place of the dove was a huge red X. Vicki winced with each step, but she had to know

what Mrs.

Weems was talking about. Blood oozed from her wound as she made it to the office.

“You should have listened to me,” Mrs. Weems said.

“You shouldn’t have run away from the foster family.”

“I didn’t,” Vicki said.

“When I became friends with their disowned daughter, I knew they wouldn’t let me stay.”

Mrs. Weems leveled her eyes at Vicki.

“Everyone in here is as innocent as Anne of Green Cables. Learn from this, Byrne.

Don’t get sent back here a third time. “

Mrs. Weems shoved a stack of papers toward her.

“Sign.”

“What are these?”

“Adoption papers.”

“What?”

“It’s your choice. If you’d rather stay here”—“No,” Vicki said.

“I’ll sign, but”—“You want to know where you’re going?”

“Exactly.”

“You’ll find out tomorrow.”

Judd, John, and Mark debated the insignia that evening. John believed they should play it safe.

“Once you wear anything other than the dove,” he said, “you’re a target. You can kiss the Underground

goodbye.”

“Not if every Christian takes the X,” Mark said.

“At some point we have to stand up for what we believe,” Judd said.

“We’ve been skulking in the background, hoping we don’t get caught.

It’s time to let our light shine.”

John shook his head.

“You’d rather play martyr than keep spreading the Word behind the scenes?”

“You guys are lucky,” Ryan said.

“At least you have a choice. We have to wear the dove.”

Shelly arrived wearing the new uniform.

“They let everyone who works in the office take one so we can wear it tomorrow.” Shelly had removed

the X from her shirt and rotated it a few degrees. It now looked more like a cross.

“Cool,” Ryan said.

“Mrs. Jenness will have a fit,” John said.

“Yeah,” Mark said.

“Can you fix mine that way, Shelly?”

Vicki slept fitfully and awoke bruised and sore. She skipped breakfast and skimmed magazines outside

Mrs. Weems’s office, but she couldn’t concentrate. She would go home with someone that day, and she

had no idea who or where.

Finally, Mrs. Weems’s secretary ushered Vicki into a small conference room. Vicki paced until the door

opened. Pastor Bruce. She was so happy to see him she hugged him despite the pain.

“You’re hurt,” Bruce said.

“What happened?” Vicki explained.

Bruce shook his head. She was gaunt. The more he heard, the madder he became.

“I’ve seen animals treated better,” he said.

“Mrs. Weems said someone was adopting me. Is it somebody from church?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t believe it,” Vicki said.

“Did you talk someone into it?”

“Sort of.”

“Who is it?”

“I’m not sure you’ll want to go with him,” Bruce said.

“He’s a bit of a disciplinarian. Stodgy.”

“If he’s your friend and from the church, I won’t mind. Who is it?”

“Me.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I wouldn’t kid about that. With the great need, they’ve relaxed the requirements. I got the go-ahead

yesterday.”

Vicki wiped her eyes. Bruce’s sacrifice over whelmed her.

She had felt abandoned. Now she had a home again.

Bruce broke the silence.

“You’ll stay at my house. I’m at the church most nights or traveling. You can take your pick of rooms

upstairs or down, but you won’t be alone.”

“I can take care of myself,” Vicki said.

“I know. But I figured you’d need someone to keep you company. Get your stuff.”

“Wait,” Vicki said.

“Janie!”

“Who?”

Vicki told Bruce about her.

“There’s just something about her I can’t shake,” she said.

“Maybe Janie is what I’d be if God hadn’t found me.”

While Bruce met with Mrs. Weems, Vicki found Janie.

“I’m happy for you,” Janie said.

“I’m going downstate, and they’re going to throw away the key.”

“Don’t give up hope, Janie. God can help you if you’ll let him.”

“Save your breath, Byrne. God has a hard enough time keeping his eye on girls like you.”

Judd came to Bruce’s window when Ryan shouted. Bruce pulled into his driveway, and the Young

Tribulation Force waited at the door.Phoenixhad balloons tied to his collar. A huge banner on the garage

welcomed Vicki home. Shelly ran out first, then Lionel and Ryan. Judd waited with Mark and John until

she came into the house.

“I can’t believe you’re really back,” Judd said as he stretched out a hand.

“It’s good to see you.”

Vicki shook it firmly. Judd felt awkward, like he should have done something more than a handshake.

He was glad when Vicki was distracted by the girl behind him. Vicki squealed with delight.

“This is the surprise,” Bruce said.

“Meet the newest member of the Young Trib Force.”

“Chaya!”

Chaya had quit her job inChicagoand moved toMount Prospectwhen Bruce offered her an assistant’s

position working with him and Chloe Steele. Vicki and Chaya would stay together in Bruce’s house.

When everyone settled down, Bruce said, “The house-church movement is exploding, and there are

many more areas to reach. Someday such groups will be outlawed. I have to work quickly.

“The 144,000 Jewish evangelists are all over the world, infiltrating colleges and universities and work

places People are hearing the truth. Satan is working overtime, too. “

“It’s hard to watch the news,” Chaya said.

“Theft and violence are everywhere.”

“And not just that,” John said.

“There’s a lot of white collar crime, too.”

“People are stealing shirts?” Ryan said.

“No,” John laughed.

“It means business people stealing things with technology. Hackers breaking into bank computers and

wiping out accounts of people who have vanished.”

Judd felt sick to his stomach. That must have been what happened to his father’s account.

“The enemy thinks we’ll retreat,” Bruce continued.

“We can’t. I’m going back toIsraelnext week for the temple dedication, and I’m taking Judd with me.”

“How come he always gets to go?” Ryan said.

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