Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 7 - The Indwelling

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The Indwelling:
The Beast Takes Possession
Book 7 of the Left Behind Series
TIM LAHAYE & JERRY B. JENKINS
PROLOGUE
From Assassins
BUCK had ducked under a scaffold at the sound of the gun.
A tidal wave of humanity swept past him on both sides, and he saw glee on some
faces. Converts from the Wailing Wall who had seen Carpathia murder their
heroes? By the time Buck looked to the stage, the potentates were leaping off, the
drapery was flying into the distance, and Chaim appeared catatonic, his head rigid.
Carpathia lay on the platform, blood running from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and-it
appeared to Buck-from the top of his head. His lapel mike was still hot, and because
Buck was directly under a speaker tower, he heard Nicolae's liquid, guttural
murmur, “But I thought ... I thought... I did everything you asked.”
Fortunato draped his stocky body over Carpathia's chest, reached beneath him, and
cradled him. Sitting on the stage, he rocked his potentate, wailing.
“Don't die, Excellency!” Fortunato bawled. “We need you! The world needs you! I
need you!”
Monday of Gala Week
LEAH Rose prided herself on thinking under pressure.
She'd been chief administrative nurse in a large hospital for a decade and had also
been one of few believers there the last three and a half years. She had survived by
her wits and eluded Global Community Peacekeeping Forces until finally having to
flee and join the Tribulation Force.
But on the Monday of the week that would see the assassinations of the two
witnesses and the Antichrist, Leah had no clue what to do. In disguise and under her
alias, Donna Clendenon, she believed she had fooled authorities at the Belgium
Facility for Female Rehabilitation (BFFR, or Buffer). She had passed herself off as
Hattie Durham's aunt.
A squinting guard, whose nameplate read CROIX and whose accent was
unmistakably French, asked, “And what makes you think your niece is incarcerated
here?”
“You think I'd come all the way from California if I had any doubt?” Leah said.
“Everybody knows Hattie is here, and I know her alias: Mae Willie.”
The guard cocked his head. “And your message can be delivered only in person?”
“A death in the family.”
“I'm sorry.”
Leah pursed her lips, aware of her artificially protruding teeth. I'll bet, she thought.
Croix stood and riffled through pages on his clipboard. “Buffer is a maximum
security facility without standard visiting privileges. Ms. Durham has been
separated from the prison population. I would have to get clearance for you to see
her. I could give her the message myself.”
“All I want is five minutes,” Leah said.
“You can imagine how short staffed we are.”
Leah didn't respond. Millions had disappeared in the Rapture. Half the remaining
population had died since.
Everybody was short staffed. Merely existing anymore was a full-time job. Croix
asked her to wait in a holding area, but he did not tell her she would see no
personnel, no inmates, or even any other visitors for more than two hours. A glass
cubicle, where it appeared a clerical person had once sat, was empty. No one was
there whom Leah could ask how long this might take, and when she rose to look for
someone else, she found she was locked in. Were they onto her? Was she now a
prisoner too? Just before Leah resorted to banging on the door and screaming for
help, Croix returned. Without apology, and-she noticed-avoiding eye contact, he
said, “My superiors are considering your request and will call your hotel
tomorrow.”
Leah fought a smile. As if I want you to know where I'm staying.
“How about I call you?” Leah said.
“Suit yourself,” Croix said with a shrug. “Merci.”
Then, as if catching himself: “Thank you.”
Relieved to be outside, Leah drove around to be sure she wasn't being followed.
With puzzling instructions from Rayford not to call him until Friday, she phoned
Buck and brought him up to date. “I don't know whether to bolt or play it out,” she
said.
That night in her hotel room, Leah felt a loneliness only slightly less acute than
when she had first been left behind. She thanked God for the Tribulation Force and
how they had welcomed her. All but Rayford, of course.
She couldn't figure him. Here was a brilliant, accomplished man with clear
leadership skills, someone she had admired until the day she moved into the safe
house.
They hadn't clicked, but everyone else seemed frustrated with him too.
In the morning Leah showered and dressed and found something to eat, planning to
see Hattie as soon as she had permission. She was going to call Buffer from her
untraceable cell phone, but she got caught up watching on television as Carpathia
taunted Moishe and Eli before the eyes of the world.
She sat, mouth agape, as Carpathia murdered the two witnesses with a powerful
handgun. Leah remembered when TV cameras would have been averted in the face
of such violence. Then came the earthquake that left a tenth of Jerusalem in rubble.
The GC global network showed quake scenes interspersed with footage of the silent
witnesses badgered by the smirking Carpathia before their ignominious ends.
The slow-motion pictures were broadcast over and over, and repulsed as she was,
Leah could not turn away.
She had known this was coming; they all had-any students of Tsion Ben-Judah. But
to see it played out shocked and saddened her, and Leah's eyes swam. She knew
how it was to turn out, too, that they would be resurrected and that Carpathia would
get his. Leah prayed for her new friends, some of whom were in Jerusalem. But she
didn't want to sit there blubbering when she had work to do too. Things would get a
lot worse than this, and Leah needed the training of performing under pressure to
prepare herself and to convince herself she was up to it.
The phone at Buffer rang and rang, and Leah was at least warmed to know that the
world government suffered just like the rank and file with the loss of half the
population. Finally a woman picked up, but Leah couldn't get her even to
acknowledge an employee named Croix.
“A French guard?” Leah tried.
“Ah, I know who you mean. Hold on.”
Finally a man picked up. “Who are you holding for, please?” he said, in a hurry.
“Guard Croix,” she said, “about six feet—”
“Croix!” the man hollered. “Phone!”
But he never came to the phone. Leah finally hung up and drove to the prison,
leaving her phone in the car for safety.
At long last Croix ushered her into yet another private room. This one had a large
window that Leah thought might be a two-way mirror. Again she feared her cover
might have already been blown.
“I thought you were going to call,” the guard said, pointing to a chair, ubiquitous
clipboard in hand.
“I tried,” she said. “This place is poorly run.”
“Understaffed,” he said.
“Can we get on with it?” Leah said. “I need to see my niece.”
“No.”
“No?”
Croix stared at her, apparently unwilling to repeat himself.
“I'm listening,” she said.
“I'm not at liberty to—”
“Don't give me that,” Leah said. “If I can't see her, I can't see her, but I have the
right to know she's healthy, that she's alive.”
“She is both.”
“Then why can't I see her?”
Croix pressed his lips together. “She's been transferred, ma'am.”
“Since yesterday?”
“I'm not at liberty to—”
“How long has she been gone? Where is she?”
He shook his head. “I'm telling you what I was told. If you'd like to get a message
to—”
“I want to see her. I want to know she's all right.”
“To the best of my knowledge, she's fi—”
“The best of your knowledge! Have you an inkling how limited your knowledge
is?”
“Insulting me will not—”
“I don't mean to insult you, sir! I'm merely asking to sir my niece and—”
“That's enough, Officer Croix,” came a female voice from behind the glass. “You
may go.”
Croix left without a word or a look. Leah detected an Asian accent in the woman.
She stood and stepped to the mirror. “So, what's next, ma'am? Am I to leave too, or
will I get some word about my niece?”
Silence.
“Have I now become a prisoner too? Guilt by relation?”
Leah felt conspicuous and wondered whether anyone was behind the glass after all.
Finally she marched to the door but was not surprised to find herself locked in
again. “Terrific,” she said, heading back toward the mirror. “What are the magic
words that get me out of here? C'mon, lady! I know you're back there!”
“You will be free to go when we say you are free to go.”
The same woman. Leah pictured her older, matronly, and clearly Asian. She raised
her palms in surrender and plopped into a chair. She started and looked up when she
heard a buzz in the door latch. “You may go.”
Leah shot a double take at the mirror. “I may?”
“She who hesitates ...”
“Oh, I'm going,” she said, rising. “Could I at least see you on my way out? Please? I
just want to know—”
“You're trying my patience, Mrs. Clendenon. You have received all the information
you will get here.”
Leah stopped with her hand on the doorknob, shaking her head, hoping to weasel
something from the disembodied voice.
“Go, ma'am!” the woman said. “While you have the option.”
Leah had given her best. She wasn't willing to go to prison for this caper. For
another effort, maybe, another assignment. She would sacrifice her freedom for Dr.
Ben-Judah. But for Hattie? Hattie's own doctor had died treating her, and she
seemed barely grateful.
Leah moved briskly through the echoing corridors. She heard a door behind her and,
hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman, turned quickly. A small, trim, pale, dark-
haired woman in uniform turned and headed the other way. Could that have been
her? Leah headed for the main entrance but turned at the last instant and stepped
behind a bank of phones. At least it looked like a bank of phones. She wanted to
pretend to be talking on one while anyone who might follow her rushed out the
door, but every phone was in shambles, wires hanging.
She was about to abandon her plan when she heard quick footsteps and saw a young
Asian woman hurry out the front door, car keys jangling. Leah was convinced this
was the same woman who had ducked away when she turned around. Now Leah
was following her.
She hesitated inside the glass doors, watching as the woman trotted to the visitor
parking lot and scanned the area. Apparently frustrated, she turned and walked
slowly back toward the entrance. Leah nonchalantly exited, hoping to get a straight-
on look at the woman. If she could get her to speak, she would know whether she
had been the one behind the glass.
An employee of the GC and she's worse at this than I am, Leah thought, as the
woman noticed her, appeared startled, then fought to act normal. As they neared one
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